the resurrected memory

"drip-drip-drip-drip-"

It was very quiet in the ward.

Only the sound of the IV drip dripping down rang in his ears.

An Xiaowan sat by the hospital bed, her eyes red from all the work.

The anxiety and guilt in her heart drowned out all her thoughts. no matter who asked her to leave or to rest, she was unwilling and only stayed by his side.

Time passed by.

in the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

An Xiaowan finally couldn't take it anymore and fell asleep. Huo Shen quickly took the opportunity to carry her to the next Ward.

On the bed, the master doctor's expression looked unprecedentedly peaceful, like Yingying was a little happy.

or perhaps, he had a perfect dream.

However, the corners of her mouth were raised, and a few tears could not help but fall from the corners of her eyes.