Chapter 1612

But after all, Yan Xiaoshu opened his lips several times, looked at Jiao Yang and Ming Yaohui sitting in front of him, and swallowed what he said.

She didn't organize any language well and didn't know what to say, so she went all the way to the hotel.

When Yan Xiaoshu was sent to her room, Mrs. Yan opened her mouth first.

"Xiaoshu, you go to your room first and have a rest. Mr. Ming, Jiao Yang and I will talk about something."

"But, ma..."

At the moment, Yan Xiaoshu's heart beats fast and looks at Mrs. Yan with praying eyes. Obviously, she doesn't want to miss the meeting.

However, Mrs. Yan was not moved at all. Her eyes sank. When she opened her mouth, she said, "be obedient."

Let Yan Xiaoshu have no way to refuse.

The waiting time is long and hard, sitting in the big bed of the room, although tired, also can't calm down to rest.

She didn't even change her clothes, and on her feet were the plush shoes she had worn when she came.

In the national capital, where the latitude is relatively low and the temperature hovers between ten and twenty degrees, especially in the warm rooms of high-end hotels, these shoes are obviously too heavy and uncomfortable to wear, but Yan Xiaoshu obviously can't care about these.

She was thinking about what her mother, brother Jiao Yang and Mr. Ming were saying in the other room.

She knows that her mother loves her, but this love can make her mother promise to accompany her back to the capital, and also can make her mother insist against her and Mingkun together.

After all, although Mingkun's condition has not deteriorated, it is already quite bad, isn't it?

It's not that she didn't want to eavesdrop, but when she opened the door, there was no one in the corridor outside. In such a big hotel, she didn't know where her mother and brother Jiao Yang were.

And the high-end hotel almost perfect sound insulation, can't hear any sound outside.

Yan Xiaoshu, who never believed in God, prayed silently at the bottom of his heart.

Pray to God, or other gods, to bless Mingkun better, to bless her this bitter love, to have a not too bad result.

……

Next door to Yan Xiaoshu, in such a large luxury suite, Mrs. Yan, Jiao Yang and Ming Yaohui sit opposite each other.

The super high ceiling and luxurious room layout are not enough to dilute the heavy dullness in the air at the moment.

In this way, the three were silent for five minutes before they were broken by a regular knock on the door.

"In."

Jiao Yang opens his mouth.

Next, the door was opened. It was Wen assistant. Behind him was a thin man with eyes.

It's no one else. It's Mingkun's doctor in charge.

He took off his white coat and looked tired.

"Mrs. Yan, Mr. Jiao, President Ming."

Politely and three people one by one said hello, and in Ming Yaohui's extended hand light grip, just in each other's invitation seat.

"Aunt, this is Dr. Fang, Mingkun's chief doctor."

Jiao Yang introduced, and then turned his head.

"Dr. Fang, tell us about Mingkun's current situation."

Doctor Fang nodded, but did not speak immediately. He seemed to ponder for a moment, and then there was a heavy sigh.

Without opening her mouth, Mrs. Yan's heart sank.

Then he said.

"All the body functions are normal, but the patient has no sign of awakening."