Lu Xiaolai was a bit out of his mind, lying on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Recalling that shot, when the bullet went into her left shoulder, Lu Xiaolai didn't feel any pain at all. You can see blood gushing out of your body and the pain is overwhelming.

That shot, like a basin of cold water pouring her from head to foot, the body can not stop shivering.

It's the most primitive fear from the bottom of my heart

"Thirsty or not?"

Lu Xiaolai's thoughts pulled back, looked at Gu canzhao beside the bed, nodded and said: "thirsty."

Gu canzhao holds the cup and hands the straw to her mouth.

Lu Xiaolai drank two big draughts with a straw in his hand and looked at Gu canzhao.

"What else do you want?" Gu canzhao asked softly.

"I want to see my father."

Gu canzhao pretended to be serious and said, "no, the doctor told you to lie down."

"I'll take a look."

"Not half an eye."

"I didn't see my dad wake up. I didn't know."

Gu canzhao opens her cell phone and shows her the picture from Zhuang Shulan.

In the photo, Lu Pingyi's face is bandaged vertically and horizontally, showing an ugly smile to the camera.

"What kind of operation are you doing..." Lu Xiaolai flatted his mouth discontentedly.

"Lie down and rest."

"It's the doctor who makes a fuss. I don't feel that much pain. There's no other uncomfortable place. I'm lying in a ghost!"

"I want to give up my hand, don't I?"

"How can there be such exaggeration..." Lu Xiaolai sighed, still lying obediently and looking forward to the ceiling.

You can let her lie down and think about it.

Her eyes were full of sadness, and she asked, "Nah, it doesn't matter if you stay here all the time?"

"Where I want to stay is my freedom."

"But your father..." Lu Xiaolai turned his mouth and didn't go on.

"The most important thing now is you." Gu canzhao raised her eyes and gave her a faint smile.

"Isn't that the end of me?"

"You live with me, not with them. Don't worry."

"That's not what I'm talking about!" Lu Xiaolai snorted and angrily turned his head to the other side.

Even if that's what she's thinking, she won't admit it!

The sun sank in the West and the horizon was dyed blood red.

The other side of the bed collapsed. Lu Xiaolai turned around and looked at the bedside.

Gu canzhao holds her hand, with her other arm resting on her head, lying on the bed.

He must be exhausted these days.

Lu Xiaolai reached for his hand and touched his hair twice. The smile on his lips was stiff.

EH ~ the hair is oily!

In the evening, after hanging a drip, Lu Xiaolai drives Gu canzhao to the next couch to sleep.

No matter what she said, Gu canzhao refused to go, holding her hand.

Lu Xiaolai couldn't give him half a bed. They were crowded in a small hospital bed, and it was difficult to turn over.

When he woke up the next day, Lu Xiaolai felt sore, but the injured side was not oppressed at all.

More than 9 am, the doctor to do routine examination, Zhuang Shulan also came to Lu Xiaolai's ward, waiting for the doctor to say the results of the examination.

After examination, the wound recovered well, and there was no abnormal fluctuation of blood pressure. There was basically no big problem.

Zhuang Shulan told Lu Xiaolai a lot of things, nodded to Gu canzhao gratefully, and went back to Lu Pingyi's ward.

Because Lu Pingyi injured his internal organs, he had to go to the radiology room to take a film. The doctor said in advance that he might move out of the intensive care unit. Seeing the result of the film, he would move if it didn't matter.

Zhuang Shulan is packing up the things in the intensive care unit. After a long time of waiting, Lu Pingyi doesn't come back and looks for them anxiously.