Huang Ling heard that the whole person was fainting for a while.
She glared at Song’s worry-free arm and looked at Gu Yu with disbelief: "Really?!"
Is he really out of danger?
Song Wu worry is also happy with this answer.
Gu Yu nodded: "Well, although out of danger, the situation is still very serious, and it is still being treated in the intensive care unit."
"It doesn't matter..." As long as he doesn't die, no matter what department he is treating, Huang Ling feels it doesn't matter.
"What about Dr. Fei?" Song asked without worry.
"He just got me back from the UK and didn't take a break. I was called here and I had more than four hours of difficult surgery. He is now tired and resting."
"You are tired too? You go back to rest, I accompany Huang Ling to see Mobson."
Gu Yu nodded. "Well. Don't be too tired."
Song Wuxi nodded: "I know."
She is a pregnant woman and pays attention to her schedule.
The intensive care unit, Brenda and Lost old man are there.
Seeing Huang Ling came, Brenda hurriedly came to the scene. She stepped forward and took Song Wu’s hand and took Huang Ling’s hand. She said with surprise: “Huang Ling, the doctor said, Sensen has no brain death! No brain death! He is only seriously injured in the brain and can be treated well!"
Huang Ling’s tears were not controlled by her. The big grain fell down. She cried for a while and laughed. “Mummy, I know, I know! He’s fine!”
"Stupid child, don't cry." The wind blew her tears, and Brenda was infected, and she also shed tears.
She helped Huang Ling wipe her tears and cried and said: "You are all a mother, and everything must be thought of for the child."
Huang Ling listened and tried to stop her tears.
"Mummy, I am excited to cry."
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a week later.
Morrison's injury has finally stabilized, and no longer has a high fever on and off. Sometimes the doctor is scared to death in the middle of the night.
He has been transferred from the intensive care unit and transferred to the VIP ward.
After living in the VIP ward for three days, Gu Yu took him back to M City.
Private jets, minus air pressure, on the plane, accompanied by doctors and nurses, comatose Mobson, just like lying in the ward, his injuries are unaffected.
Not in the L country, because Gu Yu is afraid of Li Zhongjin.
Only when he returns to his own country, he is relieved.
Back in M City, Mobson was arranged in the city hospital.
Dr. Fei was his doctor, Dr. Fei said, and he waited until Mobson woke up before he returned to work in the UK.
Office of the President of the L country.
Li Zhongjin listened to the secretary's report to Mobson's situation, his mouth rising, showing a proud and sinister smile.
After the secretary went out, Li Zhongjin was playing with a pen and smiled coldly: "The brain is seriously traumatized and the brain is dead. Presumably, the gods can't save him."
"Mobson, you didn't have a life, you are retribution! You killed your daughter, and now you get retribution. Brain death, how can you torture you for a month or two?"
"When you are dead, I don't believe that your men will not hand over the site and military power!"
"哒铃铃-"
The office landline disturbed Li Zhongjin’s YY.
Li Zhongjin was in a good mood, picked up the phone and put the microphone in his ear.
The next second, his whole person stood up suddenly, his face suddenly changed, his eyes were round: "What? My home and the unstar building exploded?!!!"
In the next second, his whole person was like a person who had taken away his soul in an instant, or suddenly saw a ghost, his body was stiff, and the microphone on his hand fell on the table with a bang.