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Xiang Yun and Lin Zhixin rested at home for two days and felt that they had regained some energy. Xiang Yun began to understand Lin Zhixin's mother's condition.

That night, Lin Zhixin called home after a long absence. In order not to irritate her mother, she called her father.

After the call was connected, both parties fell into a long silence, because they hadn't talked for too long, and even though they didn't change their numbers, it was still unavoidable, becoming jerky and difficult to communicate.

Lin Zhixin's parents are both in Qizhou, and the journey is not far away, but the distance between them seems to be separated by thousands of mountains. They should be the closest people, but they can't even confess the simplest greetings.

"dad."

The stalemate silence lasted for nearly 2 minutes, Lin Zhixin finally spoke with difficulty, and called out softly.

"Well, how have you been lately?"

The man's voice was a little hoarse, Lin Zhixin lowered her eyes and replied:

"I've been fine recently. I heard that my mother..."

She was anxious to know how her mother was doing.

"It's fine." Lin Maoping interrupted her, "We have nothing for you to worry about, you just take care of yourself."

"dad!"

Lin Zhi was a little anxious, but Lin Maoping didn't want to continue this topic:

"That's it, rest early."

After speaking, he unilaterally hung up the phone.

A "beep-beep-" sound came from the receiver. Lin Zhixin held the phone in a daze. She looked at the call time indicated on the interface. In just 2 minutes of the call, she and Lin Maoping really talked, but Only ten seconds.

An uncontrollable bitterness surged up from the bottom of my heart. This kind of indifference and powerless frustration really made people feel disheartened.

Lin Zhixin's hand holding the mobile phone fell from her ear, and suddenly a warm arm wrapped around her shoulder, her slender fingers gently pinched her earlobe, and she turned to Xiang Yun, comforting in a low voice:

"It's okay, don't worry."

She didn't hear the conversation between Lin Zhixin and Lin Maoping, but from the look on Lin Zhixin's face, she could easily tell whether the short call ended for good or bad.

Lin Zhixin leaned in her arms, nodded obediently and docilely, but her mood was still very low.

Xiang Yun patted her on the shoulder to coax her to sleep, thinking that since Lin Zhixin's parents didn't want Lin Zhixin to know about Lin's mother's condition, they could only think of other ways.

In the middle of the night, Lin Zhixin suddenly woke up from her dream, turned on the bedside lamp to Xiang Yun, and looked at her worriedly:

"what happened?"

Lin Zhixin's face was pale and her heart was beating very fast. She grabbed Xiang Yun's arm with an anxious expression:

"I had a nightmare. I dreamed of my mother...Xiang Yun, what should I do? I'm so flustered."

Xiang Yun hugged her into his arms, patted her on the back, and calmed her down in a low voice:

"Don't be afraid, I'll ask Auntie about the situation tomorrow. It's okay. You can call Uncle tomorrow morning and ask about it."

Lin Zhixin managed to calm down, but she was still flustered. She curled up in Xiang Yun's arms, and it took her a long time to fall asleep drowsily, but she kept frowning, unable to sleep peacefully.

Xiang Yun sighed, and gently rubbed Lin Zhixin's frown.

The next morning, Xiang Yun got up early, planning to go to the major hospitals first, while Lin Zhixin stayed at home to prepare the materials needed for reinstatement.

Since Lin Zhixin's mother is receiving treatment, there will definitely be records in the hospital, and the hospital may not disclose the patient's information, but she has to ask.

Because of her slight social phobia, she is actually not willing to take the initiative to communicate with others, and she needs to do a good job of psychological construction every time.

But for Lin Zhixin, she felt that she had endless confidence, and now she had the courage to face things that were difficult before.

She drove all day, asked all the outpatient department, but did not get any news from Lin's mother. Finally, she inquired in the inpatient department of the Provincial People's Hospital, and got feedback that there was indeed a patient named "Wen Xiuming".

When Xiang Yun heard this, he had a bad feeling in his heart. Although Lin Zhixin's mother was receiving treatment, if there was no major problem, she should not be admitted to the hospital.

She asked if this Wen Xiuming was hospitalized because of a heart problem, and the nurse looked at Xiang Yun suspiciously:

"Are you a family member of the patient?"

"Yes, I am her daughter."

Xiang Yun immediately replied that in this case, she could only use Lin Zhixin's identity to know about Wen Xiuming's situation.

The nurse nodded, then looked down at the materials and answered her:

"It's a heart problem, a sudden coronary heart disease, he was sent to the doctor in time, and he was rescued."

This news was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue. When Li Sheng mentioned this matter to her a few days ago, he was fine. Why did he get sick now?

Xiang Yun's heart suddenly lifted, she remembered what Lin Zhixin said after waking up from a nightmare last night, her face turned pale and flustered, and she asked again:

"How is the situation now? When was it admitted to the hospital?"

"It was sent over last night. You need to ask the attending doctor about the specific situation. The patient is currently under observation in the intensive care unit and can only be transferred to the general ward after his condition stabilizes."

Xiang Yun was very anxious. Lin Zhixin called Lin Maoping last night, and he didn't know whether Wen Xiuming's sudden illness was related to Lin Zhixin's phone call. If it was really because of Lin Zhixin's phone call, Lin Zhixin It will definitely be very uncomfortable in the heart.

