Not long after, Rong Xun, Ji Mingye, Xie Jingxing and others hurried over. The group of people stood outside and watched Rong Xun enter the intensive care room.
Not long after, Rong Xun came out of the ward, looked at Gu Mingzhu and said warmly: "We are out of danger. He should wake up in a while and can be transferred to the ward."
The corners of Gu Mingzhu's eyes were moist, and she forgot to react for a moment.
It was not until Yan Jingcheng was transferred to the high-level ward that Gu Mingzhu sat beside the bed and gently held the man's big hand, and she suddenly felt more real.
His fingertips were slightly cool, with his unique freshness and cleanness.
But now, there were a few fine blood marks on the back of his fingers. Although they were scabbed, they were still particularly dazzling on his fair skin.
"Husbanddo you miss me?" Gu Mingzhu looked at the man on the bed and spoke softly.
There was a slight stubble on his handsome face, but his face was still cold and resolute, his thin lips were slightly pursed, a little white, and there was no blood color.
" Gu Mingzhu didn't know when he would wake up, so she stayed by the bed.
¡°Perhaps because she knew he was out of danger, her heart relaxed, and she finally fell asleep lying on the edge of the bed.
When Yan Jingcheng woke up, he felt as if he had slept for a long time.
He seemed to have entered a cold world, without warmth and without her.
The man raised his eyes to look at the woman sleeping beside the bed. He couldn't help but put his hand on her head and gently rubbed her hair.
Until she noticed the real touch, Yan Jingcheng couldn't help but gently curved the corners of her lips, and for the first time, she felt the joy of surviving a disaster.
His woman is still there, right next to him.
" Gu Mingzhu's sleep was uncomfortable because her posture was not good and her neck hurt. The depression that had been suppressed in her heart these days combined into a nightmare.
That dream seemed to relive the car accident.
The air was filled with the pungent and choking smell of blood, and bright red blood flowed all over her body.
The blood is thick and gentle, but it is not hers.
The man was lying in his arms with a pale face, and the temperature was getting colder a little bit, as if he was leaving her forever: "Husband"
A tear fell from his eye unconsciously.
Yan Jingcheng frowned, gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his thumb, and whispered: "Don't cry."
In a daze, Gu Mingzhu couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.
She gradually woke up, grabbed the hand that fell on her face, raised her eyes to look at the man on the hospital bed, and there was a hint of joy in her eyes: "Husband!"
Yan Jingcheng curled up the corners of her lips, as if she was quite satisfied with the fact that she had gradually become accustomed to this title.
"Yes." Yan Jingcheng responded lightly and gently hugged the woman who threw herself into his arms.
Hearing his response, Gu Mingzhu felt a sense of reality. She hugged Yan Jingcheng's neck tightly, leaned over to look at him, and kissed his thin lips several times.
"What, do you want to pledge yourself to me?" Yan Jingcheng had a smile in his eyes, and said softly, hugging the woman who rarely took the initiative.
"Isn't it already promised? What else do you want to say?" Gu Mingzhu said softly. When she looked at the man, her almond-shaped eyes were as bright as stars.
Yan Jingcheng kissed her forehead gently and whispered: "Zhuzhu, don't tease me."
"I didn't." Gu Mingzhu spoke unconvinced, her lips slightly flattened.
Yan Jingcheng had a touch of indulgence in his eyes, gently stroked her hair, and whispered: "Are you worried?"