On the third day after that, early in the morning, Beibei boarded the train to the provincial government again. She was going to the hospital to see him, and she agreed to him.

After returning home the day before, she did not call Peng Cheng. She knew he was sleeping, but she didn't call because of this.

In the middle of the night, Peng Cheng called. He just woke up and his voice sounded hoarse. He said, "Wife, you don't call me when you get home. It's okay to send a message. How anxious I am."

"How are you?" Beibei sat up from the bed, curled up around the quilt, and stood at the foot of the bed. She had thought about it and said a lot to him, and she would keep saying it until he didn't want to listen.

"I'm fine. When will you come to see me? Will tomorrow be fine?" He was so eager to meet again, so he begged, and his persistent begging, which made people unable to refuse.

Beibei couldn't answer him. She was extremely powerless. It made her feel that she was a bad person and a bad person, but she was really not. She just knew what she didn't want.

After a stalemate for a while, Peng Cheng continued to say in a hoarse voice: "Wife, I'm waiting for you here. I will look down at the building in front of the window every day. When you appear there, I'll go downstairs to pick you up."

It was like a bullet, and his words shattered her heart.

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Really, can you really be sure what is true? Maybe you can still see through others, can you also see through yourself?

The train had to wander for at least two and a half hours, so she could only stand, and she could not change her posture even when standing, because there was no place to change. The huge carriage was squeezed, and the places she could see were all people. Beibei was like a sardine in a compressed can, being pressed into it in panic, and all she had was the square inch under her feet.

Finally the train was about to arrive at the station, and the girl felt a little refreshed. She could loosen her muscles and bones. She picked up her handbag and walked out along the crowd. She turned left and right. Before she even left the station, Peng Cheng sent a message again: "Wife, where are you?"

Since she got on the train, Peng Cheng had a message for a while, and even the message was noisy. He kept asking her where the car had gone, and once every three or five minutes. This time Beibei did not answer him. She left the train station and bought a tea egg from Baigang Pot next to her.

"Wife, you talk, where have you been?"

The girl glanced at her phone and said that she was not very happy and regretted that she had agreed to come to find him so far. She felt very uncomfortable during the troubles along the way. She felt sour smell in the carriage on her body, which made her disgusted from the bottom of her heart.

"Wife, what's wrong with you? Am I wrong? Where are you?"

Before she finished reading the message, the phone rang. Beibei hung up the phone even more annoyed, all because of him. She really didn't want to talk now. She ran two steps in a hurry and took a taxi across the road. She could almost arrive faster. She didn't notice it. No matter how disgusted she was, she couldn't stop her from walking faster.

He called again. Perhaps because of his anxiety, he called again and again. Beibei hung up again and again. After eating the tea egg, she still freed up her hands to hang up the phone, and she felt even more anxious.

"Wife, I, what's wrong with me? I'm so uncomfortable." It was not his fault, but his message came again.

The taxi was about to drive to the hospital. This time the driver didn't say what the hospital had to do. He turned a beautiful bend and stopped. Beibei was giving money, but he felt that the car door was opened. After a while, the cold wind broke in. She turned around and Peng Cheng was sweating. He opened the car door with one hand, and smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

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"Is this a surprise to me?"

He was wearing the striped patient uniform, and the wind from all directions stirred up here, and his hair was blown up in a mess, standing on top of his head.

Beibei nodded subconsciously and recognized the credit that did not belong to her.

He pursed his lips tightly, looking sincerely happy. The joy seemed to come suddenly. The girl felt that she had seen such a smile. In those anti-Japanese videos, the veterans who survived the disaster on the battlefield, only they would smile like that.

Peng Cheng's face was removed, and his face was a little bloody than the day before yesterday, but it was still dark: "It's cold outside, let's go in and talk." As he said that, he pulled her to the hospital: "Wife, you scared me, I want to run back."

His hands were cold and not as warm as a boy. Maybe it was because he had been frozen outside for too long! He held her tightly, and Beibei looked at his firm side face. He didn't notice it. He said he was going to run back, and she didn't comment.

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Peng Cheng insisted on introducing the hospital to her. He said that he had lived in many departments here and many doctors knew him. The best bone connection here is that you can take out the tendons inside the bones and connect them again.

He was so happy that he was incoherent that Beibei regretted it at the moment. She shouldn't have recognized the credit. This obviously made him happier, but she knew that it was not true. He greeted almost everyone, greeted many beautiful nurses, and showed the girl around them to those people. The patient clothes he was wearing were very transparent, and the white bandage on his chest could be seen clearly through the patient clothes. The bright red blood grew bigger on the bandage bit by bit.

"Cheng Cheng, you're red." Beibei only touched his chest, as if pointing to the knife inserted into his chest, and she subconsciously hid a little further.