But the nurse didn't know much, so Xiang Yun asked her for the name of the attending doctor. After the nurse told her, she quickly went upstairs and searched from department to department.

She saw the house number of Cardiac Surgery in the distance, and immediately walked over quickly.

The name of the doctor was written on the door of the department. Xiang Yun stopped outside the door of a department and was about to knock on the door when the door suddenly opened inwards. One person met Xiang Yun, and the two froze at the same time.

"Xiang Yun?"

The woman standing inside the door was wearing a white coat, her long chestnut hair was tied into a simple ponytail, and she was holding a thick folder in her hand, looking at Xiang Yun in surprise.

Xiang Yun also stared wide-eyed, and quite unexpectedly called out the woman's name:

"Wen Chuxun? You..." She glanced at the brooch on Wen Chuxun's chest that marked the rank of the hospital's attending doctor, and asked in shock, "Are you a doctor here? Cardiac surgery?"

Wen Chuxun put away his surprised expression and nodded:

"Well, I returned to China this year and was just transferred here."

Seeing that Xiang Yun was sweating profusely, as if something was urgent, she kindly reminded:

"Director Zhou is not in the office now, you may have to wait a while to find him."

She came to deliver materials, but she didn't expect to meet Xiang Yun.

Xiang Yun's mood calmed down, she took a step sideways to allow Wen Chuxun to walk into the aisle, and then said:

"Are you free now, I may need to take a few minutes of your time."

Wen Chuxun nodded:

"What did you say."

Xiang Yun knew that the doctor's time was precious, so he didn't beat around the bush, but asked straight to the point:

"Do you know Wen Xiuming?"

"Wen Xiuming? I know that Director Zhou is in charge of this patient. Director Zhou is on vacation tomorrow, and I will take over the patient."

Hearing the news, Xiang Yun was overjoyed. Wen Chuxun took over Wen Xiuming, she must know the condition well, and she might not need to find that Director Zhou again.

She quickly asked about Wen Xiuming's current situation. Wen Chuxun said that the patient was sent to the hospital in time last night. The current situation has temporarily stabilized and he is fine, but he needs to be observed for a period of time. If possible, it is recommended to perform bypass surgery as soon as possible.

Xiang Yun breathed a sigh of relief, Wen Chuxun said it was okay, it should be true, she asked if Wen Xiuming was taken care of now, Wen Chuxun's eyes showed doubts, and asked her:

"Aren't you Wen Xiuming's family? Why don't you even know this?"

She thought that Xiang Yun and Wen Xiuming were related, that's why she was so anxious.

Xiang Yun scratched the back of her head, with embarrassment in her eyes, she didn't know how to explain to Wen Chuxun, she couldn't say that she didn't actually know Wen Xiuming, and she wasn't even sure about Wen Xiuming who lived in the intensive care unit Was it the one she was looking for?

She had to put it another way:

"For some reason, I can't visit in person yet, so I can only learn about the condition in a roundabout way."

When she said this, Wen Chuxun was thoughtful, but did not delve into it, and only said:

"Okay, I see. The patient's husband has been accompanying him all the time. Let's make an appointment to have a meal together. I'll tell you the details. Last time I said I had something to do with you, and I didn't take the time. "

Wen Chuxun was willing to chat with her about Wen Xiuming's condition alone, and Xiang Yun was of course willing, so he quickly made a decision to meet at a restaurant outside the hospital at six in the afternoon.

After finishing speaking, Wen Chuxun asked her if she wanted to go up and have a look. Xiang Yun hesitated for a while, but decided to go and have a look, even if it was just outside.

She followed Wen Chuxun upstairs, and a middle-aged man was sitting outside the intensive care unit. He was wearing a pair of square-frame glasses, and his hair was curled and out of shape after a night of tossing.

He looked haggard, sitting on the bench with his back bent, his face was sallow, and there was a circle of stubble around his mouth, which made him look quite tired.

But with just one glance, Xiang Yun recognized him as Lin Zhixin's father.

Lin Maoping should have been very handsome when he was young, even though he was described as downcast at this time, he still couldn't hide his demeanor, his whole person exudes the unique taste of a scholar, especially his pair of eyes, which are very similar to Lin Zhixin's.

"convenient?"

Wen Chuxun turned his head and lowered his voice to ask her.

Xiang Yun understood what she meant, nodded and replied:

"Well, it's okay, I'll take a look and leave."

She and Lin Maoping didn't know each other, even if they stood face to face, there would be no conflict. What's more, she just walked by and took a look from a distance.

Wen Chuxun had probably already guessed why Xiang Yun was timid, so she led Xiang Yun over without asking any further questions.

When Lin Maoping saw the doctor coming, he didn't notice Xiang Yun behind Wen Chuxun at all. He stood up and asked anxiously:

"Doctor, doctor! My wife is still in a coma, how long will it take her to wake up?"

"Don't worry, the patient's condition is relatively stable now, and he should regain consciousness within twelve hours."

Wen Chuxun answered him calmly.

Lin Maoping covered his eyes in pain and muttered to himself:

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault. I should go along with her. I know she is not in good health, so I shouldn't quarrel with her..."

By the end he was sobbing.

Xiang Yun took a deep look at Lin Maoping, then walked past him, stopped outside the window of the intensive care unit, and saw the beautiful woman on the bed with her eyes tightly closed and all kinds of wires plugged into her body. My heart hurts too.

This woman is Lin Zhixin's mother.