Song Zhaoshui was also sent to the hospital for a check-up. She was okay, except for the skin on the back of her hand, she didn't suffer any trauma.

Xie Nanting had not woken up yet, and she felt uneasy in her heart. The clothes on his body were sticking to his body wetly, his hair was still yellow mud, and the pair of sneakers on his feet could no longer see the original color, leaving a muddy footprint every time he took a step. What was even more uncomfortable was the lower abdomen, which began to turn over and over again, unable to stand up straight, and could only stand with knees bent against the wall.

Everyone advised her to go back to the hotel to pack herself up, and it would not be too late for Xie Nanting to wake up. What's more, she couldn't help by staying here.

After returning to the hotel to clean up, Song Zhaoshui stared blankly at the food box on the coffee table.

If it wasn't to save her, Xie Nanting could have been fine. He always felt that he owed her a life, and now he is paying it back. What about later?

Song Zhaoshui walked to the bed and sat down dumbfounded. There are still some things in mind that can't come to God, and can't help thinking about the events of these days.

Should it all be over?

She stood up, carried the dirty food container to the sink, and cleaned it seriously. The quality of the food box is very good, with so many twists and turns on the road, there are only a few scratches on the surface. The seal is tight and tight, and as soon as the lid is opened, the aroma is filled with hot air.

It's seafood porridge.

Song Zhaoshui took a spoon and ate slowly. She was not hungry, and she even wanted to lie down all weary, but persisted stubbornly. When the spoon was stirring the porridge, it hit something at the bottom of the box. It was round and she scooped it up. It turned out to be a hard-boiled egg.

Who would put boiled eggs in seafood porridge?

She twitched the corners of her mouth and wanted to laugh, but before the smile fully bloomed on her face, it disappeared again. This is probably the last time she enjoys Xie Nanting. Since then, the bridge will return to the bridge, and the road will return to the road.

Song Zhaoshui received a call saying that Xie Nanting was awake, and hurried to the hospital.

Something happened to Xie Nanting, and the crew was pressing hard. Except for the few people who were next to them who saw it with their own eyes, everyone else only knew that a crew member was injured and hospitalized, but it was impossible to find out who it was.

The doctor did a CT scan of the brain for Xie Nanting, and the initial diagnosis was a minor impact, and he had to stay in the hospital for 24 hours of observation.

When the news came out, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Xie Nanting is a trump card for their crew. If something happened to him during filming, the crew would probably be scolded to death.

When Song Zhaoshui arrived at the hospital, Xie Nanting sat on the hospital bed bored and peeled apples. He held the fruit knife attentively, and the peeled apple had become a long strip, and the width was the same from beginning to end, which was simply good news for patients with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.

She knocked on the door, but Xie Nanting didn't hear it, and peeled the apple on his own.

Well, Song Zhaoshui stood quietly outside the door and waited. Seeing that he had finally peeled the apple, he held it in his hand and scrutinized it for a while, as if he was looking at some exquisite craftsmanship. Enough to see, opened his mouth to bite down.

Song Zhaoshui's mood after a few hours of death suddenly turned bright, and she knocked on the door again. He knocked harder than before, knocking five times in a row, enough for the people in the room to hear.

Xie Nanting couldn't take that bite. He looked up and saw Song Zhaoshui, his slightly pale face suddenly glowed, and he raised his hand and shook it forcefully: "Come in."

Song Zhaoshui sat down on the chair beside the bed, looked at Xie Nanting a few times, and saw that he was in good spirits, so he was a little relieved: "Are you okay?"

"Very good." Xie Nanting thought for a while, and handed the apple in his hand to Song Zhaoshui, "Do you want to eat it?"

Song Zhaoshui wondered for a moment, in Xie Nanting's eyes, does she always need to eat and be fed?

She was uncomfortable before. Xie Nanting gave her soup and porridge, which she can understand.

Now that he is not feeling well, she came to visit, how could the patient being visited still want to feed her?

"I won't eat it." Song Zhaoshui put away the fruit knife, turned his head and saw that he had taken a bite of an apple, his voice very clear.

"Are you hungry?" Song Zhaoshui felt sad when he saw him eating an apple for a long time. After tossing for so long today, Xie Nanting probably didn't have time to eat at all.

Xie Nanting smiled embarrassedly: "Xiao Zhang went to buy it and hasn't come back yet."

Song Zhaoshui became more and more sad. She blamed herself for not being careful enough, and she didn't take this into account on the way here.

Xiao Zhang came back soon, running sweaty and carrying things in both hands. He was about to knock on the door when someone came and opened the door.

"Miss Song, you are here." Zhang Man didn't seem surprised when he saw her, and happily took out his things.

He buys a lot of things, and it's impossible to buy them in one family. After buying this one and running that one, it was time-consuming and laborious, so went for so long.

"Brother Xie, look, it's all in place, a lot!" Zhang Man wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Then I'm going to dinner!"

Although Xie Nanting is picky and tiring to take care of his life, the salary is high, there are bonuses at the end of the year, and there are usually red envelopes. The treatment is good and the hard work is worth it.

