Chapter 204

After putting all the instruments on Song Yu, the doctor came out of the ward.

"Doctor, what's the patient like now?" Huo Qingchuan asked.

"It needs to be observed." The doctor simply replied, and then wrote some data in a book and handed it to the nurses nearby.

"Is the problem serious?" Huo Qingchuan asked again.

The doctor looked at him and then looked at me, "it's serious if it's serious, and it's not serious if it's not serious. As I said just now, it's a matter of probability."

"We don't understand medicine. Please tell us more about it." In this case, only Huo Qingchuan can calm down.

"In short," the doctor patiently explained to us, "it's just to see when the patient wakes up. If he wakes up, then he has a better chance of recovery."

"When will he wake up?" I cut in anxiously.

"We can't guarantee that either." The doctor shrugged, "I've arranged for special nurses to come and observe at any time. If you are not family members, I suggest you contact the family members of the patients as soon as possible."

Leave a word that sounds heartless, and the doctor leaves.

"There's no choice but to wait for Song Yu to wake up." Huo Qingchuan said.

At this time, the little nurse who was arranged to observe Song Yu at any time came out of the ward and looked at us.

"Are you friends of the patient?" She asked.

I nodded. "Nurse, is he OK?"

Care is chaos, clearly before the doctor has given an explanation, but I still want to ask for an answer I want.

"It depends on when he wakes up." The nurse is as like as two peas. The doctor answers the question. "You can rest assured, I will tell you when the patient comes to."

"It seems that's the only way." Huo Qingchuan said,

"I'm going to stay here." I can't accept their idea of delaying time in my heart. I stubbornly want to guard Song Yu until he wakes up.

"Late, even if you stay here, Song Yu won't wake up because of you." Huo Qingchuan said on one side.

"Then I'll stay," I said stubbornly, "or I'll have trouble sleeping and eating when I go back."

Then I realized that my decision seemed to be a bit arbitrary. I turned to Huo Qingchuan and Yan Yan, "sorry, Song Yu has only one relative in this city. Before uncle song comes, I will take care of him."

Huo Qingchuan did not mind, "I understand your mood, since you want to stay here, in case he wakes up also have a care."

I appreciate his understanding, squatting down and looking at my daughter, "Yan Yan, my mother is here to take care of my little uncle. Would you like to go back with my father?"

The daughter nodded wisely, "Mom, will my little uncle come to our house?"

"Yes," I said, touching my daughter's face, "my little uncle is going to sleep with Yan Yan."

"Will Yan Yan come to see my uncle tomorrow?" Said the daughter.

"Well, good." I said.

After a few words of advice, Huo Qingchuan left with Yan Yan.

Deng Tingting stayed with me. Even though they are just friends now, I know how much she likes Song Yu.

The fluctuation of Song Yu's heart rate on the electrocardiograph tends to be stable. We are allowed to visit.

For fear of disturbing him, Deng Tingting and I came to Song Yu's bed carefully. Close look at him, his face is still pale, just a little better than before, now he is fragile as if fragile vase.

Vigil is extremely hard work. Deng Tingting and I discussed taking turns to take care of him.

Time went by, and soon it was evening.

Deng Tingting has fallen asleep on one side of Song Yu's bed, but I didn't feel sleepy.

In the evening, the nurse came to check the data and told me to pay attention to my body.

I smile at her. As long as Song Yu is OK, it doesn't matter if I'm tired.

The long night has finally passed, and I don't know when I will sleep.

In my sleep, I only felt that someone was pulling my hand. I thought it was Deng Tingting who woke up and raised her hazy face. Only then did I find that the owner of the hand was wearing a blue and white suit.

It was Song Yu who woke up. When I realized this problem, I made some big moves.

Song Yu thin pale fingers on my hand, he turned to look at me, because of the oxygen mask reason can not see all his expression, but from his eyes I arrived at a little peace of mind.

"You wake up!" I couldn't help shouting.

My shouts also startled Deng Tingting, her sleepy face also wake up.

"I'll call the doctor now!" Deng Tingting ran out excitedly, because she was worried and almost tripped over the door frame of the ward.

I hold Song Yu's hand, look at his smiling eyes, instantly feel like crying.

Song Yu's mouth moved, like saying something, but he couldn't hear clearly because of the oxygen mask.

The doctors and nurses soon arrived. I consciously let the position in front of the bed out, and then left far away to give the doctor enough room for further consultation.

He took all kinds of instruments to measure Song Yu's body. After 20 minutes, the doctor took down the stethoscope.

