C273 When he woke up, he would not be able to see them.

When he wakes up, he won't be able to see anyone.

Xiao Yan stayed in the Intensive Care Unit for three days, and there were no signs of him waking up at all.

Qiao Mo waited night and day. Even though she was eight months pregnant, she stood guard outside the Intensive Care Unit room, never leaving.

For the first three days of intensive care, doctors did not recommend or permit family members to visit, as it would disturb the patient's recovery.

Qiao Mo kept quiet and waited calmly.

Feng Che and Zhao Qian were a little shocked. Qiao Mo was only a woman, but after losing her mother Lu Hailan, she had to continue facing the possibility of losing her husband.

She was soft and strong.

Feng Che bought a midnight snack and brought over a box of warm osmanthus flowers and a cup of warm milk.

"Xiaoxiao, eat some."

These few days, Xiao Yan went from the operation table to the Intensive Care unit, naturally, he was not in the mood to eat.

He had originally been raised to be a bit fatter, but in the past few days, he suddenly became thinner.

Qiao Mo did not refuse, she knew very clearly that she could not fall down at this moment.

She looked at Gui Hua Yuan Xiao in the bowl and suddenly smiled.

Feng Che frowned and looked at her suspiciously.

At this time, he heard Qiao Mo speak softly: "When mother left, I didn't even see her one last time. Ah Yan was sick for so long, I didn't know anything, he did so much for me, he even thought of a reason to let me live, and I kept complaining that he didn't love me enough. "Brother, am I living too poorly?"

Why did those she loved, and those she loved, all want to leave her?

Father is like this, Uncle Qiao is like this, Mother is like this, now … Even Xiao Yan was one of them.

These past few days, Qiao Mo had not shed a single tear, but at this moment, Feng Che saw from the side that within Qiao Mo's eyes that was covered by her long hair, a tear fell into a bowl.

Feng Che lifted the hair at her ear, stroked her head, and said in a mute comforting voice: "All of this has nothing to do with you. It's because they love you too much, so they don't want you to worry. What they did was not to make you blame yourself, but to hope. You can live well. "

Qiao Mo took a deep breath, held the bowl in her hands, and used a spoon to take a bite.

"Xiaoxiao, even if it's for your child and Xiao Yan, you have to be strong."

Qiao Mo bit her lips and nodded strongly.

That's right, if she wasn't strong enough at this time, what would Xiao Yan do?

Xiao Yan still needed her care, and so did the child.

"Ah Yan has always taken care of me in the past. It was not easy to get an opportunity to take care of him, so how can I fall down?"

Feng Che was slightly startled in his heart, "Xiaoxiao, whether or not in the end, Xiao Yan …"

Feng Che paused for a moment, and continued: "This brother only begs you for one thing, no matter what Xiao Yan does in the end, this brother will hope … You can live well. "

Qiao Mo turned her head, and stared deeply at the bottom of Feng Che's eyes. She held back her tears, as if they had reached their limit, or perhaps it was because she finally heard the words regarding Xiao Yan's condition that made Qiao Mo's tense little face completely collapse. She threw her head into Feng Che's embrace and sobbed without a sound.

She couldn't just watch as Xiao Yan passed away, watch as he left her, and see if there was any way to save him.

But she knew, if Xiao Yan really did not exist in this world, then what was the point of her living in this world?

In this world, it was true that no one could survive.

But there would never be so much happiness again.

Those people who were able to calmly speak these words had absolutely never experienced true love, much less experienced the eternal separation between life and death.

Qiao Mo leaned into Feng Che's embrace and said hoarsely: "I remember Ah Yan saying that he met Souls.

The chance of having a mate is really low. I thought that I had met him and that we would at least be together for the next fifty years. But now … Even if it's just five minutes, I think it's luxurious. Brother... Do you think Ah Yan can still wake up? "

Feng Che patted her shoulder as he consoled her with a sigh, "I had always thought that when you and Xiao Yan were together, it was completely passive and even the party that was threatened.

mate, a few years ago, when you left Hai City for New York, Xiao Yan followed you all the way to New York. At that time, he even repeatedly told me to take good care of you. A few years later, after he chose to give up on you, he still told me not to tell you the truth. Actually, I already found out clearly that the death of my mother had nothing to do with him, but Xiao Yan chose to let your misunderstanding continue. He was the one who understood you the best. If you know the truth, you will definitely stay by his side and not leave. "

Qiao Mo laughed bitterly, "However, he did not improve at all a few years ago and a few years later. Why should he make such a selfish decision for me? I just want to stay by his side. Even if he dies tomorrow or even tonight, I want my entire life to live under the title of 'Mrs. Xiao'. "

"You and Xiao Yan, are both the ones who understand each other the best. Xiao Yan would rather you misunderstand him and hate him than to tell you the truth. But what about you? Xiao Xiao, I didn't want you to be with Xiao Yan in the past because you are my sister and I don't want you to suffer. Xiao Yan is too shrewd. He has lived for more than thirty years and has schemed for more than thirty years. I have often been afraid, but he has also schemed against you. But now, I hope you have a good ending. "

Qiao Mo bit her lip, and let out a choked sound. Her smile turned pale yet held a trace of warmth, "He set me up, I have dedicated my entire life to him, there's no turning back now."