"It's okay, I know. I just rushed downstairs and stretched it." He smiled proudly. Maybe for him, stretching it was particularly worth it.

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In the ward upstairs, this time a short woman stood in front of the window. Her face was shriveled and not angry. Her skin was cracked due to wind and sun. Seeing that Beibei and Peng Cheng were back, she lowered her head and turned her face and left without saying a word.

Peng Cheng held Beibei's hand and asked her to sit beside him. Before lying down, he casually pressed the button at the head of the bed. After a while, the doctor came.

"You've called me, what's going on? Young man." The doctor was far less handsome than Qin Tian. He was tall and had already bald, almost forty years old!

"It's nothing. There's a little bleeding." Peng Cheng lifted the collar of the hospital gown. The blood had already stained the striped clothes. The bandage inside was blood-red. He looked back at Beibei: "Wife, you go out for a while."

"No, I want to be here." Beibei said, reaching out and gently pushing his head.

"I just told you not to move around all the time." The doctor casually walked around the hospital bed and walked to Peng Cheng's side, near the window.

"I stretched it for a while." He listened to the man's words very well and responded to him very properly. The doctor reached out to pull the curtain on the hospital bed while walking, and pulled Bebe outside the curtain.

She could no longer see it. For some reason, Beibei felt very nervous, but she was still glad that the doctor pulled the curtain and she felt that she didn't have the courage to see it.

The silhouette on the curtain looked terrifying. The doctor's huge body lowered and he was sucking something on Peng Cheng's chest. She could feel his body stiffening. Fortunately, the curtain was opened again. The doctor pulled it and said, "Actually, it's nothing big. It can be stopped in a while. Just don't move. Do you still have a fever?"

"Fever." Peng Cheng subconsciously glanced at Beibei again.

"Then you have to be hospitalized until you don't have a fever." The doctor also looked at Beibei, smiled with a big mouth, and asked, "This is the girlfriend you mentioned!"

"Yeah!" Peng Cheng hummed. He seemed reluctant to speak, but he still emphasized: "My wife."

"Okay, my wife, it's pretty good." The tall and tall doctor shook his head and looked at her, then nodded: "This guy is extraordinary! He came out by himself after the operation. Did he tell you?"

"Yeah!" Beibei responded and smiled slightly.

"On average people can't do it, they have to come out." He looked at Peng Cheng again, and put his big hand on his shoulder: "Don't move, you won't bleed in a while, come to me if you have something to do."

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In the world of two people, no one is innocent.

The doctor's big red face looked shiny. He exchanged a few greetings with everyone in the ward, his voice loudly.

"My wife, he has made a lot of money every day. If I do surgery, my brother will give him two thousand yuan."

As soon as the doctor left the house, Peng Cheng told Beibei in a low voice that it seemed like it was so strange, but the girl was not confused about it. It turned out that she didn't care about it. She looked at Peng Cheng's slightly rosy little face, pulled the quilt, and covered him tighter.

"Have you taken antipyretics?" She always looks like an outsider, an outsider.

"Yeah!" Peng Cheng responded. Maybe he didn't need to lie down, but he obediently obediently. He seemed to be full of gratitude. He reached out and grabbed Beibei and gently kneaded her fingers. The soft and slim play Yinger always wanted to get his shape deformed, so that he would feel better.

"Wife, I want to marry you." Peng Cheng stared at Beibei, not wanting to let go of any reaction. His eyes were full of dazzling light, and the shaking girl could not look directly.

"Why do you have to come out by yourself?"

"Do you agree?" She couldn't distract him, and he still asked her.

"Don't say anything else, why did you come out by yourself?"

She struggled, she didn't even want to cover her. The two of them just ran away from each other's questions nakedly. The answer was really not important. Maybe Beibei didn't respond for a long time, and Peng Cheng was a little angry. He let out a deep breath, and he lost all his strength.

"On the day of the operation, my mother was the only one who didn't wake up..." Peng Cheng seemed to swallow his mouth, but he didn't finish saying: "Wife, you don't know." He looked at the hospital beds around him: "They were all carried down from the operating table. If there were no doctors and nurses to carry you down, they were all their own family members. If I don't wake up, my mother couldn't lift me, what should she do if she asked her to do?"

"So when I went in, I told the anesthesiologist, "Please give me less anesthesia so that I can wake up after the operation."

Beibei stared at his face. She couldn't understand the Chinese he spoke, but fortunately he obeyed her.

"What about your aunt! Why didn't your father and your brother come?" Beibei stared at him with her transparent big eyes, looking out of place, and her face was inappropriate innocence, which made Peng Cheng speechless.