"How's it going?" Now that Song Yu is awake, there should be no problem.

For the first time, I saw a relaxed expression on the serious doctor's face. "It's a little miracle. His condition is stable."

Joy comes from the heart. I almost called it out.

And Deng Tingting called out directly, with tears on her face.

"In an hour, the patient will be transferred to a single ward, and the oxygen mask can be removed." The doctor said to the nurse behind him.

"I understand." The nurse in charge of Song Yu replied.

After nearly 20 hours, my heart was finally relaxed, and I felt very relaxed.

I came to the ward, called Huo Qingchuan, told him the situation of Song Yu, his side is also relieved, said at noon with Yan Yan to visit.

Hang up the phone, I think of Uncle song, must inform him, don't let the old people worry too much.

After talking with Uncle song, I learned that he had come to a city immediately since he received the notice yesterday. Now he is on his way to the hospital. I told uncle Song Yu about Song Yu. The old man wept with joy.

Maybe we can't feel the affection of loving our son.

An hour later, Song Yu was transferred to the single ward. Although there were still many monitoring instruments, at least he didn't use the oxygen mask, which only the critically ill could use, which proved that he was really out of danger.

On the way out of the intensive care unit, Song Yu was lying on the stretcher with a smile. It seemed that he was not the one who was unconscious just now.

After staying up all night, now Song Yu is OK. I asked Deng Tingting to take a bath and change her clothes. She stayed here waiting for uncle song to come.

When the nurse skillfully fixed the things for Song Yu, I sat on his bed and said the first words since yesterday.

"You scared the hell out of me." Looking at him in addition to the face is still pale, with no different smile, I said some complain.

"Oh, I didn't expect to get sick once in a while, and this welfare. Did I spend the night alone with two beauties?" Song Yu is still not serious.

I gave him a white look. "You're still joking at this time. Do you know how scary you were yesterday?" But at this time, I can't beat him or scold him. I can only express my dissatisfaction with my eyes.

"Of course I don't know. I've passed out. How can I know?" Song Yu said in an innocent tone, and then he raised his eyebrows, "did you really stay with me all night?"

"Tingting and I guarded together," I answered him, and then I thought of yesterday, "I heard that you had a sudden attack yesterday. What's the matter?"

Song Yu shrugged with a lying posture, "I don't know. It used to happen before. I guess it's a disease. You're making a fuss."

"How can it be a fuss?" I hate his indifferent attitude towards his body. "I've told you many times that you must take good care of your body."

Song Yu suddenly frowned, a painful expression, I immediately nervous.

"What's the matter? What's wrong?" I even stood up. If he said something was wrong, I'll call the doctor right away.

"No," Song Yu said with a smile, "I'm just telling you that I'm sick now. Don't scold me all the time. It will stimulate me."

······Well, I really have nothing to do with him.

"You know how to run on me," I sat down again. "When Uncle song comes, I see how arrogant you are."

"You said my dad was coming?" Song Yu's tone changed, "did you tell him?"

I have a strong sense, "you were like that yesterday, how dare I not tell Uncle song, in case you... I don't want to say the words behind it.".

"You really make a mountain out of a molehill," Song Yu sighed. "This little thing makes the old people run from such a long distance. Do you want to go?"

"I repeat," I stare at Song Yu, "it's no small matter!"

"Yes," Song Yu was defeated by my stubbornness, "what you said is all right, all right."

"But how are you feeling now? Are you still suffering?" I tucked him in.

"Now," Song Yu seems to have a special feeling, "that is, the heart is stuffy. I can't say whether it's uncomfortable or not."

"Oh," I thought, "are you hungry?"

Song Yu hasn't eaten since yesterday. He must be hungry.

"It's kind of you to say that," Song Yu said. "I'd like to eat your cooking."

"No way," I resolutely refused him, "just the doctor told you, you can't enter the normal food, need to eat the food with the hospital."

"What?" Song Yu's expression immediately changed, "did you let me eat something as bad as the hospital?"

"It's not me who let you eat," the young master said. He was too headstrong for ordinary people. "It's the doctor who let you eat. In this situation, you'd better listen to the doctor."

Song Yu sighed, "what's the reason? Originally I was a patient, and I was already a vulnerable group. Now I can't even make my own decisions about food?"

"Yes, you can't make your own decisions." I said.

"So I don't like being in hospital. It's like being in prison." Song Yu said plaintively.

"Then get better quickly." I patted his quilt and said.