The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

Although Wang Zichen was rescued by a doctor, his health condition deteriorated sharply, and his physical indicators dropped sharply.

This deeply comatose person seems to be tired of the world, and doesn't want to live another day at all...

For a person who does not want to live, who can save him?

Unless it's an angel, moreover, it's the angel he's thinking about...

As night fell as expected, Wang Ziji, who had been guarding the ward, walked out of the ward while making a phone call.

Not long after, a handsome figure gently pushed open the door of the ward, slipped in lightly, and then turned around and closed the door.

The quiet light shone on the woman's elegant and refined face. At this time, she was wearing a white dress, as light and elegant as an angel, as if she could fly lightly as long as she tapped her toes.

As soon as she entered the door, she looked eagerly at Wang Zichen on the hospital bed.He was lying unconscious at this time, he looked very thin and haggard, and the various medical instruments attached to his body were shocking to look at, and he was actually wearing a ventilator at this time!

His condition is so bad!

Tears rushed into the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision.

She looked at him with tears in her eyes, even though he was so lifeless at this time, even though he was connected with various medical equipment, even though he was wearing a ventilator, in her eyes, he was still so elegant and refined.He looked like a sleeping prince, waiting for her to wake him up with a kiss.

The beautiful white-clothed angel seemed to be fascinated by him, and her eyes were tightly wrapped around him, never moving away for a moment.

She approached him slowly, and when she walked to the hospital bed, she timidly reached out to touch his unconscious hand, then raised her hand to avoid the intubation tubes of those ventilators, and gently stroked the side of his thin face.

Then, she lowered her head, gently, gently lowered her head and kissed the side of his face.She wanted to kiss his lips, but because he was on a ventilator, she couldn't kiss his lips, she could only kiss the side of his face.

In the fairy tale, the kissed prince slowly opened his eyes.

Lan Xinhui looked at Wang Zichen eagerly. She originally thought that he would open his eyes and look at her with a smile, just like the sleeping prince in a fairy tale.

However, reality and fairy tales are different.Reality is reality. In reality, Wang Zichen, who was in a deep coma, was still lying unconscious, and seemed to have no feeling for her kiss.

Can't the affectionate kiss wake him up?

Staring quietly at the ignorant him, Lan Xinhui shed two lines of tears: "Zichen, can you wake up? I'm back, do you know?... Open your eyes and look at me okay?"

She gently stroked his shoulder, she gently stroked the side of his face, she really wanted to shake him and wake him up.However, he looked so fragile at this moment, as if if shaken, he would fall apart.Therefore, she didn't dare to shake him, for fear that if she was not careful, she would hurt him.

She could only cry and beg him to wake up quickly: "Zichen, can you wake up? Can you wake up quickly? You look like this, it makes me so sad..."

However, Wang Zichen still lay there numbly, as if he was unmoved by her words and her sadness.

Lan Xinhui cried even more sadly, she thought helplessly: Why hasn't he woke up yet?Doesn't he want to see her?How could she wake him up?

Her tears fell down and onto Wang Zichen's body, but he still remained indifferent.

His indifference made Lan Xinhui even more sad.

More and more tears flowed down, but she didn't wipe them away, and let the tears spill on his face and neck, she didn't care about the tears, she just cried and said to him: "Zichen, are you angry? Do you think that I left you on purpose, that's why you became like this...you just want to scare me like this, don't you?"