It was half an hour before Ming Yaohui arrived at the hospital.
From receiving the phone call, he kept on rushing to the hospital, so that the slightly fat he, at the moment, his forehead has been permeated with sweat. But he still seemed to be unaware of it and rushed straight to the inpatient area.
When I got off the elevator, I saw a group of people standing outside Mingkun's ward, including doctors and nurses.
Seeing Ming Yaohui, Dr. Fang hurriedly steps to meet him, wearing casual clothes rarely seen.
Obviously, like Ming Yaohui, Dr. Fang just arrived after receiving the news, and he didn't have time to change his white coat.
"How's it going? I heard that kun'er is awake? "
As he inquired, he kept walking at his feet.
Dr. Fang nodded and turned around. Then Ming Yaohui went to the ward again.
"I just got to know with my colleagues. Although master Ming has fallen asleep again, his situation is very optimistic. After a series of inspections, if there is no accident, it should be no problem."
"Well."
Although he had heard the news on the phone, he was confirmed by Dr. Fang, and Ming Yaohui's heart was still at ease.
Before they came to the ward, Dr. Fang pushed away the crowd in front of them, and Ming Yaohui went into the ward.
At the moment, the team of doctors who are treating Mingkun are all around Mingkun's hospital bed, doing the basic tests carefully, while mingyaode is sitting on the chair on one side of the hospital bed, tears filling his eyes.
"Brother."
I don't know why, now Ming Yaohui's voice is somehow choked.
Hearing his movements, Ming Yaohui raised his head slightly and gave him a complicated smile.
That smile, see the bottom of Ming Yaohui's heart also a burst of sadness.
It is a kind of emotional expression, ah, with joy, but it seems so careful, for fear that the arrival of the good news is just another empty joy.
One after another, his brother's heart has already been tortured with many scars, and even he did not dare to expect anything too early.
Because the loss after expectation is the most painful.
"Mr. Ming, now we need to give Mr. Ming a systematic examination. Please wait outside the ward."
The voice of the medical staff behind him came, and Ming Yaohui took back his deep thought.
He sighed slightly, quickly adjusted his mood, and then came forward, reached out his hand to help mingyaode.
"Brother, let's wait outside. Kun'er will be fine."
Mingyaode nodded, but his eyes stayed on Mingkun on the bed.
He was silent for a moment. After about a second or two, he got up and followed Ming Yaohui out of the ward.
It's time for lunch. The family members and medical staff of the patients come and go in the corridor, but at this moment, no matter Ming Yaohui or Ming Yaode, they are not hungry at all.
"Brother, don't worry too much. It will be OK."
After hesitating for a long time, Ming Yaohui chose to speak, but he didn't know how to comfort him.
But mingyaode shook his head, "I know, you don't have to comfort me. After so much experience, I can accept everything now."
In a word, it makes Ming Yaohui feel more guilty.
Mingyaode seems to be aware of something wrong with what he said. He slightly frowned and added.
"No matter what changes are made now, they will always be better than before, won't they?"