Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

His face was red and he stared at her sullenly, as if he wanted to kill someone.

It's a pity that an immobile and violent tiger, even if it becomes fierce, can only act like a sick cat and has no deterrent effect.

Yun Si helped him raise the bed so that he could sit on the pillows.

He had a cold face and didn't say a word. He turned aside and didn't look at her.

Really, I got angry again.

Yun Si went to get a basin of hot water, soaked the towel, and wiped his face.

And he, with a cold air all over his body, was silently expressing his anger.

I don't know if he is angry with her, or if he wants to suffocate himself to death.

Yun Si combed his hair and flexed his fingers.

His left hand trembled, seeming to react to her touch.

Yun Si paused.

He Yan seemed to be stunned for a moment, and his left hand trembled again.

He seemed to be aware that his left hand could vaguely move.

Before, I had no consciousness at all, and I couldn't control it at all.

but now.

He Yan seemed to be trying something, trying to stretch his abnormally curled left hand.

Little by little, slowly, he opened his left hand.

The overly long and thin fingers were now like withered branches, wrinkled and hard, and their movements were as slow as an old man's.

He slowly opened, then clenched, opened again, and clenched again.

Time after time, it became more and more flexible, as if it was injected with renewed vitality. He stared blankly, and then looked at Yun Si.

There seemed to be a bit of confusion in his eyes.

Yun Si held the towel, smiled slowly, and continued to rub his hands gently, helping him move his muscles.

"Look, Mr. He, I told you that you will get better."

She said softly: "Take your time, don't be in a hurry, treat the doctor obediently, and obey the doctor's instructions, okay?"

"The doctor will not harm you. One day, I believe you will stand up again."

He looked at her silently, his pale face emotionless.

When Yun Si massaged his left hand, she pinched his fingers and asked, "Do you feel it? Mr. He."

The man seemed to be in a daze, but he nodded unconsciously and hummed in a low voice.

"Then Mr. He, can you try to hold my finger?"

she asked, then scratched the palm of his hand like a mean-spirited kitten.

So, his left hand trembled and he immediately held her rebellious hand.

It was so tight that it seemed to have strength.

Yun Si smiled slightly and didn't move again.

When she was about to tell Jiang Wenxue the good news, the man who had been sitting silently on the hospital bed suddenly grabbed her wrist.

He raised his eyes and looked at her, his dark eyes moving.

His lips were slightly raised, as if he wanted to say something.

Yun Si blinked and leaned over to listen.

He grabbed her wrist and seemed to have red ears.

He lowered his eyelashes casually and spoke in a low voice.

He said: "I want to go to the toilet."

Yun Si was stunned.

But then, she quickly reacted.

The urine bag under the hospital bed was full, and he must have been holding it in.

Yun Si touched his head in a funny way and asked, "Do you want to go to the toilet, or do you want me to change your urine bag?"

Of course it's the former.

He looked at her silently.

Yun Si understood it.

"Then, I'll carry you over. Just be obedient and don't move around, okay?"

He pursed his lips slightly and said nothing, as if he acquiesced.

Yun Si lifted the quilt and hugged him sideways.

He was skinny, with not much flesh on his body, and was as light as a ball of cotton.