Qiao Sinian's lips raised, drawing a shallow curve: "It's double."

Cheng Yuzhi didn't say anything more. The atmosphere in the ward was no longer so tense, but instead became a little more leisurely and comfortable.

He looked at Qiao Sinian, who was pale on the hospital bed, raised his chin: "The porridge is on the table, it's going to be cold."

"What kind of porridge?"

"Lotus seeds and black rice porridge."

"If you don't eat it, you can go and change the red bean porridge."

"" Cheng Yuzhi glanced at him, "Do you like to eat?"

After saying that, Cheng Yuzhi tied his scarf and looked at the dark night outside the window.

It was getting late, and he was too lazy to take care of Qiao Sinian anymore. He turned around and left the ward and closed the ward door.

Qiao Sinian had just finished the operation and couldn't get angry. He turned around and looked at the porridge bowl on the table and reached out to take it.

The porridge was still hot, so he opened the lid and started eating.

There is no porridge in the monitoring room, only meals with bad taste.

He has always been very picky about food, so he suffered a lot during the few months in the bureau.

Thinking of this, a bitter smile overflowed from the corner of his lips. He didn't blame anyone. It was worth it for a few months of hardship to teach him a lesson for a lifetime.

The porridge tasted pretty good, and the originally cold body gradually warmed up.

The ward is no longer monotonous smell of potion, but it has a little more aroma of porridge.

The curtains were half-pulled, and occasionally he would turn his head to look out the window. Although it was dark and he couldn't see anything clearly, he could still see the lights outside and the stars in the sky among the scattered stars.

Even simple things are much better than the cold walls in the monitoring room.

Because of his surgery, the police did not take him back immediately.

People watched from inside and outside the ward. Qiao Sinian spent most of her time lying on the bed and looking silently at the ceiling.

Three days later.

The wound was almost healed, and he stood in a loose hospital gown and looked out at the outside world.

New York is very monotonous in winter, without much scenery, especially the hospital, with only a few tall buildings and bare trees.

There were patients and medical staff walking around on the road.

Qiao Sinian hasn't seen so many people for a long time. He is also interested in seeing things that he usually disdained.

A layer of white mist formed on the window, hazy, obscuring half of the vision.

It was early morning, and the bright and warm sunshine poured down from the sky and spread out like broken jade in the hospital.

Qiao Sinian raised his hand and drew a long finger on the fog in the glass window. The two words "Jiaqi" appeared on the window.

Looking at the words on the window, Qiao Sinian's lips had a warm and light smile, and there was a bit of gold under the warm winter sun, charming and elegant.

There was nothing in the ward, but he seemed to be quite satisfied. Even his turbid eyes were a little more clear, as if the spring breeze was blowing through the dust.

When the wound heals, he gets used to standing at the window, and he stands for half a day.

The police station saw it more strictly. Even if he asked for a razor to repair the stubble, the police were watching it, as if he was afraid that he would commit suicide.

Qiao Sinian looked at himself in the mirror and was much thinner than before he surrendered. He was like this now, and he didn't like him very much.

I guess women and children don’t like it even more.

Qiao Sinian sneered and left the bathroom.
Chapter completed!