No matter how many calculations he had, it was still not enough to win against a simple heart.

Xiao Yan's only bargaining chip was that he was willing to bet everything on her, including his life which was in danger.

However, fate seemed to control all of them. With a single flick of a finger, all of the blessings that followed the path they were following instantly vanished into thin air.

Qiao Mo leaned against Feng Che's shoulder, and her gaze was fixated on that man lying on the sickbed in the Intensive Care Unit which was separated by a sheet of glass. She muttered to herself, "I'm most afraid that Ah Yan would want to see me when he wakes up, but I'm not here, so I won't be able to see him one last time. Mother is like this, I cannot let Ah Yan be like this. "

That was why, at this very moment, she was resolutely guarding this place.

Her hand rested on her bulging belly. She was here with her child, waiting for him to wake up.

… ….

On the fourth day of Xiao Yan's stay in the Intensive Care Unit, the doctors allowed his family to visit him for half an hour.

Wearing a sterile robe, mask and gloves, Qiao Mo entered the Intensive Care Unit.

She sat down beside him, took off her gloves, and held his hand, which was so pale it was bloodless, under the covers.

Xiao Yan's hands, were slender and beautiful, if not in business, he might have become a top-notch pianist.

Qiao Mo leaned over, leaned on his side, and whispered into his ear. "The child and I are waiting for you to wake up, how much longer are you going to sleep? "If you sleep too long, Baby and I won't forgive you …"

Qiao Mo was silent for a while, the thousands of words stuck in her throat, she silently watched his sleeping face, her fingers gently caressing his face, describing her facial features in detail.

Finally, his index finger rested lovingly on his thin lips.

Qiao Mo lowered her head and kissed his face, "I'm waiting for you to wake up. Ah Yan, did you hear me?"

Qiao Mo was a gentle wife, she had always been so.

Xiao Yan was strong, tyrannical, and arrogant, but Qiao Mo was the opposite of him — gentle, soft, and warm.

But Xiao Yan was also exquisite and considerate, Qiao Mo was strong and stubborn.

Qiao Mo pulled open the center of his palm, and in the center of his palm, her forefinger gently drew out a word, one stroke at a time.

It was as though she had secretly done something mysterious. After she finished writing it, she even closed the palm of his hand.

She smiled, "The doctor said that I can only come see you for half an hour every day. I can't stay by your side twenty-four hours a day, but now, I have written the word 'silence' in your hand. You better hold it tight." I don't think I asked you for anything. I have something I want to ask of you right now. "

She looked at the unmoving and quiet man on the sickbed and smiled lightly, "Ah Yan, can you wake up quickly? Although you've only slept less than four days, it seems to me that you've slept longer than four years. "You can't sleep anymore, because …"

Her eyes reddened and she lowered her voice even more as she whispered into his ear, "Because … Zi Xi and Zi Wang are going to be born soon, they are still waiting for Father to cut their umbilical cord. "

Soon, half an hour had passed.

The nurse came over to remind him, "Mrs. Xiao, it's time to visit you."

Qiao Mo nodded, then said to Xiao Yan: "Half an hour passed really quickly. Ah Yan, I want to leave, I'll come see you tomorrow. However... "Rest assured, I will always guard you."

… ….

After Qiao Mo left, the man on the sickbed in the Intensive Care Unit held onto the sensor's finger and moved it subtly.

… ….

Qiao Mo would come to visit every day during the half an hour that the Intensive Care Unit was open for business.

She sat by the sickbed and talked to Xiao Yan. Even if she didn't talk for half an hour, she would still focus on him.

Xiao Yan woke up on the seventh day in the Intensive Care Unit.

Qiao Mo stood outside the Intensive Care Unit and stopped in her tracks, not daring to go in.

Feng Che stood at the door and frowned: "Xiao Xiao, why aren't you going in?"

As if she couldn't believe it, Qiao Mo opened her lips in hesitation, and only after a long while did she speak, "Ah … Ah Yan, are you really awake? "

Feng Che couldn't help but laugh as he ruffled her hair, "Silly girl, wouldn't you know if you go in and take a look?"

But Qiao Mo still did not move.

Feng Che felt suspicious, "Why are you still not going in?"

Qiao Mo bit her lips, her eyes red. "I'm afraid that when I see Ah Yan, I will not be able to hold back and cry."

She didn't dare to go in, afraid that she would see Ah Yan's weak and bloodless appearance. She didn't dare to go in, afraid that she wouldn't be able to control herself and fall into Ah Yan's embrace, crying like a child. She didn't dare go in, afraid of Ah Yan … Push her away.