Chapter 1121: "Riding the Wind to Ask the Moon" (206)

The room is quiet as if a needle can be heard clearly.
Zuo Yue put away the ice bag, replaced it with cold-washed towels and walked back to the bedroom.
The doctor had already given Xu Chengfeng an injection. Zuo Yue glanced at the needle on the back of Xu Chengfeng's hand and the bottle hanging beside the bed, walked in gently, and handed the towel to the doctor beside the bed.
The doctor put the towel on Xu Chengfeng’s forehead and turned around and said,
Miss Zuo, don’t worry too much. Mr. Xu has a high fever for nearly forty-eight hours. The shock caused by such a continuous high fever is good because of his good physical fitness. This severe coma occurred because of the high fever, but no other complications were found for the time being."
Zuo Yue nodded and said softly, "His fever has indeed gone away, right?"
The doctor also nodded: "Yes, Mr. Xu's body temperature is now 38 degrees. Although he is still in a fever, he is much better than before. So now he can wipe him with a cold towel. I have seen You gave him the anti-fever medicine before, and the effect is okay. If he has a high fever again, you can continue to take the anti-fever medicine before I rush, paying attention to the interval between taking the medicine."
Zuo Yue was relieved and looked at Xu Chengfeng, who was still awake. She had been holding a fluke before and suspected that he was deliberate. Otherwise, how could a big man say he passed out and passed out.
But Xu Chengfeng is not the kind of man who can use bitterness to calculate this way. She thought he would have a fever for one day. Just now at the doctor, he knew that he had a high fever for nearly 48 hours, that is to say, it was almost two days. time.
No wonder it's so weak...
"After Mr. Xu wakes up, pay attention to let him drink more hot water, eat more digestible things, and rest more. Judging from his current situation, he should not have repeated fever again, but if it really happens again There is a high fever, Miss Zuo must call me to come over, so as not to delay treatment."
Until the doctor was sent away, Zuo Yue stood in front of the door and looked at the closed door. After a long pause, he turned and walked back to the bedroom.
Xu Chengfeng was still asleep, his face was still pale and bloodless, Zuo Yue stood and watched for a while, went to get some warm water, and wiped his pale and faintly dry lips with a clean gauze moistened with warm water, and helped him moisturize his lips. After that, she sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the man sleeping on the bed motionlessly.
She couldn't answer Xu Chengfeng's previous question.
Yeah, why did she come here?
Aite didn't force her to come over, and she also felt that she never owed him anything, so why did she come here directly after get off work when she heard that he was in a coma?
Zuo Yue put the slightly damp gauze in her palm and looked at Xu Chengfeng's face quietly.
"He is gone! He will never appear in front of you again! He will never set foot in Los Angeles again!"
"He knows at least what is best for you! He is at least wiser than you!"
"While you haven't made a big mistake! Time will fade away!"
Those words kept lingering in her ears, Zuo Yue glanced at Xu Chengfeng again, sighed, and lowered her head to laugh at her changes over the past three years and the stubbornness and hatred in her bones.
If she really put it down, maybe she would not avoid such rejection like this when facing him when she returned, nor would she use such a cruel and unfeeling way to force him to stay away from herself.
If you can't let go, you can only escape, but when I hear that he is sick, I can't stabilize my reason anymore.
All the things I did before, and the way I came here today, such an uncoordinated way of doing things is like being slapped in the face by reality and the emotions that haven't been thrown away in my heart.
After sitting on the bed like this, I don’t know how long, Xu Chengfeng remained still. He was indeed asleep, but she never seemed to have the opportunity to look at him when he fell asleep.
He was always calm and awake in front of her, as if he was awake every time she woke up, as if he hadn't rested when she slept.
It's a rare opportunity to watch him sleeping up close.
So quiet.
He didn't even turn over, and there was no snoring. It was so quiet like a sleeping prince who needed a princess to kiss and wake him up.
It doesn’t seem appropriate to use a prince to describe a man who is nearly 30 years old, but what the female employees said is correct. He does look like a twenty-five or sixty-year-old. He is so young, but his mentality is as calm as seven-year-old and eighty-year-old. It seems.
Sometimes Zuo Yue didn't know why she liked him in the first place, so she liked him so crazy.
In fact, it was only a short period of two months, and the time the two spent together did not add up to a few days, but she was so unable to extricate herself from falling in love with him, mad for him, sinking for him, and because he would rather risk the world. I would rather stand in the dark and just want to grab his hand.
In fact, looking at it this way, although Xu Chengfeng is really good-looking, he is tall, tall and long, with a distinctly thin and powerful texture. He is definitely the type of and fleshy and thinner, and his skin is honey-white, which is better than the average Chinese skin. The man looks much cleaner, his eyes are clear and handsome, his nose is tall, and his lips are pressed into a straight line like a thin, handsome face.
He is very good-looking, but among the men she has seen since childhood, he can't be regarded as the number one, nor can it be regarded as a rare sight.
But he did have that kind of natural eye-catching temperament, a natural king, so she could not help but want to get close, get close, get close again, and want to walk into his world.
Zuo Yue suddenly stretched out her hand and gently held the hand that he did not have an injection. When she held it lightly, she felt that his body temperature was indeed not so hot anymore, but it was still a little higher than usual, so she held it for a long time. Xu Chengfeng didn't seem to be aware of it, she slowly raised his hand, leaned forward, put her face on the back of his warm hand, and gently dabbled.
"Uncle, why did Aite say that you are going to return to the United States this time to take root? Don't you plan to leave again?" She rubbed the back of his hand lightly while using it very lightly. 'S voice muttered to himself: "You didn't say it to my mother at the beginning, and you will never show up in front of me again, and will never step into the United States from now on?"
"Since you can even say such things, and since you've done the deafness and refusal to meet in the past three years, how come you come back suddenly now? It doesn't matter if you come back...and why did you suddenly stay here? ?"