Good Morning, Mr. President!

She grabbed his hand. Hold it tightly tight enough to make Tang Wei's bone hurt.

The heart also fainted.

"Tang Wei ..." She murmured his name.

Tang Wei leaned down slightly, close to her, "I am."

"This time, don't you disappear from my dream, okay?" She murmured, holding his hand, and froze gently on the cold face. "It's your birthday today, I really want to be with you Ever ... "

Tang Wei's heart was turbulent, and his breathing became extremely heavy. If he could, he wanted to hold her hand like this forever, and hold it to his head.

However, the devil has long been deprived of his qualifications.

He looked at the girl in front of him painfully and affectionately, and she continued to mumble, "I bought you a cake, which you can eat, less sugar ..."

"Shangshang!" Tang Wei interrupted her words, feeling painful, making it difficult for him to keep listening.

At this moment, Tang Song came in.

Seeing the picture of the two of them holding hands, their eyes fell on Tang Wei. "Four brother, the doctor said that she needs a gastroscope."

Tang Wei nodded his head and asked worriedly, "Does it hurt?"

When she was by his side, she was a bit pampered by him, and she was painful.

"It's painless now, except for some discomfort, it won't hurt too much."

Tang Wei was relieved.

The doctor came over and opened the curtain now, to see that she hadn't woke up yet, and said, "I have to go to the gastroscope next door, and I'll get the push bed."

"No need, I'll come." Tang Weidao.

He wanted to pull back his hand and hug her, but Shang Shiyu held his hand tightly. He had the intention to let go, and she called his name again and again. The voice, sad and sad, even the Tang and Song sides listening to it were extremely unpleasant.

Tang did not surrender.

When she was so unconscious, he was usually vulnerable to all her ruthlessness and decisiveness.

He bowed his head, kissed her forehead affectionately, coaxed her softly like a child, "Shang Shang, good, I won't go anywhere, just hold you next door."

This kiss made Shang Shiyu's eyelashes tremble severely, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

However, she seemed to listen to these words, and her hands were slightly released. Tang Wei smiled slightly and hugged her from the bed.

She is too thin.

Lying in his arms, light as a feather without weight. Lighter than the last time she hugged her.

She still won't take care of herself.

Tang Wei bowed his head and looked at her with pity. She seemed to enjoy the embrace at the moment, curled up against his chest, his face pressed against his chest. There was still pain in her stomach, but at the moment she felt nothing the same, only his temperature and the strong smell of medicine permeating the tip of her nose.

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She was looking at the gastroscope and Tang Wei was waiting outside. About ten minutes later, the doctor came out in a white robe.

"Doctor, how is she?"

"Superficial severe gastritis with atrophic bowelization. The problem is not small."

"How could this be?"

"This little girl usually doesn't eat the three meals on time. Now the young people, one by one, take up the young and don't take care of their own bodies." The doctor choked.

Tang Wei looked tense, "Does that need treatment?"

"Take the medicine first. Let her drink millet porridge to nourish her stomach. As long as she no longer builds her body like before, she can get better."

"Okay, that troubles you."

Tang Song and Tang Weidao: "Let me go to the doctor to get the medicine. You are here to accompany her. The anesthetic should wait for a while.

He knew how rare their time was together.

Tang Wei gave a grateful glance at Tang Song, and now the nurse pushed Shang Shiyu out. She was lying on a narrow bed, covered with a white quilt, and her face was bloodless.

He sighed and followed, holding her cold little hand.

After about ten minutes, Tang and Song took the medicine and explained how to take the medicine by the way. He listened carefully and took the pen to write clearly on the pillbox.

"How long can she be awake?" Tang Wei asked.

"It's fast." Tang Song looked at the time, "Usually the anesthetic can wake up in half an hour."

Tang Wei nodded his head, staring deeply into the small slap face, his eyes sulking. In the end, he forced himself to take his eyes off her face, put down the medicine, and turned his head to the solemnly telling the nurse, "When she wakes up, please remind her to take the medicine. And ... please tell her, every day in the future Eat on time and say it's a doctor's order. Drink more millet porridge. "

"Okay, Mr. Tang. Don't worry, I will remind you."

Tang Wei glanced at Shang Shiyu again.

rest assured?

It's hard to worry.

For a long time, as if finally made up his mind, he got up. Tang Song looked at him, "Leave?"

"Ok."

"But she will wake up soon."

"Let's go."

Tang Wei said, and walked to the door first. However, each step was heavy, and each step was mixed with too much perseverance and worry.

At the door, I couldn't help but look back at her.

Tang Song looked at the back and wanted to say something, but after all, he shook his head helplessly and said nothing.

The fourth and fifth brothers' characters, from childhood to age, are said to be completely opposite. However, one thing is very similar, and there is abnormal obsession.

He had made a good decision and would not give her any hope without dragging her down.

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Here, Tang Weicai left.

On the bed, Shang Shiyu opened his eyes slowly.

"Wake up? How are you feeling?" The nurse asked quickly.

"... It's okay." Shang Shiyu said hoarsely. I looked around in the ward with anticipation, but no one except the nurse.

Her heart sank and disappointed.

Really dreaming!

This is a hospital, how could he appear here?

"I'll pour water for you, take your time, take the medicine first." The nurse shook the bed and turned to pour water. Shang Shiyu reached out and touched the bed. She felt the medicine and was ready to take it apart. When she saw the words on the medicine box, she was shocked.

He thought for a moment, only thinking that he had read it wrong.

On another look, she pulled the medicine box tightly, lifted the quilt, and slid off the bed.

The anesthetics on her body had not completely dissipated, and her body was so numb and numb that she had not much strength. After getting out of bed, he fell to the ground.

The nurse was startled and hurried over to help her. "You haven't completely loosed the anesthetic yet, you have to lie down for a while."

"These words were not written by Tang, right?" Shang Shiyu stood up staggeringly, but dragged the carton steadily and asked the nurse. She recognizes it!

She stared at the nurse with her eyes fixed, and she could see how much she cared about the answer and how much she expected.

The nurse felt a little frizzy in her eyes and nodded, "Yes, Mr. Tang just left from here. He also reminded ..."

Shang Shiyu didn't listen anymore, she turned the nurse away and hurriedly went outside. She didn't even know where she was coming from, she was numb with a step, but she couldn't care less at the moment.