How Could The Lost Love Be Found

Time passed by minute by minute. In the evening, aunt Wang and uncle Wang both went to dinner, leaving He Xiyan alone in the ward.

Jiahang was still asleep. Bottles of liquid medicine had been changed one after another, six to seven in total over the afternoon. Doctors came in several times to do some routine examinations.

He Xiyan had always been sitting beside the hospital bed and did not go anywhere except going to the bathroom once.

At this time, she came with a basin of warm water. She twisted the towel dry and gently wiped his face, then his neck and all the way down. Her movements were so gentle, afraid of hurting him.

After that, she helped straighten the quilt and then poured a cup of warm water. She dipped a cotton swab in water and gently applying it on his bloodless lips to prevent his dry lips from cracking.

She did all this carefully and attentively without even noticing a man standing there at the door for seven or eight minutes.