"Gao Yinan, are you okay?" "Hello, how is it? Do you want to go to the hospital?" I raised my hand to help him up, but I couldn't move him at all.
It was a long time before Gao Yinan who was leaning against my chest could say a few words weakly," I can't die."
When did he really think his body was made of iron?
"Can you still move?" "I'll help you out."
He was actually obedient like a child. He followed my steps and walked out step by step. He placed him on the bed. He thought that he was better, but he suddenly felt that he was holding my hand. He tightened his grip and his face was twisted in pain.
"Is it starting to hurt again?"
I didn't care about that much. I got into the blanket and hugged him. I placed one hand on his stomach and gently rubbed it. He was a little surprised and
