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Because Zhuo Wen's driver, Xiao Song, had already arrived at the scene when the incident happened, Xu Hanchang was so frightened that he didn't respond, and the party secretary and Xiao Song from Guogangzhuang followed the ambulance to the hospital.

Before returning home, Xu Hanchang, who had come to his senses, had already called the branch secretary and got a reply that he should undergo surgery.

Now he hastily packed his things at home, with the mentality that Zhuo Wen would not leave the hospital until he recovered, and arrived downstairs within half an hour.

Zhuo Wen had an accident, which dragged Xu Hanchang into the darkest dawn two years ago when Grandpa Xu was still undiagnosed.

At this time, any love-hate entanglement is not worth mentioning.

If the person is gone, if the person is gone... Xu Hanchang's eyes were empty, looking at the scenery outside the window, he suddenly closed his eyes.

Can't think any more.

However, when he called the branch secretary again downstairs, there was only a cold beeping sound, and he couldn't get through again.

Xu Hanchang was so anxious that he stood at the door of the emergency room and hesitated for a while.Fortunately, this is the affiliated hospital of their school, and the brother I met during the visit is also here.

He found the brother's WeChat from WeChat, and sent several messages one after another.

[Brother, hello, where are you, are you in the hospital]

[I have a friend named Zhuo Wen, who is 19 years old and was sent to the emergency room just now with traumatic brain injury]

【Is it convenient for you to check his medical records in the system or which clinic to see for me】

After Xu Hanchang sent it over, he looked around and waited anxiously for a reply.

【Brother, are you there? 】

Three minutes later, a message came from the other side.

Xu Hanchang nodded anxiously.

[Emergency three-hand, external ventricular drainage. 】

Xu Hanchang stared blankly at the line of words, losing the ability to recognize the language.

Ventricular drainage.

He studied medicine and knew what the word meant.

Two years later, he passed the medical school entrance examination, walked around, and stood at the door of the operating room again.

Still have to wait for the judgment of fate, without the ability to resist.

Xu Hanchang punched the wall behind him with trembling lips, trying to numb himself with pain and calm down.

Apart from life and death, there is no big deal.

If God let Zhuo Wen be safe, he wouldn't care about anything.

"...Brother Xu?" A hesitant voice came from behind, Xu Hanchang was startled, he was standing still, but trembled violently.

He didn't even dare to look back.

How could I hear Zhuo Wen's voice, could it be Zhuo Wen's ghost?

"Brother Xu!" Zhuo Wen was overjoyed, and walked towards Xu Hanchang's back.

Xu Hanchang turned his head and stared at Zhuo Wen with red eyes.

Zhuo Wen was touched by his expression, the stitches didn't hurt just now.Seeing him like this now, his chest hurts heavily.

Xu Hanchang looked at the gauze covering his head, suppressed his tears and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Zhuo Wen shook his head honestly, it really didn't hurt much, it just felt hot and a little numb.

Before he could open his mouth, Xu Hanchang immediately hugged him.

This is a solid hug, hiding the other party's infinite fear and distress.It took Zhuo Wen a while to realize, and he wrapped his hands around Xu Hanchang's back in disbelief.

He wondered if he had been stunned by a brick just now.

Xu Hanchang was half a head shorter than him, so he hugged him like this in the crowded emergency corridor.