Song Zhaoshui looked at the table full of food and was surprised at the calmness in his heart.

This is really very thankful to Nanting.

"Sit down!" Seeing that she was standing still, Xie Nanting pulled her sleeve down, "You sit."

While beckoning people to sit down, he handed over the chopsticks diligently, and looked at Song Zhaoshui with twinkling eyes.

No, no, it shouldn't be like this.

Song Zhaoshui gently pulled his sleeve out of his hand and stared at him for a few seconds, until Xie Nanting couldn't help but become serious: "What's the matter?"

He had clearly inquired, Song Zhaoshui was not injured. Xie Nanting was quite content with his quick response at that time, so he didn't understand Song Zhaoshui's expression at the moment. He could see that she was not happy.

"You saved my life today," Song Zhaoshui smiled, "So, no matter what you owed me before, it's all written off, understand?"

She said it euphemistically, afraid that Xie Nanting realized that "Xiao Xie's soft heart" has been exposed.

It was just that when she said these words, she silently denied it in her heart. How could it be a write-off?

How can she be saved in Xie Nanting? A word of reminder, anyone with a conscience is willing to say it, after all, there is no price to pay.

But Xie Nanting actually replaced her with her.

After all the calculations, it wasn't a write-off, it was she who owed Xie Nanting.

And the best way to repay is to have a clear relationship with him and stop enjoying what you shouldn't have.

When Xie Nanting heard her say the first half of the sentence, he already understood, and the complacency in his heart disappeared in Mi Xing. But in the next moment, a small voice resounded in his head, refuting: "How can it be considered as two clear? You just saved her from being injured, not saved her life. Is the grace of saving life so good? ?"

When this voice sounded, Xie Nanting was strangely happy.

He said "Oh", not taking Song Zhaoshui's words seriously. Xie Nanting, who didn't know that his little vest had been exposed, naturally didn't realize Song Zhaoshui's desire to distance himself from him.

"I'll give you a spoon," Xie Nanting continued, "Do you want to drink a bowl of soup first?"

Song Zhaoshui suspected that he didn't understand at all, or that he had developed the habit of repaying his gratitude, and he didn't change it for a while.

"No," Song Zhaoshui ruthlessly rejected him, "I just came to see you, I'll go back if you're okay."

She picked up her bag and wanted to leave. I am used to being independent, and I always feel that it is right to be alone. Suddenly someone intervened strongly in her life, which made Song Zhaoshui feel novel for a while. The behavior of the intervening person is not excessive, and even every time he appears, Song Zhaoshui always feels helpless and a little overjoyed.

This is a dangerous signal, Song Zhaoshui reminded himself in his heart: He treats you only out of repayment, not out of pursuit.

Before she sinks in, she has to get away quickly.

Xie Nanting was still holding the white porcelain spoon in his hand. Seeing that she was going to leave, he blurted out, "Why am I alright? I have a headache."

"Headache?" Song Zhaoshui was startled, "I'll call a doctor!"

She was about to ring the bell, but Xie Nanting stopped her and said with a tangled face, "Can you call the doctor after dinner?"

He told a lame lie, knowing that he was embarrassed, and he lowered his head and dared not look into Song Zhaoshui's eyes.

Knowing that he was fine, Song Zhaoshui first breathed a sigh of relief. Then he glanced at him helplessly: "Don't lie to me with this kind of thing."

Is it still possible to cheat?

Xie Nanting stumbled to the wrong point, and nodded: "Okay."

He stubbornly stretched out his hand and refused to take it back. When Song Zhaoshui took the spoon in his hand, he knew that she had promised to stay, and a smile finally appeared on his tense face.

Song Zhaoshui felt that the gap in her heart was getting bigger and bigger. She pressed her chest lightly and wanted to ask directly, Xie Nanting, do you know that it is easy for people to misunderstand by doing this?

She didn't ask for the exit, and before she had time to sit down, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

The man didn't wait for Xie Nanting's consent, and directly pushed the door in.

"I heard that you fell into the pit?" Ding Dai's cold voice carried a bit of ridicule, "Did you fall on your head?"

"Miss Ding." Song Zhaoshui stood up and greeted the person who came.

She was sitting a little out of the way, and it was normal that Ding Dai didn't see her before. Hearing her voice, Ding Dai couldn't help showing a somewhat surprised expression, her eyes turned back and forth between Xie Nanting and Song Zhaoshui, and the smile on her face became a bit meaningful: "Miss Song is also here, am I disturbing you? you guys?"

The surprise on her face and the deep meaning in her eyes were like a loud slap in the face, causing Song Zhaoshui to blush.

It wasn't Xie Nanting who misunderstood her, but herself, being self-motivated.

"No," Song Zhaoshui straightened his back and said with a smile, "I was asked by the director to visit Mr. Xie. Mr. Xie is in good health, and I am leaving."

Without waiting for Xie Nanting to speak, she hurriedly said goodbye and left the ward in a hurry.

After going out, Song Zhaoshui stood in the corner of no one, staring at the upper of the shoe for a while. When he raised his head again, his eyes were clear and bright, and a relaxed smile hung on the corners of his mouth.