Chapter 956
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Zhai Yunsheng turned on his tablet and wrote answers on the touch screen.
Jian Yiling finally woke up. She turned to her side and saw Zhai Yunsheng lying next to her.
Zhai Yunsheng was leaning against the back of the bed. One leg was bent up and the other was straight.
He was holding the tablet in his hand.
On the screen was a bunch of mathematical symbols. It was a complex mathematical formula and a complicated problem-solving process.
Jian Yiling didn't make a sound. She quietly looked at Zhai Yunsheng.
A few minutes later, Zhai Yunsheng habitually turned around to look at the person next to him.
He saw that she had opened her eyes.
"Why didn't you call me when you woke up?"
"You're pretty," Jian Yiling replied as she looked at Zhai Yunsheng seriously.
"What's pretty?"
"You."
Zhai Yunsheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He reached out and gently pinched Jian Yiling's face.
She had just woken up and she was flirting with him.
However, she probably didn't know that her words had the effect of flirting with him.
Jian Yiling suddenly turned over and wrapped her arms around Zhai Yunsheng's waist. She rested her face on Zhai Yunsheng's chest.
This was a 'coquettish' position. Qin Yufan had taught her this position.
"Why did you think of 'coquettish'?" Zhai Yunsheng asked. His voice was a little low.
She lay weakly in his arms, her little face leaning against his chest, her body and mind completely dependent on him …
"It's comfortable to hug."
Jian Yiling didn't know why. She just wanted to hug him.
"Mhmm …"
It was quite … comfortable.
It was quite … torturous.
Wasn't she a little too unwary of him?
Zhai Yunsheng reached out and rubbed his chest. "Are you hungry?"
During the surgery, she could only drink glucose to replenish her energy. After the surgery, she immediately fainted. Her stomach should be empty right now.
"I'm hungry," Jian Yiling replied in a soft voice.
Jian Yiling raised her head and looked at Zhai Yunsheng.
This made Zhai Yunsheng's body stiffen even more.
Zhai Yunsheng smiled bitterly: "Why would I ask you such a question?"
"Hmm?"
"Nothing."
She was just making things difficult for herself.
"Are you up? The food is on the table. "
"Mhmm."
Jian Yiling climbed up from Zhai Yunsheng's body.
At this moment, Zhai Yunsheng breathed a sigh of relief. However, he also felt a sense of loss.
Zhai Yunsheng opened the thermos on the table. He had prepared the food early in the morning. As he didn't know when Jian Yiling would wake up, he had placed the food in the thermos.
After Jian Yiling finished eating, Zhai Yunsheng took out a gift box and gave it to her.
"What is this?" Jian Yiling asked.
"A present."
"Gift?"
When Jian Yiling opened the box, she saw that there was a pair of shoes inside. It was a pair of shoes that were a bit … special.
The soles of this pair of shoes were very special. The bottom was full of metal rivets.
If this shoe were to step on a person's body, who knew how painful it would be.
Jian Yiling looked at Zhai Yunsheng in confusion: "You did this?"
"Yes, the soles were made with your hospital's 3D printer, and the welding equipment was borrowed from Li Zhuojia."
"You built the model yourself?"
"Yes."
"Why are you doing this?"
Zhai Yunsheng explained: "That way, the next time you step on someone, it won't hurt because you don't have enough strength."
"I don't have enough strength …"
"It's not that I don't have enough strength. It's just that I couldn't stay idle while you were doing the surgery. And thus, I found some work to do. I'll throw it away in a while."
The thirteen hours that Jian Yiling was doing the surgery were torturous for Zhai Yunsheng.
"You're not allowed to throw it away," Jian Yiling said as she held the shoes in her arms.
"Hmm?"
"You have to keep what you made."
Jian Yiling put the shoes back into the box. Then, she closed the box and hid it in the cabinet.
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