Chapter 1367

After listening to the nurse's words, Yan Xiaoshu's brow, which was stretched out, wrinkled again.

The nurse said it was the same as not saying it!

Mingkun doesn't matter, but I'm not sure. I still have to wait until the end of the operation to know the result.

But when will the operation end!

Unlike Yan Xiaoshu, Jiao Yang and assistant Xu, who are standing on one side, quickly catch another message in the nurse's words.

"Long term use of nerve suppressing drugs?"

"Well."

Little nurse should be, raise an eye to sweep once Jiao Yang and Xu assistant dignified facial expression, suddenly think of what, facial expression one board.

"Who are you of the patient?"

All blame this little girl, come up to frighten her a jump, also don't know who these are, disclosed the patient's condition to them.

"We are their friends."

Jiao Yang replied.

The little nurse's face was even more guarded.

"Friends? What about the family members of the patients? "

Yan Xiaoshu was about to answer when an anxious voice came from behind him.

"Here, I am the patient's family."

Turning to look at the past, I saw that Mingyao de was out of breath, and was rushing towards this side.

There was a layer of sweat on his head, and he looked worried.

Came to the front of the nurse, too late to breathe, hastened to ask.

"I'm the patient's family. My wife and son are in the first aid. How are they now? "

Now, Mingkun feign death, he wants to continue to hide, also can't hide.

At this moment, for him, what family, what money, become unimportant, he only hopes that his wife and children, can safely through the disaster.

Few times we met, mingyaode has always been a look of boundless scenery, he has a lot of temperament, and mingyaohui is different, his whole body is always with a natural noble, is worthy of the nobility, but now he, where there is a bit of nobility?

Hearing that his wife's condition was not optimistic, Dou's tears rolled down his cheek.

Along with Ming Yaode is his younger brother Ming Yaohui.

Seeing that his brother was sad and sad, he sat down on the bench in the corridor with a guilty face. He opened his mouth several times, but left a lot of sighs. He couldn't find words to comfort his brother, so he could only accompany him in silence.

……

The door of the emergency room was opened half an hour later, and then a few nurses came out, pushing the unconscious Jiao Yang.

Heavy gauze, wrapped his head more than half, 1.85 meters tall, lying on the stretcher, it was incomparably thin.

Mingyaode got up to meet him.

After the doctor confirmed that he was the patient's family member, he didn't tell Mingkun about it. Instead, he came up with a reprimand.

"Knowing that the patient has lost his memory, you don't help him get it back. Instead, you use drugs to restrain him. It's very dangerous for you to do so, do you know? It's easy to put pressure on the patient's spirit. If it goes on like this, the consequences will be unimaginable! "

"Yes, yes, doctor, I'll stop the medicine now. I'll stop it now."

On mingyaode's face, there was incomparable fear and pain, "doctor, what's the matter with my son?"

Looking at mingyaode's appearance, the doctor sighed.

"It won't be a big problem, but his spirit has been damaged. It may take a long time to recover slowly."