In the afternoon of the same day, Jiuzhou received feedback from the Shanghai Times, "Passing by Your World" plot storyboard as soon as possible, and then finally choose.

Chi Mo doesn’t care. No matter whether the times are needed or not, whether they are filmed or not, they have to draw script storyboards.

Squeeze, you can squeeze in. The paintings of "Lost in the Road" before the preview of the first day of the month should be no problem.

A busy life is fulfilling and comfortable.

...

"Doctor, will people still wake up?"

I don’t need to accompany the bed in the hospital during the day. At 10 o’clock in the evening, after drawing a plot of the ‘Great Sage’ in the Starry Sky, I returned to Leng Qingning Ward, and the doctor happened to be there.

"It's hard to say that you will wake up at any time, and you may not wake up again..." After pondering, the doctor said.

wipe!

Chi Modu Shuishen, saying that was equivalent to not saying anything.

The attending doctor left, and Lu Qiuhong signaled Zhao Xiaoyun to go out for a while, "Mr. Chi, Qingning's current situation is a bit dangerous. The earlier she wakes up, the higher the possibility of awakening. It's the third day soon..."

This is inconsistent, but Chi Mo can understand it.

Today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, every day after tomorrow, the probability of awakening will be less and dangerous.

But, what can I do?

"Mr. Chi, what I think is, at night, why don't you sleep with Qingling and simply hold it..."

I'll wipe it!

What a hell idea?

Are you kidding?

"Sister Hong, it's enough for me to be able to have a bed with me. Although I'm a man, I won't be able to take advantage of it even if I sleep together, but I have a girlfriend, okay, what do you think about Yu Xianxian? It's just a joke."

Chi Mo was speechless, and he couldn't agree to this.

However, Lu Qiuhong was stubborn and persistent, "Don't worry, Mr. Chi, there are no outsiders here, and Xiaoyun will not say a word, Xianxian will not know."

"It's not that you just have sex, just sleeping with your arms, the couple who used to be."

"No matter whether it succeeds or not, you must give it a try."

Neuropathy.

Chi Mo laughed directly, "Sister Hong, if you wake up after holding someone in your arms, what else do you have to do? Isn't this a joke? Stop messing around."

"No nonsense." Lu Qiuhong said anxiously.

Perhaps only she knew the specific situation of Leng Qingning the most. The person who solved the bell must be Chi Mo.

"In this way, if you are worried that Xiaoyun is not safe, then I will stay with me to bed tonight and let Xiaoyun go back. This will be fine. I beg you Mr. Chi..."

As he was talking, Lu Qiuhong was about to kneel down.

Seeing this, Chi Mo hurriedly stopped him and helped him: I'm sorry, you're really here, you're not kidding?

It's a sin.

Chi Mo sighed with his forehead.

This Lu Qiuhong is like Leng Qingning, and is sick.

...

Although it is a special care unit, the bed is still not very wide, with a standard width of 1.2 meters.

This width makes it a bit crowded for two people to sleep.

"Mr. Chi, I'm sleeping, you can do whatever you want..."

Lu Qiuhong's voice came quietly, making Chi Mo, who had just gotten into Leng Qingling's quilt, speechless.

You just go to bed, I can just use a hammer.

However, through the sick clothes and his pajamas, both layers, it seemed that the body temperature of Cold Qingling could be felt, which was lower than the normal temperature and was a little ice-like.

After all, people are in a coma. Although they don’t consume much energy in their sleep state, they only rely on rushing to input some nutrients needed by their body. After all, they have no food.

Yes, I really owe you.

With a secret sigh, Chi Mo adjusted his lower body and half-entered Leng Qingning into his arms to convey the temperature.

To be honest, just holding it in a sleep is meaningless at all, what's the point?

If it is to convey stimulation and make Leng Qingning wake up, to be honest and shameless, it is more appropriate to do fitness exercises, at least in this way can it be stimulated.

Forget it, let’s do it as a living horse.

Thinking of this, I don’t think about it anymore and go to bed.

However, just as Chi Mo closed his eyes and began to make a sleepy mood, Leng Qingning's other half of her arms and fingers trembled slightly, twice...

Under the eyelids, the eyeballs seemed to be turning.

Um?

Familiar hugs.

In the darkness, it was like a ball of unconscious cold lime, and suddenly felt a trace of warmth surrounding it.

A taste that was once very familiar.

She didn't know what she was in, she was awake but couldn't see her five fingers, and was empty and dark without any light.

There was no change in temperature or awareness, but just now, an inexplicable breath approached, and then a trace of warmth seemed to be transmitted, which was very comfortable.

Soaked by this warmth, it seems that I feel warm and my nerves are more active.

At the same time, I also feel that this warmth is like a spiritual medicine, a good medicine to guide the way home.

Thinking of this, Leng Qingning was excited.

I just feel my spirit floating, looking for a direction to float, there seems to be a door in the distance, and just push open that door and she can be reborn.

Regain your life and return to your real world.

Outside, someone was waiting for her.

Outside, there was someone she wanted to meet.

Outside, there is one thing she wants to do.

(Ahem don't worry, there is no cultivation of immortals, I just use the fantasy way of immortals and magic.)

(Just as Leng Qingning had a very strange dream, she seemed to be able to sense a trace of the outside world in the dream; Lao Xiong had this illusion in his dreams many times, and I don’t know if there are any fellow Taoists, and they also have this kind of dream illusion...)

...

Um?

Soft, warm and cool.

Chi Mo opened his eyes in a daze and returned to his position.

Ah, Amitabha.

It turned out that at some point, I actually put Leng Qingning's right earlobe in my mouth in my dream.

Uh, you're obviously gnawing pig's trotters?

The sky was slightly bright, and the cold Qingling was still sleeping.

But I don’t know if it was an illusion or because I slept all night, I felt that Leng Qingning’s body temperature had risen a little, and her face was even more rosy than yesterday, and she no longer revealed a pathological paleness.

I'll wipe it.

Chi Mo rubbed his eyes and it was really rosy.

Is it really effective to sleep in a hug?

Thinking of this, Chi Mo's eyes slightly turned, moved his fingers and placed them on Leng Qingling's waist through the sick gown, and then said nothing, scratching and tickled.

Um?

Damn.

Leng Qingning's body trembled slightly in an instant, especially when she was scratched, her waist was very reflexive.

"Hey, wake up, can you hear it?"

There was no response, but the eyelids seemed to be trembling.

What a good thing.

Chi Mo let out a long breath and continued to tickle.

"Wake up quickly, come on..."

However, at this moment, a hazy female voice sounded, "Mr. Chi, you are awake..."

Chi Mo scratched Leng Qingning's hand on her waist, stopped quietly, and coughed dryly: "I just woke up, try to wake someone up, or not."
To be continued...