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Wei Bo's excited eyes and Meng Ai's bewildered eyes are like two magnetic poles with the same name, approaching suddenly in the invisible magnetic field, and then avoiding them quickly.

Wo'erwo also seemed to have passed the Turing test suddenly, and realized the extreme situation of the needle point, so scared that he reported Yu Hanguang's heart rate soaring to 180 several times.

The voice of "Please relax properly... relax... relax" echoed in the office, which was weird and funny.

After it finally calmed down and turned back into an artificial retarded person, the door was pushed open.

The scene in front of him surprised Lu Shaobo who came in: "Mr. Meng, I have found you. There is something very important. The hospital called just now—"

His hand holding the mobile phone was still in mid-air: "Didn't there be a train accident at noon, the search and rescue team found it... found a badge called [Yu Hanguang], and now sent him to the hospital..."

If heavy rain turns a city upside down, the first person to rush forward to stop the turmoil and panic and give them peace of mind must be the rescue team going to the front line and the medical staff behind.

Before he finished speaking, Meng Ai and Wei Bo came to their senses and ran towards the door almost at the same time.The glass door, which was about to be over one meter wide, was hit twice by a wooden bird and a turkey, and the screws at the seam trembled.

"Mr. Meng, I haven't finished yet. Don't make a mistake in the first hospital in the city!" Lu Shaobo shouted after chasing after him, almost tripping over the debris on the carpet.

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Although Meng Ai didn't like Wei Bo, for some reason, he let him sit in his car.

The gods above Yuhu Lake seem to have successfully overcome the catastrophe. Although the sky and clouds are still leaden gray, the torrential rain has disappeared.

The two arrived at the hospital smoothly, and they are standing side by side outside the ward at the moment, like two middle school boys who made a mistake and are being punished in the office, obediently listening to the "teaching".

"...It's just a mild concussion, no big problem; theoretically speaking, concussions of this degree are generally reversible. You have also seen the chest X-ray film, and there is no injury." The doctor in the inpatient department is a serious-looking girl. In his twenties, Huabi calmly put his hands into the pockets of his white coat, "He was not in the car where the accident happened, so his injuries are considered very minor, so he came to our place."

The two big birds asked everyone they met in the busy emergency center just now, and they went around a few big circles, not to mention [Yu Hanguang], they didn't even see [Yu], [Yu], and [Yu].

The rescue was not yet over, and from time to time, wounded people covered in blood and mud were pushed in; Meng Ai and Wei Bo's rising hopes seemed to be buried in the mud along with the landslide.

Fortunately, a well-meaning nurse told them that a car in the accident was completely overturned, and the emergency center only admitted the seriously injured patients in this car; and then helped to check the list, which pointed them to the hospital where the slightly injured patients were placed. department.

"Thank you, thank you so much." Meng Ai said these two words countless times today, and because they were still burning, the tip of his tongue brushed against his teeth, and the airflow rubbed against his lips to create a scalding temperature.

Wei Bo was still very nervous, and his voice was muffled in his throat: "But why has he been asleep and hasn't woken up yet? What's the reason for the red spots on his face?"

The resident doctor looked at the watch to estimate the time, and said calmly: "It's hard to say. A short-term loss of consciousness is a normal reaction to a mild concussion. Of course, it may also be the cause of hitting the head with a heavy object; tomorrow or two days, we need to do it again." It can only be judged by two enhanced CTs. After the patient wakes up, he should always pay attention to whether there is any abnormality in his behavior."

"The patient has an allergic constitution. The weather has been humid recently and he has been emotionally stimulated. It is normal to have allergic symptoms. If you want to determine the allergen, I suggest that the patient get a blood test after waking up."

Seeing that Wei Bo's expression was really ugly, the doctor changed his tone, and said "Yipu" in a gentle and soft way: "Well, at his age, he can recover quickly. Don't worry about it after you leave the hospital. Go out and have fun. It's delicious." Eat more, you'll be fine!"