He raised his eyebrows and struggled as if he was about to get up, but it was not easy. He started to hurt and said more words reluctantly. He pulled Beibei and refused to let go. Perhaps it was her fault that scared him, so he kept talking nonsense and had no clue. Most of the sentences in the east and west were half-parted.

At this time, Beibei didn't know that this was probably the time when Peng Cheng loved her the most, so he couldn't even say a sentence. He didn't even say a useful word. She just felt that she couldn't understand and didn't know what Peng Cheng wanted to express. She even joked about him, and for his poor expression ability, he couldn't express his thoughts fluently.

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He was lying with Peng Cheng all the time, and Beibei sat down sore his spine. At noon, the short woman brought some food. Peng Cheng couldn't eat these, all of them were prepared for her. He seemed to be comfortable. He said a lot of funny words to make her happy, and said some interesting things about other people's surgery, and he was also happy.

"Wife, let's not have children in the future." He suddenly said this, not sure why.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"I had a child downstairs yesterday. I really could die if I had a child. We would definitely not want it." Peng Cheng said so seriously. He said that the dead woman died, who knows! Anyway, I heard that she died, so he thought about it at that time and must not have the child.

"Are you scared?"

"Well! I'm quite scared. Several young nurses were very scared last night."

"You are not a woman, what are you afraid of?" This distant topic should be very far away for both Beibei and Peng Cheng.

"Then I can't be afraid if you die?"

"I'm not dead! Why are you nervous?"

Beibei gave him a look, but Peng Cheng suddenly became happy: "Yes! I can control whether I have a child or not. Wife, if you are good to other men, can he treat you as good as I do?"

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As soon as noon passed, the sunlight turned to the window next to Peng Cheng. He was a little sunny, but he didn't say that. Beibei also imitated the doctor's appearance and pulled the curtain to the other side and blocked the sunlight. Peng Cheng watched her finish her work and sat back on the original small stool. She poured a glass of water: "Drink some, I'll help you."

They all understood what they were saying? The girl's understanding is heartwarming, and the hope in Peng Cheng's eyes became clearer. He nodded, but just dipped his mouth in water.

After a while, she made an excuse to go to work the next day and planned to go home. She said it lightly, but Peng Cheng suddenly became lonely. He seemed very nervous. All the happiness just now filled his eyes, and in a blink of an eye, he seemed to be thrown away. He lowered his head, held Beibei's hand, pinched it tighter, and didn't speak for a while.

"I always have to go home. If I get home later, it may not be the time for the hour. Your aunt is not here either today. You have to take the train for two and a half hours." Beibei said, saying that she is the most useful but most ruthless truth.

After a long time, he finally raised his head and stared at her, as if he was not. His eyes were simple and straightforward, which made people have to avoid it. He also avoided the unclearness in his heart. After thinking for a while, he finally nodded and said, "Then I'll give it to you."

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"Let's just get there!" Beibei stopped in front of the elevator. Peng Cheng had a hard time walking. He rubbed off the bed with difficulty, trying to earn her fingers tightly, and his fingers were squeezed and twisted together.

She comforted him and pulled her arm out of his hand: "Don't go down with me, and toss it a little longer, the wound will be bleeding again, and you will still have a fever."

"It's okay." His arms fell blank. He was a little unsteady. Beibei hurriedly held him again. Unconsciously, Peng Cheng reached out and pressed the button of the elevator.

"It's the same wherever you go. It's almost a few steps away. I feel better when you get here." The elevator door opened, and Beibei stood still. She looked at Peng Cheng's eyes, gentle but firm. She had to leave him here, so the elevator door closed again.

Peng Cheng stared at the girl with her back facing the elevator and resolutely refused to move her steps. He was generally reluctant to leave. Just as he was about to say something, the elevator door suddenly opened again, as if it was broken, and it was biased twice.

This time, the elevator door seemed to be desperate. He held Beibei's hand and pinched it hard, looking at her pitifully, as if he was just wandering and reluctant to let her go, so Beibei couldn't help but hug him.

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Walking out of the hospital building, the girl still felt her eyes staring at her. She turned around and looked towards the hospital. Peng Cheng did not appear at the door. She glanced at the fourteenth floor and saw Peng Cheng standing alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the floor. She was fourteenth floor high. Beibei couldn't see his face clearly, but he suddenly lay on the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window with both hands, and tried hard to lean forward, looking at the patient's chest was covered with a bright red piece.

Beibei waved at him vigorously, and she saw that his body seemed to be exploring further, and in front of the glass window, she seemed to be jumping off.

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"You are leaving me, right? Will you still come to see me?" Beibei saw Peng Cheng's message on the train home, and had already sent it, and it had been sent many times.
Chapter completed!