"Hmm?!" As soon as he opened his eyes, the white almost pale walls of his eyes came into his eyes. The pungent smell of disinfectant accompanied by the sometimes uncommon headache made An Zai-sharp frown in discomfort. After moving his arms a little, he felt the pain in his body like a needle prick, which made him unable to help pulling the corners of his mouth but forgot the wound on his mouth.

"Sher~ I'm really cruel!" The pain that was originally delayed in the coma began to invade An Zai's nerves, just like when he was a child, the feeling of not feeling good on his body made his brain, which was a little blurred because of fainting, instantly became clever and awake.

"I actually went to the hospital." Looking around, the unchanged white walls and the needles on my palms, the connected glucose was obviously sent to the hospital by the crew because I fainted.

"Zai, are you awake?" A familiar voice came from the direction of An Zai-sing's ward. He turned his stiff neck and looked at it. Song Ji-hyo, who was smiling like a flower, showed a surprise expression and walked into the ward with a bowl of hot pumpkin porridge. The sweet pumpkin fragrance began to fill the entire ward, diluting the originally pungent smell of disinfectant. An Zai-sing sounded this time and hadn't eaten it once.

"Are you feeling better? Don't move, I'll help you..." Reassuring the pumpkin porridge in your hand, Song Ji-hyo walked to An Zai-sing and saw that he was struggling to support his body and wanted to get up. He hurriedly walked to him and stretched out his hand to support his shaking body, and said softly.

While supporting An Jie's weak body with his slender palms, Song Ji-hyo folded the pillow behind him to form a soft cushion. His movements were very gentle and took care of his sick husband like a gentle wife, and he never tires of adjusting to the most comfortable position for him.

It was the first time since childhood that he was taken care of by a girl in such meticulous manner. An Jae-sing was at a loss and stiffened her body, like a marionette, and she swung her body as if she was marionetted. He was always strong in front of anyone. He had never shown his fragility in front of his parents or lovers, but in the face of ruthless illness, he was unable to hide his weakness and exposed it naked in Song Ji-hyo's eyes.

"Okay..." He clapped his hands with satisfaction. Looking at An Jae-sing who was lying on his pillow, Song Ji-hyo suddenly felt a strange sense of accomplishment in his heart. No matter when they were dating or even breaking up, An Jae-sing will always be the tough party. He has always played the role of a little woman. Although he is obviously older than him, the role of childish and cared for when they were together is always herself. Now he plays the role of a caregiver. Even if he is not concerned about An Jae-sing's opinion, Song Ji-hyo wants to take a photo to commemorate her.

"Ji Hyo, how could you know that I was in the hospital?" Facing Song Ji Hyo's increasingly strange gaze opposite, An Jae-sing gritted his teeth and spoke out to break the strange silence.

"You also said," Hearing An Jae-sing's question, Song Ji-hyo put away his idea of ​​taking pictures, looked at An Jae-sing who was lying on the hospital bed with some blame, and said with some distress, "You have been fainted for a whole day and night. The unhealthy weight loss behavior and sudden and intense exercise have made you feel tired on the set..."

"The doctor said that you have to rest well and return to normal diet, so the crew gave you three days off to let you rest well..." Looking at An Zai-sharp and his body with thin faces and his scarred wounds, the scars on the corners of his mouth became frustrated for no reason, why didn't you know how to take good care of your body?

"It turned out that I've been so tired..." He was so tired. He was a little surprised when he heard that he had been fainting for a day and a night. He thought he had been unconscious for only a few hours at most, but he fell down for such a long time. No wonder he felt so hungry just now. He thought it was a normal sign of his weight loss.

"Ah, An Jae-sing, why are you so unattentional to your body?" Looking at An Jae-sing, who was a little disapproving after hearing what he said, Song Ji-hyo felt that his originally suppressed mood suddenly burst out. When he rushed to the hospital, he saw him covered in injuries and was unconscious on the hospital bed. How worried he was, why did he pass by as if nothing had happened?

"You know when I heard that you fainted, I...we, everyone, your friends are so nervous, afraid that you will have an accident, why do you just ignore it..." It seemed that I had a way to vent my emotions. Song Ji Hyo said to Ahn Jae-sing on the hospital bed, and he also had his friends' concerns. "Agents, members of infinite challenges, and the director staff on the crew are all so concerned about your body..."

"I'm sorry, I'm too selfish." He apologized with his head down. Seeing Song Ji Hyo who was angry beside him, An Jae-jeong began to reflect on his mistakes. He took it for granted. He clearly knew that his body had become weak due to weight loss and was still voluntarily carrying out high-intensity shooting tasks, making others worry about him.

"I shouldn't have made you so worried, I..."

"Gululu~" Just as An Zai-sing was reflecting deeply, a sudden sound came from the direction of his stomach, which made him blush, and the review words that reached his mouth could not be said. In short, he hadn't eaten for nearly two days, and his stomach had long been empty and had nothing.

"Puff~" The sudden nonsensical sound made Song Ji Hyo, who was already a little frustrated, burst into laughter, and directly destroyed the serious atmosphere she had worked hard to manage.

"Okay, okay, because you are sincere in admitting your mistake..." Seeing An Jae-sing's pitiful eyes, Song Ji-hyo sighed, gave up his next plan helplessly, picked up the pumpkin porridge he had just bought and came to An Jae-sing's bed.

"Sher~ah!" The sweet smell of pumpkin penetrated into his nose. However, An Zaiying, who was already hungry, couldn't wait to reach out to take the pumpkin porridge, but accidentally touched the needle that was stuck on the back of his hand, which made him scream. The needle had already pulled out a large wound, and the blood penetrated the snow-white tape.

"Ah, be careful, it's really..." Seeing the bleeding palm, Song Ji-hyo immediately said with a heartache, carefully tearing off the tape and wiping the blood seriously with a tissue, and putting the tape on it again.

"Forget it, how can you eat it, I'll feed you..." Fearing that there might be more accidents when An Jae-sing continues, Song Ji-hyo took out the pumpkin porridge and decided to let it go for him. Anyway, he is not a patient.

"I can do it myself!"

"Huh... come on, open your mouth, ah~" Scoop a spoon on the golden pumpkin porridge with a spoon. Song Ji-hyo, who was afraid that it was too hot, blew the cold carefully, and then handed it to An Zai-sing in front of him and began to learn how to coax the child and persuaded him.

"Guru~" Looking at the pumpkin porridge that was revealed in front of him, An Zai-sharp swallowed his saliva unconsciously. This was because I was sick and I am a patient now. I convinced myself that everything was because of the injury. An Zai-sharp ate the pumpkin porridge in one bite, revealing a happy expression.

"Is it delicious?" Looking at An Jie-shaped with a satisfied look, Song Ji-hyo couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly.

"Yeah, delicious!"

"Then eat more, come on..."

"Anyone, I'll come to see you!" The cheerful girl's voice came from the door of the ward. The girl who pushed the door and stayed in the refreshing short hair immediately saw the warm scene in the ward, and was a little stunned for a moment.
Chapter completed!