No, Leng Zimo, you can’t sleep!
If you fall asleep, you may never wake up again, Leng Zimo!
Look at the woman outside the window, she’s still waiting there, look at her, watch her...
Leng Zimo stared at Luo Xiaoqian outside the window, gritting his teeth, and forced his eyes open once more.
Luo Xiaoqian noticed his movent, his gaze clearly more tired and unfocused than before.
"Zimo, don’t sleep, Zimo, you must hold on!" she anxiously pounded on the window in front of her, calling his na, "Zimo..."
"He can’t hear your voice!" Jiao Yang gently reminded beside her.
"Wait for , Zimo!" Luo Xiaoqian turned her face, quickly glanced around, and rushed to the table, pulling open drawers to search.
"What are you looking for?!" Jiao Yang walked over puzzled.
"A pen, give a pen and paper..."
Luo Xiaoqian quickly pulled the drawers on the table, Jiao Yang didn’t know what she wanted to do, but still helped her search, finally finding a thick oil-based pen in one of the drawers.
Taking the pen Jiao Yang handed over, grabbing a stack of dical record paper from the table, Luo Xiaoqian returned to the glass, waving the paper and pen towards Leng Zimo inside, and began to write rapidly.
After writing a few sentences, she turned the paper around toward Leng Zimo inside.
Leng Zimo understood her intention, carefully looking at the paper, which read, "Zimo, don’t sleep, I’m here waiting, you can’t sleep!"
Facing Luo Xiaoqian, who was intently watching from outside the window, Leng Zimo nodded lightly.
Taking the paper, Luo Xiaoqian flipped to the next page and started writing again, "I’ve written a new song these days, you haven’t heard it yet, now, I’ll write it for you to hear!"
Leng Zimo looked at the words and nodded again.
Communicating with her, his spirits lifted once more.
The heartbeat and blood pressure data on the monitor showed a slight uptick, though not much, it was certainly good news compared to declining.
Shen Yizhou glanced at the monitor, gave Luo Xiaoqian a thumbs up, indicating for her to continue.
Luo Xiaoqian flipped to the next page, drew a staff and sketched out little tadpoles; she didn’t write quickly because the song was entirely improvised by her, using a cheerful rhythm and comical tune to lift his spirits.
After writing a line of notes, she added below, "Sing it to !"
Leng Zimo carefully looked at the notes above, then sang the lody, and smiled after finishing the line.
The reason? It was because the song she wrote was so funny.
"Dare you make fun of ?!" Luo Xiaoqian wrote, "The good part is yet to co!"
She continued to draw the score, casually scattering erratic notes, not for pleasantness but for enlivening him.
Those bizarre notes ford a strange tune; as Leng Zimo humd and couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, due to his slightly elevated spirits, his blood pressure and heartbeat gradually returned to normal levels.
Beside her, Jiao Yang glanced at her paper, turned around, and quickly rummaged for more paper to bring over.
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On the highway.
Leng Zirui maneuvered through the clogged intersection, jumped directly onto the traffic lane, and into a convertible, "I’m requisitioning your car now, take to the military hospital ahead imdiately, or I’ll throw you out!"
"Then can I speed without restrictions?!" The driver asked with a smile, their bright voice intriguingly a lodious female voice.
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