Yang Yunhai stood motionless, looking at the girl on the hospital bed who was still in a coma.
Did something happen to her?
Whenever he saw her usually, she always seemed so happy.
But from the moment he held her in his arms, even though she was in a coma, he could still feel the sadness and pain emanating from her.
Private Zhang Ran didnât expect that out of sheer curiosity, he wanted to verify if he was seeing things right, and then he saw there was actually a scarf on the snow.
Forgive him for realizing it was a scarf only when he got closer.
Seeing the scarf, he was sure he wasnât seeing things because the girl he saw earlier had something similar.
However, their Captain reacted much quicker than he did.
He immediately jumped into the pit and carried the girl out.
Honestly, this girl was really lucky; if it werenât for the scarf up there, who would have known she would fall into the pit.
But a good young girl, running to the mountains on a snowy day instead of staying at home, wasnât she afraid?
Zhang Ran couldnât understand Gu Linglingâs thoughts, but Yang Yunhai did.
He clearly remembered that Gu Linglingâs mother was buried in this mountain, but he couldnât figure out why she would visit her mother at this time?
Could today be some special day?
Yang Yunhai was lost in thought, seeing the girl lying on the bed frowning tightly and murmuring something.
"Zhao Yu, what on earth is going on with her?" Yang Yunhai hurriedly called Zhao Yu and asked.
"It shouldnât be like this; she should be waking up." Zhao Yu lifted Linglingâs eyelids and examined her, "Did she experience some kind of shock today?"
Is that why she remains unconscious?
Zhao Yu was speechless; can this child live well?
He had already reminded them the last time they came to the hospital, to keep an open mind and not to keep everything bottled up.
But this girl didnât listen at all.
Zhao Yu didnât like patients who ignored medical advice, just like the frozen figure standing next to him.
Whatâs with the sullen face?
"How would I know?" Yang Yunhai retorted with a dark face.
What kind of look was Zhao Yu giving him?
"When will she wake up?"
"Take good care of her here and call me if anything happens." He really didnât know when she would wake up.
"When she wakes up, comfort this girl properly; donât keep a stony face, or sheâll faint again if someone like you shows up." Zhao Yu patted Yang Yunhaiâs shoulder and decisively left to check on other patients.
Yang Yunhai, "..."
What sort of skill is comforting? He seemed not to know.
"Hmm..."
At that moment, Gu Lingling, lying on the bed, groaned in discomfort, her brow furrowing tightly.
"Girl, Gu Lingling." Yang Yunhai placed his large palm on her small face, his callused thumb gently massaging her tightened brow, "Donât be afraid, donât be afraid, everything will be okay."
Seemingly comforted, or maybe his voice was just that reassuring, Gu Linglingâs brow indeed did not furrow again.
Just as Yang Yunhai was about to withdraw his hand, he noticed the girlâs brow seemed to knit again.
His calloused large palm rested on her cheek.
The girl, like an obedient and gentle kitten, gently nuzzled her cheek into his large palm.
It was as if, through this action, she could transfer the strength from him to herself.
Yang Yunhai sat there, perfectly straight.
While his other hand was being pressed against her face by the girl.
This feeling... was somewhat subtle...
Yang Yunhai didnât know how to describe it for a moment.