Ronan was first sent in, and was sent out immediately after a brain CT scan.

She was quickly transferred to the intensive care unit and continued to be hospitalized to observe the situation.

The CT image could not be taken out immediately. Fu Tingyuan went to the ward to see luonanchu.

Her face was still covered with oxygen mask. She was short of breath and frowned slightly. The cold sweat on her small face slipped down her temples. It still seemed that she was in pain.

Fu Tingyuan went to sit beside her bed, stretched out his hand and gently held her cold fingers. He lowered her eyes and looked at her still flat abdomen.

She is really too thin, three months pregnant is still thinner than ordinary people, waist is not a grip.

He looked at her for a while, only felt heartache, lowered his head, slowly put his forehead against the back of her cold hand, and took a low breath.

He really did not know how to do well. He was faced with a dilemma. His reason and emotion were seesaw. He didn't want to hurt luonanchu, but he didn't want to have any problems with this child in the future, which would make him suffer all his life.

It is irresponsible to bring an unhealthy little life into the world.

He didn't expect his offspring. He didn't realize that his defective personality gene would be passed on. But if he had no blood relationship with ronanchu, he would be happy to have a child with him.

He lowered his head and sighed softly.

The doctor gently pushed the door in and called out: "Fu Shao, the CT image of Miss Luo's brain has come out. Would you like to come and have a look? "

Fu Tingyuan raised his head and answered, then let go of Luo Nan Chu's hand, looked down at her, and then turned away.

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"CT scan, Miss Luo's right side of the brain near the memory nerve, there are obvious signs of congestion."

The doctor took the pen and pointed it out to Fu Tingyuan in the projection room.

It was a huge shadow that could be seen almost without a doctor's instructions.

"Why is there so much congestion here?"

"Miss law's skull was obviously badly injured. But because of the timely operation, most of the congestion has been removed. But it's a little strange... "

Fu Tingyuan turned his head and looked at him.

Luo Nanchu's attending doctor pointed to the shadow: "the doctors who operate on Miss Luo are very professional and skillful. Both the early operation and the later treatment are far better than the general surgical experts. However, with his professional level, he can not leave so much congestion in Miss Luo's skull cavity, which is obvious It's a sign of failure. "

When he said this, he stopped to take a nervous look at Fu Tingyuan who was sitting on the side.

The man's expression is difficult to distinguish, just lightly lifted the chin, "continue to say."

Seeing his calm face, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to analyze his conjecture with Fu Tingyuan: "the congestion is close to Miss Luo's memory nerve part, so it will cause Miss Luo's current amnesia. And the reason why she feels headache now may be that she quarrels with you and gets excited, which leads to the increase of intracranial pressure. Her brain damage has not recovered, so she will have persistent pain

Fu Tingyuan was silent for a moment, then looked at him and asked, "do you know who is the person who operated on her?"

The attending doctor shook his head: "with my current technology, I can only see that the other side is skillful in surgery. However, there are not many surgical experts like this in the world."