The corners of Meng Ai's tensed mouth relaxed a bit, and after venting his thoughts, he realized that the phone had been vibrating non-stop; so he walked a few steps away, sat on the bench in the waiting area, and dealt with many official and private matters.

"Are you the patient's colleagues? I think you should be as busy as we are. But, in fact, high-intensity work is not conducive to recovery." The doctor continued to talk to Wei Bo, tilting his head through the glass on the door as he spoke Look in, "In short, it is best for the patient to rest in bed after discharge from the hospital and rest for one to two months. I have told the patient's family a long time ago."

Following the doctor's gaze, Wei Bo's eyes landed on the ward at the same time.

Ever since he and Meng Ai entered the inpatient department, they had been huddled in the corridor, tacitly not daring to go in.

If you have to do something, you really can't.

Just because two gods came to the ward.

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Yu Qiao sat on the edge of the hospital bed with her waist bowed, took off her glasses with one hand and pinned it to her shirt pocket, and held Yu Hanguang's palm with the other hand, rubbing her fingertips on her son's tiger's mouth.

It's like holding fate in your hands.

"Old Yu, it's ten o'clock soon, you go to bed for a while. I'll call you when my son wakes up." Gu Shanshan had already changed her high heels, and walked around the ward in a pair of disposable slippers bought in the hospital self-service shopping machine go.

She had just packed up the sundries that were sent along with Yu Hanguang, and at the moment she was picking up the half-dried T-shirt and jeans, reaching into her pockets, and took out the soaked mobile phone and keys.

Even so, she couldn't help but cast her eyes down——

Yu Hanguang was lying on his side on the hospital bed, his legs curled up very high, his knees almost touching his lower abdomen, and his still wet temples pressed out a dark pit on the pillow.The hospital gown was slightly opened, and there were large patches of red wheals spreading from the face to the chest, which was shocking.

He was not sleeping soundly, and the other hand that was not held by Yu Qiao was lightly placed on his face, blocking the occasional rapid ups and downs of breathing.

If it wasn't for the fact that his expression was not so carefree, at this moment, he looked very much like a fetus sleeping in the womb.

Gu Shanshan put the key and mobile phone with water drops on the small cabinet beside the bed: "The doctor also said that it's fine, don't scare yourself."

Hearing this, Yu Qiao let go of her hand, stared blankly at the star capsule on the key for a moment, and covered her eyes exhaustedly.

His arms covering his eye sockets trembled uncontrollably, and the young smiling face of his late wife entered his heart, making him numb from his heart to his fingertips.

But, this numbness...why hasn't it ended?

Yu Qiao put down her palm, her eyes gradually focused, only then did she realize that in the other hand, two fingers were scratching back and forth delicately, like a pianist playing vibrato with familiarity.

The pale-faced pianist seemed to have just come back from his body, with his eyelids half-lidded, showing curiosity like a newborn baby.

Yu Qiao had a normal conditioned reflex, and quickly pulled away the slightly itchy hand.He straightened his back, and his tone was a little more serious than usual: "Are you awake?"

Yu Hanguang stared at the finger that suddenly lost its attachment, paused for a long time, his throat seemed to be blocked by phlegm, and asked in a viscous voice, "Where's mother?"

Gu Shanshan hurried to the bed, distressed and gentle: "Mom is here. Son, how are you? How do you feel?"

"It's not you..." Yu Hanguang leaned forward, frowned, and stared confusedly, "Where is my mother?"

Gu Shanshan brushed her unruly hair in embarrassment, and was about to speak again when Yu Qiao suddenly realized, interrupted: "Han Guang? Are you dreaming about your mother?"

Only then did Yu Hanguang's eyelids fully lift up reluctantly, and his pupils rolled around in his sockets for a few rounds.

The feeling of splitting headache, although it is late, it arrives.

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Warmly welcome Old Man Yu and Teacher Gu to appear on the stage, and the past events of the elderly group will also come~

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Sorry for some work matters on the weekend, I will make up some more tomorrow...