Until around four o'clock in the afternoon, Yi Xin finally woke up.
Mother Yi stepped forward a little excitedly and asked, "Xiaoxin, are you awake? Do you feel any discomfort?"
Yi Xin's pale lips evoked a faint smile, that smile was as fragile as a flower petal, and could be easily torn apart. She shook her head and said, "I'm fine, I'm just a little hungry."
"Okay, you lie down for a while, I'll get you something to eat." Mother Yi hurried out after she finished speaking.
Luo Zichu stepped forward to sit beside Yi Xin, tucked the corner of the quilt for her, and smiled reluctantly: "Actually, I brought some porridge this morning. I'm afraid it's cold now. Let me see." Luo Zichu After speaking, he took the thermos from the bedside table, unscrewed the lid and poured it into a bowl. Fortunately, the porridge was not cold yet, and it was still steaming.
"Look, it's still edible, I'll feed you."
"Yeah." Yi Xin nodded, "It's best for Xiao Chu to feed me."
With a sore nose, Luo Zichu resisted the urge to cry: "Actually, there are pancakes, which are a bit cold. I just don't know if you can eat those greasy ones."
"It's not poisonous, of course I can eat it." After Yi Xin finished speaking, she reached for it by herself, and the infusion tube in her hand was shaken by it.
The sky gradually darkened.
Today is Sunday, and Luo Zichu has class the next day.
Without any surprise, my mother's call came again, and Luo Zichu went out of the ward to answer it: "Hello?"
"Come back soon, you have class tomorrow." His mother spoke in a calm tone, and Luo Zichu could imagine her expression.
"Okay, I see."
Luo Zichu went back to the ward again, and usually left because he had to go to work. Mother Yi was watching her daughter peeling apples for her.
"Are you leaving? Xiao Chu." Yi Xin asked.
"Well, I still have class tomorrow." Luo Zichu raised the corners of his lips, "You have a good rest, and I will come to see you as soon as I have time."
"Remember to bring me something delicious."
"Well, I remember!" Yi Xin likes to eat fried chestnuts with sugar, and she especially likes them. Every time she passes by a trolley with fried chestnuts, she can't help but buy a lot of them. If she gets angry and develops pimples, she will regret it , vowed never to eat it again, but next time she sees it, she will still buy it.
Luo Zichu started to get used to going straight to the hospital every Friday after school.
Every time she never forgets to bring a bag of sugar-fried chestnuts, Yi Xin never finishes eating them, but it doesn't matter, she recently found out that Yan Jing also likes to eat them, that guy always undertakes the cleaning work, very good.
Only at this time, Luo Zichu will feel that Yi Xin's illness is actually just their illusion. Think about it, how harmonious they are now, Yan Jing tells jokes with Yi Xin from time to time, making people happy is his skill. Ji Xucheng always sat silently on the side and peeled apples for Yi Xin. He was used to pressing the side of the knife with his thumb, and then carefully peeled off the fruit slices little by little, connecting them into a string. Yi Xin leaned against the hospital bed, or was amused by Yan Jing, or read a book quietly, the sun never forgot to send in some warmth at this time.
As for Luo Zichu herself, she couldn't think of what she was going to do, so she often just looked at them with a smile, and couldn't help wishing that Yi Xin's illness was actually just a doctor's misdiagnosis. The pair of black pupils are still bright, there is no difference, except that she is always lying on the bed, or the color of her lips is occasionally so pale that it is worrying.
So she is always lucky, Yi Xin will get better and be healthy, because she deserves happiness more than anyone else, she is so beautiful and kind.
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