Although Song Shaoyan had a bad taste in women's clothes and she didn't like many of the gifts he gave her, she could see his awkward liking in the things he gave her.

I want to contact her but I am timid.

She is no longer a little girl in her early twenties, so she cannot understand Song Shaoyan's awkwardness.

He was afraid... of dragging her down.

It was late at night, and Ning An ate dinner in a hurry and stayed in the ward.

She stared at the beautiful bouquet of flowers in a daze.

The flowers are so beautiful, blooming like seventeen or eighteen years old.

That's when she met Song Shaoyan.

The past cannot be recalled, and time flies by like water.

…

Early the next morning, the morning sun had not yet emerged from the clouds, mist was still floating in the morning wind, the dew was round, and the grass was fragrant.

The east is white and birds are flying.

Ning'an woke up very early.

She happened to be waiting at the door when Song Shaoyan was sent out.

The doctor followed closely, and the tall American male doctor smiled at her.

Ning An knew that he was Dr. Edward.

The heart that was originally beating erratically suddenly calmed down. Dr. Edward's smile was like a reassurance. Ning An understood what it meant.

"Ms. Ning, Mr. Song's operation was very successful. He will take good care of himself and rest, and he will return to his former self."

"Thank you doctor." Ning An was grateful, "Will he no longer need to use a wheelchair after recovery?"

"Yes, you may still need crutches for support in the first few months, but you will definitely recover within six months."

Hearing these words, Ning An smiled: "Thank you very much. Without you, he would probably have to be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life."

"It is not my fault alone. Our entire team takes this operation seriously. It is also our responsibility to save lives and heal the wounded."

"If he had had this surgery a few years earlier, wouldn't he have been in a wheelchair for the past few years?"

"It's hard to say. A few years ago, the technology was definitely not as advanced as it is now, and the success rate was not as high as it is now. They are all unknown."

"He is so lucky to meet an excellent doctor like you."

"Ms. Ning, you're welcome. Are you his girlfriend? I heard them say that you signed all Mr. Song's surgeries."

"That's right." Ning An smiled.

"He hasn't gone through anesthesia yet. He will wake up in two or three hours."

"I see."

"Well, I'll go get busy first."

Ning An nodded.

She went to the ward.

Song Shaoyan is still in a coma.

Ning An bent down and hugged him gently. This was Song's only wish!

Ning An saw that the fingers of his right hand were curled tightly, as if he was holding something in his palm.

Opening his fingers, she saw that it was the safety buckle she had given him, and he had never let go.

Ning An didn't stand up, just bent down and looked at him, his eyebrows remained unchanged.

The morning wind rustled the windows, and the morning sun peeked out from the clouds little by little. It was still a bleak winter outside, but the ward was as warm as spring.

Ning An took a nap.

She dreamed that when she was in college, the school held a basketball game. It was a large scale game and was held in the city gymnasium. Other schools also participated.

Many students went to our school, and she was among them.

Many girls from their foreign language department went there because they heard that several handsome guys from our school were going there, and they even bought small flags.

Colorful flags were waved and cheers continued.

Ning An doesn't know anything about basketball. She just heard that Song Shaoyan was also participating, so she came.
Chapter completed!