SFS Chapter 1157 Star Wish: Miss Han is in a stable condition
Chapter 1157 Star Wish: Miss Han is in a stable condition
Chapter 1157 Star Wish: Miss Han is in stable condition
As soon as you step into this hospital, you can clearly feel its extraordinaryness.
The ward is exquisitely decorated, with the walls painted in a soft beige matte paint. The light is evenly distributed from the round lampshade on the ceiling, which is bright but not dazzling, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling.
The floor is covered with a light grey carpet, which is soft in texture and makes walking on it soundless, as if completely isolating the noise from the outside world.
The furniture in the ward is complete. The bed is large and adjustable. The bedside table is simple but practical, and contains some essential daily necessities.
The windows are large and the curtains are made of thick light blue fabric, which can block out light while ensuring good ventilation.
Outside the window is a well-tended garden with shady green trees and lush flowers and plants. Even in the ward, one can occasionally smell a faint, fresh floral scent.
The environment of the entire hospital is extremely quiet. The corridors are always so quiet that only light footsteps can be heard. The doctors and nurses walk very lightly. Apart from the necessary daily rounds and dressing changes, they will not easily disturb the patients' rest, as if they are afraid to break the tranquility.
Given Han Zhiyuan's extremely weak body now, it is simply a fantasy for her to move freely.
She felt weak all over, and every time she tried to move her arms or legs, it felt like she was being pressed down by a heavy burden. She could only lie helplessly on the bed, letting time pass slowly, hoping that it would gradually dilute the fear lingering in her heart.
She knew in her heart that the most urgent thing was to heal her wounds first. Only after the wounds healed would she have the energy to explore the truth shrouded in the fog and make plans for the next step.
After the initial panic and confusion, Han Zhiyuan behaved exceptionally quiet and well-behaved for a long time, completely different from the panicked, hysterical look when she first woke up.
Every morning, the sunlight shines on her face through the gaps in the curtains. She will slowly open her eyes and give a faint smile to the doctors and nurses who come to check on her. Although that smile is haggard and sick, it also reveals a hint of tenacity.
During mealtimes, she would try to sit up and eat the three meals that were delivered to her seriously. Although her appetite was not good and each bite was a little difficult, she still persisted, as if she had really devoted herself to the stage of recuperation from a serious illness.
The doctors noticed her changes and gradually felt relieved and began to work with a light heart.
In their daily work, they no longer have to be on edge all the time like before and have to carefully deal with Han Zhiyuan's possible emotional fluctuations.
After observing for a period of time, Han Zhiyuan's attending physician reported all her conditions to Xiao Mo in detail.
The attending doctor stood at the end of the hospital corridor, holding a medical record in his hand, and whispered into the phone: "Mr. Xiao Mo, Miss Han's condition has been very stable recently, her mood has improved a lot, and her diet and daily routine have gradually become regular. You see..."
That night, the night was dark and the hustle and bustle of the city gradually died down.
Xiao Mo was wearing a plain outfit, lacking the glamour and flamboyance of his past.
He wore a simple white cotton shirt, dark straight jeans and a pair of black sneakers. He looked less business-like and more approachable.
He drove slowly into the hospital parking lot. After the car stopped steadily, he closed the door quietly and walked towards Han Zhiyuan's ward.
The corridor was dimly lit, and Xiao Mo's figure was stretched out in the light. He came to the door of the ward and saw through the glass on the door that the person on the bed seemed to have fallen asleep.
He subconsciously slowed down his movements, reached out and gently grasped the door handle, and turned it slowly.
Little did we know that the sound of the door lock turning was particularly abrupt in the silent night, and the "click" sound was clearly heard throughout the ward.
Xiao Mo's hand paused for a moment, a trace of annoyance flashed across his face, and then he floated to the bedside silently, almost like a ghost.
The moonlight was like water, pouring through the window onto the hospital bed, illuminating only the lower half of Han Zhiyuan's face.
Xiao Mo stood by the bed, looking down at her. Seeing that the person in front of him had a rosy face, he breathed a sigh of relief. The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, revealing an imperceptible smile. However, under the moonlight, he was bright and dark, making it impossible to see his true emotions.
Han Zhiyuan's originally relaxed brows suddenly wrinkled into a small hill for some reason, and she began to feel uneasy.
Her breathing became rapid and her eyelids trembled slightly, as if she had fallen into a not-so-pleasant dream.
Seeing this, Xiao Mo immediately reached out, gently held Han Zhiyuan's hand, and put her palm against his face, trying to give her some comfort with his warmth.
It was not until Han Zhiyuan woke up and suddenly opened her eyes with fear and confusion still in them that Xiao Mo reached out and pulled her into his arms, soothing and tempting her with a low and charming voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, it's okay, it's okay..."
The voice seemed to have a magical power that could penetrate the darkness and dispel the haze in Han Zhiyuan's heart.
Han Zhiyuan woke up from her sleep and opened her eyes suddenly. The fear in her eyes was like a surging tide and had not yet completely faded.
Her chest was heaving violently and she was gasping for breath like a frightened bird. Even though Xiao Mo hadn't looked at her face at this moment, he could feel the tearful look on her face just from her trembling body.
Xiao Mo's heart suddenly tightened. He said nothing, but quickly stretched out his arms, hugged Han Zhiyuan tightly in his arms, and gave her a moment of security with his warm chest.
A hand gently patted her back, again and again, as if soothing a wounded animal, each stroke was filled with endless tenderness and patience.
At the same time, he lowered his head slightly and rubbed Han Zhiyuan's collarbone gently with his chin, trying to make her truly feel his company in this intimate way.
The ward was very quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects outside the window and Han Zhiyuan's gradually calming breathing.
The moonlight was like water, quietly sprinkling on the ground, as if covering the tense atmosphere with a layer of quiet silver gauze.
Xiao Mo continued his soothing actions like this until Han Zhiyuan's movements became quieter and quieter and her breathing became even and steady. Then he loosened his arms slightly and prepared for the next action.
Coincidentally, the moonlight outside the window seemed to know the key to the moment, and moved its position out of consideration.
Originally, it could only illuminate half of Xiao Mo's face, with his expression hidden in the interweaving of light and dark. But now it was like a spotlight on the stage, showing him completely in front of Han Zhiyuan.
Under the moonlight, Xiao Mo's face became even colder, with a high nose bridge, deep eyes, and a well-defined jaw, like a cold ink painting.
Han Zhiyuan looked up at the man in front of her and noticed that he looked haggard. There were deep dark circles under his eyes, and his former brilliance had faded a lot. His hair was also a little messy, as if he had also gone through a lot of hardships in these days.
Han Zhiyuan's urgent desire to ask him for help immediately and ask him to take her out of this predicament was suppressed in an instant.
She thought that looking at the man's current state, he must have encountered a lot of trouble, and his situation might be even more difficult than hers.
As a result, the words "take me away" that were already on the tip of my tongue could no longer be said.
She held Xiao Mo's hand tightly, as if she was grabbing the last straw of life, and her fingers turned slightly white from the force.
After hesitating for a moment, she changed the words she was about to blurt out into a coquettish "I miss you".