Chapter 5 Plan of the future

The second time she woke up with the identity of Sahara, in front of her eyes was no longer the solid blue body of the doctors and nurses, but the scene she saw was a family of three sitting on a chair, facing everyone, everyone was emaciated.

John sat on the chair, his hands knitted on the pillow, and his head fell into his fists. Mus is next to him like a lost soul, his eyes aimlessly looking into the distant air. Finally, her younger sister, Emma, is probably the most pathetic person whose meticulously made-up face is now smeared with tears. The hairstyle that she always shows off in front of her is now gone messy, like potholes.

After seeing this scene, Sahara felt very satisfied. Perhaps it was the remaining emotion of the owner of this body.

Not wanting to care about these people, Sahara closed her eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep, but as soon as she raised her hand to pull up the blanket, she didn't know what was causing the pain immediately rush to her brain, she couldn't help groan up an hour.

The sound was very low, but in the space of approaching death, it was suddenly greatly magnified. The people sitting on the chair obviously heard and turned their heads. Now I can't pretend anymore, Sahara had to quietly smile at them.

Like a pent-up spring, Emma didn't care about the situation in front of her and immediately came to her bed, screaming and scolding.

"Sahara, you are an asshole..."

Seeing his precious daughter become so out of control, John felt very heartbroken. However, he knew that now what he needed to do was discuss the solution, so he couldn't let it mess up. So he immediately approached, grabbed his body to the side, and whispered:

"Emma, calm down. We still have time."

Emma's whole body fell into her father's lap. She buried her face in his lap and screamed. Her life, her future, will be ruined if she steps into that Bach family! She doesn't want this to happen.

Sahara really couldn't understand where she got the courage to say such harsh words. Wasn't all the suffering of this body a gift from her and her esteemed father? Now blaming her, don't you feel reluctant?

The wound, which had not yet healed, was now hit by Emma's hand, causing her pain to inhale a cold breath. She quickly took her other hand to hold the wound, her eyes coldly looking at the father and son who were embracing each other. Just as she was about to say something, another voice successfully blocked her throat.

"Sahara, are you okay?"

After going through so many things in front of the emergency room just now, Mus's emotions have become much calmer. She looked at the person sitting on the bed, the fierce expression that punished her every day was gone, replaced by a face of contrition.

"Do you look like you're doing okay?"

Mus: "..."

She didn't expect that she would dare to answer like this to her today, so she couldn't react in time. Can a person who enters the hospital with a full body full of blood be okay? Mus couldn't help but smile sarcastically. She didn't expect that one day she would ask such a silly question.

"Why did you have a dispute with Mister Syhan last night?"

After doing the ideological work for his little daughter, John immediately stood up and used the look of an old father to question her. Contrary to the gentleness before, now his eyes carried a gloom to look at as if he could jump up at any moment to bite her.

If it was before, seeing his dangerous eyes, Sahara would immediately feel fear, all the thorns on his body, no matter how high, would simultaneously descend. But that was only a few days ago, she now won't let herself suffer, won't let herself swallow bitterly.

Sahara was not in a hurry to answer. She bent back and raised the pillow, then gently put her hands on the bed to sit up. Her arm was injured, so the action took place very hard, but fortunately, she was able to successfully sit up, not letting herself become a laughingstock. During the process, the three so-called relatives of hers always stood blankly watching, with absolutely no intention of stepping forward to help.

"Are you sure you want to talk to me right now?" Sahara calmly leaned back. She raised her bandaged arm, her mouth as if not raised in a moderate curvature.

"I asked why..."

"Time to change the medicine!"

John didn't have the patience to listen to her nonsense, so he coldly repeated the question. However, before he could finish his sentence, someone's voice interrupted him. Years of wandering in the marketplace, being treated by everyone with a warm attitude, now being blocked by people, making John uncomfortable and frowning.

The one who spoke up was a nurse. She quickly pushed a cart filled with medicine and medical equipment to the side of the hospital bed. Seeing that the three of them still had no intention of leaving, her voice was cold again.

"Please get out so I can work."

John unwillingly glanced at her, then waved his sleeve and turned around. The man who was the breadwinner in the family was no longer there, the other two made little sense, so the two immediately followed him out.

This nurse wears a tight mask that makes Sahara not know what her face looks like, but being able to help her see these gods off makes her very grateful. Afraid that if the other party was a little late, her ears would become cocooned.

Thankful for this timely appearance, Sahara couldn't help but smile and say thank you. When the four eyes met, she seemed to see the glint of water in each other's eyes.

Sahara's head was immediately filled with clouds. She was a little unable to understand the situation in front of her. Wasn't this nurse very tough just now? Why has it suddenly become like this now?

In front of her confused gaze, the other party didn't even want to explain. She calmly took off the mask on her face, a face with white skin was exposed. The girl in front of her had a chubby apple-shaped face, a rather young appearance, probably around her age. The only strange thing that existed here was that in the depths of her eye sockets, there was a sparkling stream of water as if it could pour out.

After the mask was taken off, she did nothing else but stood still and looked at the person on the bed. Being stared at like that made all the hairs on Sahara stand up, just as she wanted to open her mouth to ask what was wrong, her whole body fell into a warm chest.