When Liang Xitong and Zhao Muxin came back, the door of the operating room was still tightly closed.
Ning Huan sits on the chair between Zhao Qingke and Tan Huiru, slightly closing his eyes and leaning against the wall.
The light hit her face, which made her face very white.
Liang Xitong took the porridge on his hand and said, "Ning Huan, it's more than seven o'clock. Have some porridge."
Ning Huan, leaning against the wall, opened his eyes slightly at this time. His eyes fell on Liang Xitong's face: "Tongtong, I can't eat it."
Now she seems to have been drained of her strength. It's hard to say a word, let alone porridge.
Liang Xitong took a look at Tan Huiru on one side. Tan Huiru reached out and took the packed porridge from her hand: "give it to me."
"Ning Huan, even if you don't want to eat, you have to eat something. You look like this. When you wake up, you fall down. What should you do?"
Tan Huiru said as she opened the porridge lid.
Ning Huan moved and reached for it: "I'll come, aunt."
She can't let Tan Huiru feed her.
"Would you like some water first?"
Ning Huan shook his head, this took porridge and spoon just stirred, the door of the operating room suddenly opened.
She didn't have time to think so much. She put the porridge on the spot and ran over: "doctor, how's my husband?"
"The operation was successful, but the patient hasn't recovered yet. He has congestion in his brain. It depends on whether the patient can wake up in the next 48 hours."
"Ning Huan!"
Zhao Muxin reached out to support her. Ning Huan recovered at this time. She stood up and waved her hand: "I'm ok."
Soon, Shen Shiyuan was pushed out by the nurse.
Ning Huan saw Shen Shiyuan for the first time. He was lying on the hospital bed, covered with tubes and gauze. There were bloodstains everywhere. It was very shocking to see him.
She stood there, feeling that the whole person was ignorant. Until Zhao Muxin called her, Ning Huan quickly ran after her.
Shen Shiyuan was transferred to ICU, which means the danger has not been relieved.
Ning Huan is stopped at the door of the ICU, and can only look at Shen Shiyuan through the window.
Her head was blank, she could not speak, and she could not hear what the people in her ears were saying to her.
"Ning Huan!"
Zhao Muxin felt the weight on her hand. She was surprised and called out.
One side of Liang Xitong reaction, stretched out his hand to pull Ning Huan, Ning Huan and Zhao Muxin two talents not to fall on the ground.
But when Liang Xitong pulls Ning Huan to himself, he finds that Ning Huan's eyes are closed quietly, and the whole strength of the person depends on her.
"Muxin, call the nurse! Ning Huan fainted
Tan Huiru rushed forward: "I'll help you."
Zhao Qing can also go to Ninghuan's back, holding her waist, the nurse quickly dragged the bed over, Ninghuan was two nurses to the bed, sent to the emergency room oxygen.
"I'm guarding a yuan, Mr. Zhao. Go and watch Ning Huan with them."
Tan Huiru let go and went back.
A group of people followed Ning Huan into the emergency room, the doctor came: "what's the patient's condition?"
"I've been pregnant for more than five months. I fainted just now."
The doctor nodded, turned Ning Huan's eyes and did other examinations: "don't worry, it's just a faint. After a while, the patient will wake up on his own. But the patient is pregnant, pay attention to the patient's mood
Zhao Qingke nodded: "thank you, doctor."
This evening is destined to be a restless one.
Zhao Muxin and Liang Xitong looked at each other. Liang Xitong came forward and patted Zhao Qingke: "Mr. Zhao, I'd rather stay here. Go and have something to eat with aunt tan."
Zhao Muxin also said, "I'll go up to Shen Shiyuan."
With that, she went upstairs to ICU.
The corridor outside the ICU ward is very quiet. Except for a nurse station not far away, there are basically no people. There are two rows of chairs at the door. Tan Huiru is sitting outside.
Zhao Muxin went up to her side, slightly bent down, patted Tan Huiru: "aunt Tan, I'm here to watch, you and Zhao teacher to eat something."
Tan Huiru looked up at her and nodded.
Zhao Muxin and Lu Zhaoran had little knowledge about their affairs. She wanted to find an opportunity to have a good chat with Zhao Muxin, but she didn't want to meet again. It was under such circumstances.
At this time, she was not in the mood to take charge of Lu Zhaoran's affairs.
Tan Huiru patted Zhao Muxin's hand: "it's hard for you."
"If aunt is not there."
It began to be cold at night. It's more than 8 o'clock now.
It wasn't dark when Zhao Muxin received the call. She didn't wear many jeans and board shoes. She only had a simple T-shirt on her upper body and a thin windbreaker on the outside.She didn't feel cold before. Now she is the only one outside the ward. Zhao Muxin feels a little cold.
She had to hold her arms and bury her head in her knees, which could only relieve the chill.
The open corridor, the sound of footsteps is very obvious.
The sound of the shoes banging on the floor, Zhao Muxin subconsciously raised his head.
Just looked up, she on the pair of cold black eyes.
She blinked a little, lowered her eyelids and turned away.
Neither of them spoke, as if Zhao Muxin was the only one here.
Lu Zhaoran sat down in the row of chairs opposite her. Zhao Muxin covered her face with her hands, blocking all her expressions and her own sight.
Now this kind of situation, in fact, she is not suitable to meet Lu Zhaoran, but there is no way, accidents always come quietly.
No one knows that something will happen to Shen Shiyuan suddenly, and she will not think that Lu Zhaoran, who has left, will come back at this time.
At 9 p.m., the nurses changed shifts, the corridor was quieter, and Zhao Muxin was colder.
The light and shadow on the outside of her fingers shook. Zhao Muxin didn't take her hand away. She listened to the footsteps and thought Lu Zhaoran was ready to leave, but she didn't want to be covered by a coat.
Zhao Muxin took his hands off his face and looked up at him: "I'm not cold. Thank you, Mr. Lu."
There was no expression on her face, and she said it with a polite smile.
Lu Zhaoran didn't move. He went back to his position and sat down.
Zhao Muxin looked at him, holding the suit coat more and more tightly.
In the end, she was defeated by the sudden drop of temperature that night and put her suit between her legs.
"How is ah yuan?"
The man's voice suddenly rang, Zhao Muxin Leng for a while, after a while, she just reflected that Lu Zhaoran was asking himself.
She pursed her lower lip and repeated what the doctor said.
He did not speak any more. Zhao Muxin bit his lower lip and asked, "is it an accident?"
The man's originally closed eyes slowly opened, and her eyes fell on her. Zhao Muxin regretted that he had just impulsively opened his mouth.
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