Repaying With Marriage

Chapter 6 Vigorous and Beautiful Words

After Shi Mianmian went to call the doctor's grandfather, he stopped the bleeding and took medicine again.

The old doctor has bad eyesight, but he has high medical ethics. He can give the needle accurately by touching the patient's hand without looking at people. In the past two days, every time he called the old doctor to come up to help with the injection, he asked the nurses in his clinic to give the injection in advance. It is enough to help prepare the medicine in the hanging bottle, which also saves a lot of trouble.

As the sky was getting dark, Shi Su took Shi Mianmian into the bathroom to take a shower, then took her back to the next room to put her to sleep, and then came out hammering her still sore shoulders.

The man occupying her bed was still asleep, she only glanced at it, then turned and went into the bathroom again.

Twenty minutes later, Shi Su came out in comfortable white pajamas, and was drying his long wet hair as he walked out.

The woman who was filled with the aroma of shower gel sat on the indoor sofa not far away. After she sat down, the man on the bed opened his eyes.

"I'm about to sleep on the sofa for the fourth night because of a strange man who is not related to me. I must be out of my mind." The woman put the towel aside, picked up the moisturizer and patted a few times on her face casually. Down.

But she doesn't believe that a person loses his memory when he says that he loses his memory. She has to find a chance to explore him.

The seriously injured man was lying on the bed, with a tall and straight figure that couldn't be concealed under the thin quilt, and a handsome face.

Hearing this, Jing Jihan didn't speak, but turned his eyes and glanced in Shi Su's direction.

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Two days later, the man on the bed finally woke up "again".

"Are you awake?" Shi Su raised an eyebrow to look at him.

Before Jing Jihan could speak, she threw a thick dictionary over.

The dictionary was hitting the wound on his chest, and he groaned in pain, then turned his eyes to look at her again, his voice was hoarse with a little pain: "You mean I'm not completely dead yet? It would be better to just stab me to death with a single knife."

Shi Su glanced at the man so that he could not help but look sideways: "Isn't it amnesia? Anyway, you have been lying on my bed for so many days, I can't always call you "hey, you get it for yourself." Give me a name, amnesia belongs to amnesia, I should be able to read characters, right?"

Supporting his body with one hand, Jing Jihan barely sat up, but leaned against the head of the bed with some difficulty because he had not slept for so many days, and looked at her again: "Can I eat first?"

Shi Su was amazed at the man's calmness and cheekiness: "Are you ashamed to ask me for something to eat?"

Jing Jihan's expression was calm and natural: "How many days do you think a normal person can live with just a few glucose injections?"

When Shi Su saw that he had already picked up the thick dictionary, he said, "I happen to be cooking white rice porridge in the kitchen, so I'll get you a bowl. I borrowed this dictionary from my neighbor's aunt's youngest son who is going to school. Come on, don't break it!"

"good."

Shi Su turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Jing Jihan glanced at the things in his hand, flipped through two pages, and heard the sound from the kitchen, and the faint fragrance of white porridge wafting in the air.

A few minutes later, Shi Su came back with the porridge, put it on the bedside cabinet, and looked at him in a blink of an eye: "Have you chosen a name? You don't need to be too careful, just a name that I can call it. "

Jing Jihan met the woman's eyes: "I've chosen."

Shi Su hesitated to pick up the dictionary beside the bed, and saw that the man took the pen and paper she put on the bedside table at some point. After opening the dictionary, he saw the piece of paper inside, with a vigorous and beautiful letter on it. two words.