Chapter 323

Hearing Li Qinghui say so, he Yaoshi frowned and confirmed again, "life... Picked it up?"

Li Qinghui nodded, "picked it up."

He Yaoshi's eyes were suddenly wet. He took a long breath, pulled Li Qinghui's hand and held it hard.

"Thank you, Qinghui. I know you have paid a lot for this... Thank you!"

Li Qinghui felt that his hand bones were about to be crushed by he Yaoshi, but he also knew that he Yaoshi had a very good relationship with Zong Mingzhe. Since Zong Mingzhe's accident, he Yaoshi had to be busy with all kinds of people and things. He loves Zong Mingzhe more than others, but he has to face it stronger and more rationally than others.

Li Qinghui's admiration for he Yaoshi is incomparable. I'm afraid no one can be like he Yaoshi if this kind of thing is put on others.

"Captain he, I'm a doctor. Saving Zong Mingzhe is what I can do. You don't have to thank me."

Then he asked he Yaoshi, "Xuelan, where the hell has she gone?"

He Yaoshi looked down for a moment, shook his head and said to Li Qinghui, "I can't tell you this. I also hope you don't ask fengxuelan."

Li Qinghui was surprised and curious, but he Yaoshi's serious eyes clearly said that the matter was very serious.

No matter how curious, Li Qinghui also understood that some things could not be asked like this.

He stubbornly stayed here for most of the night and sat by the bed staring at the wind and snow. He felt bad and tried to analyze what might happen with his clever mind. But what he saw on the plane was beyond his imagination. He couldn't think of anything that could make the wind and snow billows look like that.

Covered with blood... Unless she climbed out of the dead

When the early morning sun passed through the window, the wind and snow slowly opened their eyes.

She looked blankly at the strange ceiling and didn't know where she had come.

Turning around, I found a man lying beside her

Feng Xuelan's mind played back the situation before she fainted like a movie. In retrospect, in the end, she suddenly opened her eyes, turned over from the bed and ran out.

Li Qinghui was awakened and hurried to catch up with her.

"Xuelan! Xuelan! Where are you going!"

Feng Xuelan suddenly turned back and found that the person holding her was Li Qinghui. She hurriedly grabbed Li Qinghui's arm, eagerly opened her mouth and made a hoarse voice.

"Mingzhe, is he awake?"

Li Qinghui nodded hard, "he's awake!"

Feng Xuelan's eyes suddenly flashed a light. She was afraid it was false and asked again, "did he really wake up?"

"Really! He really woke up!" Li Qinghui frowned and said to Feng Xuelan, "I promised you would cure him. I did it! I really did it!"

Feng Xuelan's eyes were filled with tears again, and his heart was filled with unspeakable joy.

"Thank you! Leave the doctor, thank you... Thank you..."

Li Qinghui's eyes also burst into tears. He stretched out his hand to smooth the disordered hair on the wind and snow Lan's forehead, smiled bitterly and whispered, "you see, I have saved Zong Mingzhe for you. From today on, don't call me away from the doctor, call me Qinghui, OK?"

Feng Xuelan nodded hard, but what he said was still countless "thank you".

At this time, mother he heard the sound and came out to see the scene. She hurried to take Feng Xuelan's hand and said painfully, "Why are you crying again? Xuelan, what do you think? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Feng Xuelan looked at his mother in surprise. It took him a long time to react and found that he was at he Yaoshi's home.

Looking down, I was wearing the pajamas left by Hengheng's mother. My injuries were all wrapped up and the blood was gone

Mother he took Feng Xuelan and said to her, "anyway, Mingzhe can't go anywhere else when he is lying in the hospital. Take a bath, eat something, dress up, and then let doctor Li take him with us."

Feng Xuelan shook her head. She didn't want to dress up or eat. She wanted to see Zong Mingzhe now.

But his mother pretended to be angry, "obedient!" then she pushed her into the bathroom, rolled up her sleeves, washed her hair and washed her back.

Feng Xuelan is not used to being taken care of like this, but his mother takes it for granted.

They washed it out, and father he and Yao Shi He had already arranged breakfast.

Feng Xuelan reluctantly ate two mouthfuls, but his heart was as anxious as being cooked with oil.

Finally, after dinner, he Yaoshi took out a set of clothes left by Hengheng's mother and asked Feng Xuelan to change them. When she changed them, several people drove to the hospital.

Back to this place, I still have hope in my heart. Feng Xuelan feels like a dream.

Put on special clothes, she followed Li Qinghui slowly into the intensive care unit. Looking at Zong Mingzhe lying in bed, Feng Xuelan's heart was shaking.

Aren't his eyes still closed?

With the permission of Li Qinghui, she carefully whispered

"Mingzhe... Mingzhe?"

No response.

She took a deep breath and made a trembling voice again.

"Mingzhe..."

Then, she saw that Zong Mingzhe's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes!

It's true!

He's really awake!

The heavy stone in Feng Xuelan's heart seemed to be pulled open all at once, and her tears blurred her vision. She quickly turned her head to dry her tears, then turned back and squeezed out a smile.

Zong Mingzhe looked at her face and his eyes flashed. He tried to raise his hand, as if he wanted to touch her, but he couldn't get rid of the instrument he was holding.

Li Qinghui hurried over, pressed his hand back to the bed and whispered, "don't move."

He could not move his hands or speak. Zong Mingzhe could only look at the wind and snow.

Feng Xuelan squatted down, carefully printed a kiss on the back of his hand, then looked up, and saw a satisfied smile in his eyes.

He really came back

The visit ended soon. In order not to affect Zong Mingzhe's rest and recovery, Feng Xuelan had to reluctantly follow Li Qinghui out of the intensive care unit.

Those players around the outside looked forward to them. Feng Xuelan said to them, "he can recognize me. It looks good."

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

When the others knew the good news, they all left. Li Qinghui was also called away by the people in the hospital. At the door of the intensive care unit, only Feng Xuelan and he Yaoshi were left.

He Yaoshi took out the exquisite pen from his arms and handed it to Feng Xuelan.