Chapter 115

"How is he now?" It's sunny at noon outside, but the hospital ward is full of shade. The air is full of disinfectant, which makes people feel depressed and worried.

An old man with crutches, eyes turbid to look at the ward side, old husky voice, low asked a sentence.

Accompanied by the side of the president's expression appears formal, carefully back to the way, "the temperature has come down..."

"I asked him about intracranial pressure!"

Mr. Jun suddenly sank his face and gritted his teeth to read the proper term.

Acute high intracranial pressure can lead to cerebral hemorrhage, coma, mydriasis and even life-threatening.

And usually clinical manifestations, severe headache, respiratory rhythm disorder... Migraine, they have long known, but did not expect.

... I dare to hide all of them.

The old man took back his eyes, and the strength of his right hand holding the crutch trembled a little. He asked again, "what's the success rate of the operation?"

"Dad, what are you talking about?" Suddenly, the door was pushed open. Jiang Meili looked puzzled and looked at the old man and the dean.

"Isn't Zhimu's operation finished? Is something wrong..."

The Dean wants to open his mouth to explain, but Mr. Jun's cold eyes catch a glance, and he doesn't dare to talk.

I really can't say anything about this.

"Dad, what's the matter? The attending doctor said Zhimu would get better, just temporarily in a coma..." Jiang Meili noticed something strange, and her face became anxious.

"Get out."

The old man frowned, did not look at her, coldly dropped a sentence.

Jiang Meili's expression is a little reluctant. Jun Zhimu, who is still in a coma on the bed, takes a look.

He whispered, "Dad, I know I've done something wrong before, but no matter what happened before, I'm Zhimu's mother..."

"I said, get out!" The old man glared at her with an impatient look on his face.

Jiang Meili clenched her lips. Her face was not very good-looking. She hesitated for a while. Her son was the biggest support for her for the rest of her life, so junzhimu could not have an accident.

However, she seemed to be afraid of your father, and finally half lowered her head and had to leave.

The top of his head was shining white light on the old face of Mr. Jun, showing fatigue and pain, "this matter can't be mentioned to a second person." Give the Dean a stern warning.

"I know." The dean's face was solemn and nodded.

Mr. Jun didn't stay much in the ward. He walked out with a crutch.

Dong——

"Be careful."

A bottle of injection fell to the ground.

Just in front of the ward, a nurse squatted down in a hurry to pick up a bottle of injection that had just fallen to the ground. The Dean just came out of the room and looked at the nurse in displeasure, exhorting.

The nurse seems to be a newcomer. She is timid and turns her back to them. She doesn't speak out. She just picks up the injection, quickly picks up the cart and keeps a half bent and respectful attitude.

"Push things forward and let your head nurse be responsible for it later." The Dean told her, for fear that something might go wrong with the patient inside.

As if the young nurse did not dare to look directly at the president, but nodded humbly.

The old gentleman in front of him was upset. He was not in the mood to talk to the little nurse. He urged the dean to come up with a plan as soon as possible

"Don't worry, we must do our best..."

"That's enough. Let's do something!"

Mr. Jun was in no mood to listen to these flattering words.

The nurse pushing the cart at the entrance of the ward pauses. She looks at Mr. Jun and the Dean step by step. Her eyebrows are tight and her heart is more and more uneasy.

"... what happened?" Qiao bao'er doesn't understand. Grandpa, his behavior is very strange.

She was wearing the hospital's nurse uniform, pushing a cart, looking at the door in front of her, taking a deep breath and walking slowly in.

He's in here.

I don't know if it's Qiao bao'er's illusion. She thinks that the smell of disinfectant water in this ward is very heavy, just like that of sterile ward, and the air is dead and oppressive.

The sound of the instruments in the ward was ringing, and the data displayed by the instrument was flashing. She approached the hospital bed step by step. She hadn't seen him for several days.

Before he was very healthy, he could easily hold her

The guilt in her heart expanded little by little. When her eyes touched the familiar and cold face, she froze.

Jun Zhimu's face was very weak and pale. He lay down quietly with his eyes closed, and his body was connected by many thin wires. He monitored his condition.

"Junzhimu..." she stood at the head of the bed, bowed her head, and her eyes filled with emotion.

"Jun Zhimu, wake up quickly..."

She didn't dare to get too close to him. There were bodyguards outside the door looking at him. She secretly stretched out her hand and couldn't help touching his cold big palm and holding it tightly. "Junzhimu, I'm Qiao Baoer."

Junzhimu, I'm worried about you

Looking at his cold face, a strong man like junzhimu is so weak now. His eyes are unreasonably red and his lips are clenched. He wants to shout some words.

"Jun Zhi mu, wake up quickly, I miss you very much..." words to lips, canthus of eyes a little moist.

Bang——

"The shepherd of the land!"

Suddenly behind came a shout, this let Qiao Baoer expression surprised, don't know out of what emotion, she immediately took back the hand.

"Are you the nurse who came to change the injection?"

This female voice sounds very clear, the other side has quickly walked to her side, expression some thinking, "you go out first, he now this bottle is not finished, I'll call you later."

Qiao bao'er doesn't know how to answer. She doesn't want to leave so soon.

"Zhimu, you've been sleeping for several days. The business of the group is waiting for you. Wake up quickly. They can't bear me and Qinan."

The other side went to the other side of the bed. She picked up some wet cotton sticks on the counter and gently moistened Jun Zhimu's dry lips. Her voice was natural, as if they were very stable.

"Zhimu, we all need you. You can't be lazy any more." She continued, her voice smiling, as if chatting with the man in the hospital bed.

Her words, let Qiao Baoer not from ground look at her.

Who is she?

This woman's skin is white, and she is dressed in a black, clean and expensive short dress. She has a long head, a mature woman's face and no spare jewelry. She looks energetic, capable and smart.

"You're not a nurse here?"

She was really smart, and soon noticed that Qiao bao'er's appearance was different from the picture of the little business card on her nurse's uniform.

"Who are you?"

This, the other side immediately alert up, quickly stand up straight body, protect in front of the bed.

"I, I am..." Qiao bao'er looked at her and didn't know how to speak for a moment.

"Bodyguards come in --"

I don't know who you are, but you'd better leave at once Her words were cold and her eyes were sharp.

"This woman pretends to be a nurse and sneaks in. Take her down and find out what she came from..."

Looking at their repulsive eyes, Qiao bao'er became nervous and began to explain, "I am..."

"... she, she's my wife."