He Is Warmer Than Time

In the middle of the night, Song Ran felt a little wind and grass, and Gu Jingxing immediately greeted him with a ‘crack of wind’: "Xiao Ran, what's the matter?"

Song Ran glanced at him sadly: "Why do you volunteer to stay and take care of me? Wouldn't it be better for you to let Ma Wu stay? Don't you need to go back and roll the call?"

Gu Jingxing's smile appeared warm under the dim light, and she said: "Mother Wu is too old and can't make it through the night. I will ask Du Dapeng to go back and say, no need to roll her name."

In fact, he wants to stay with her more and make up for the shortcomings of leaving without saying goodbye.

Song Ran glanced at him again, and then stopped talking, Gu Jingxing was suddenly worried: "What? Is the wound painful? I'll call the doctor to come and see it for you?"

Song Ran said, "The wound pain is okay, I just...want to go to the toilet."

Gu Jingxing reacted immediately and hurriedly tried to help her up.

After the operation, Song Ran was still hanging water to reduce inflammation. Gu Jingxing lifted the salt water bottle onto an iron rod and lifted the quilt to help Song Ran up, carefully to the extreme in every move.

"Xiao Ran, be careful."

Lying still unconscious, she went down to the ground now, every step she took, the wound seemed to be torn apart, and Song Ran's face was distorted with pain.

In this era, there is no such condition that there are toilets in wards, only public toilets in the corridors.

Gu Jingxing supported her with one hand and a salt water bottle with the other. He came to the outside of the toilet. He was going to go in with his head. Song Ran pushed his chest: "Soldier, you're messed up, this is the women's toilet."

The public toilets of this era are not the same as the later ones. The single rooms without doors are all pits and pits. If he enters, he is playing an exile.

Only then did Gu Jingxing realize how unsuitable his actions were, and said, "Xiao Ran, you walk in slowly, be careful when you squat, and slow down as much as possible, you know?"

Song Ran took the iron rod with the salt water bottle and snorted, "You don't need to teach me how to use the toilet."

After speaking, he turned around and moved in step by step. Gu Jingxing touched his neck and waited outside anxiously.

Song Ran inserted the iron rod into the small hole on the side, then untied his trouser pockets with difficulty, leaned on the wall with one hand and protected his abdomen with one hand, and then slowly squatted down.

Really suffer.

Gu Jingxing's uneasy voice came from outside: "Xiao Ran, have you squatted down? Didn't you touch the wound?"

There was laughter from the squat behind, and a big sister laughed: "This big brother, really funny."

Song Ran smiled awkwardly and shouted: "Gu Jingxing, don't shout."

Gu Jingxing touched the back of his head outside, feeling at a loss.

After a while, Song Ran moved out of the toilet step by step with the eldest sister behind her, and Gu Jingxing hurriedly supported him.

The eldest sister took a look at Gu Jingxing and joked: "Young man, your partner is okay, don't worry so much."

After speaking, he held the salt water bottle and moved it step by step.

Song Ran snorted: "All this fuss."

Gu Jingxing gently slapped her up and hugged her up, his steps were as steady as a mountain, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have no smile.

In the ward, Gu Jingxing gently put her on the bed, then moved the salt water bottle to the iron frame, then covered her with a quilt, and then sat aside.

Song Ran realized something and asked, "Jingxing, you haven't drink water yet, aren't you thirsty?"

Yes, they entered the hospital at six o'clock. It's almost twelve o'clock. Gu Jingxing didn't eat or drink. Can he stand it?

Gu Jingxing smiled and said, "I'm not thirsty."

Song Ran's heart suddenly became congested, he wanted to accompany her through this tormenting time of not being able to eat or drink.