Chapter 532

Said here, Lu yingbai pauses for a moment and continues to say, "life has been saved, but whether or not there will be sequelae, these are really hard to say."

For a moment, the atmosphere began to condense again.

Jingqian is a proud child. He will do everything perfectly and excellently. I can't imagine what will happen to the child in case of sequelae.

"All right, don't be gloomy. It's not impossible. I'll find the person who developed this thing and ask him to help."

And Lu yingbai finish the video, four men sitting on the sofa tired.

Eight hours have passed since Jingqian's accident, and they have not closed their eyes.

Huo Mingyang took a look at the pale South Lin Mo and drove him to sleep. "Lin Mo, you go to have a rest. I'll send some food to you later. You can see how bad your face is and how much blood you've drawn."

South face Mo knead eyebrow heart, light way, "I am OK."

"It's OK for you. Jingqian is like this now. If you fall down again, what should Mu Yan do?"

A mention of Moyan, Nanlin Mo remembered her collapse, and finally nodded, got up and entered Huo Mingyang's lounge.

Huo Mingyang participated in the rescue twice, but he was too tired to go into the rest room.

"You go to have a rest. I'll see them." Simuccio stood up.

Ji Su did not affectation him, directly lying on the sofa, nodded and said, "OK, you look at them first, I'll sleep for a while, then I'll change you."

The hospital at three o'clock in the morning is quiet.

There are only pale lights in the corridor, but the people who look at them are very cautious.

Simuccio felt his pocket, took out his cigarette, leaned against the wall of the corridor and sucked it, even though there were four big words, no smoking, hanging across him.

He didn't want to go to Jingqian's ward, he didn't want to see Jing Qian without a trace of consciousness, and he didn't want to see the cloudy faces of those women.

After living for nearly 40 years, his life is very satisfactory except for Xi Lucheng.

Career, family, wife, four children, and a group of brothers who live and die.

It is because of the past too satisfactory, Jing Qian this sudden time, let his heart blocked, there is a deep sense of frustration.

He likes Jingqian very much.

He still clearly remembers the timid look in Jing Qian's face when he was less than three years old, as well as his soft voice. He called him uncle with his big eyes blinking.

Later, he called him Dad.

Know Jing Qian gradually grow up, sensible, know that South Lin Mo is his father, just changed his name to uncle again.

He has already regarded Jing Qian as his own child.

That's why they will treat him severely, teach him personally, and persuade Xi Muyan to let him take part in the training.

Jing Qian looked like him when he was a child. Later, he grew up and looked like Mo Yuefa in the south.

Although at the same time cold temperament, but this boy is stronger than his father, in the bone that stubborn strength, that does not admit defeat, strive for perfection, but very much like his family.

After a whim and a last puff of cigarettes, he lifted his feet and walked to the ward.

Qiaomu and Luoli are having dinner. They stand up when they see him coming.

Xi Muqiao took a look at the situation inside through the glass, and his eyes fell to glass and said, "go to the rest meeting. Ji Su is in Mingyang office. Qiao Mu and I look at it."

Luo Li nodded and packed up a few men's night food and left.

Qiao Mu came to him, raised his hand and stroked the front of his wrinkled shirt and said, "smoking?"

Well, he said.

"And shadow white, did they think of a way?"

"Yes, some trouble." Simuccio picked her up and sat on the seat with his chin gently rubbing against the top of her hair, again and again.

His eyes fell on the dining box on the table in front of him and asked, "didn't you eat your words?"

Qiao Mu shakes his head and sighs, "how to say it doesn't listen. He has been holding Jing Qian's hand, for fear that she will never see Jing Qian again as soon as she drives away."

He adjusted her sitting posture and pushed the meal she had taken a few mouthfuls. "Eat more, I didn't have dinner."

"You didn't eat either."

"I'm a man," he said

"That's why you're more tired."

Xi Muqiao a smile, as many years ago, stretch out his hand to gently scrape on her nose.

Qiao Mu picked up chopsticks, put a piece of sweet and sour sirloin into his mouth, and asked in a low voice, "is Jing Qian's situation particularly bad?"

He chewed something in his mouth, mmm.

Smell speech, Qiao Mu no longer say what, bow to eat, from time to time to put some food in his mouth.

After they were full, Xi Muyan asked her to sleep on the sofa for a while, put on her own disinfection clothes, and entered Jingqian's hospital bed. To be exact, it was the isolation room.

He stood not far in front of the disease, looking at Xi Muyan holding Jingqian's hand. Almost every two or three minutes, he would raise his hand to test under Jingqian's nose.His eyelashes trembled and he lifted his foot up.

Take Jing Qian's hand out of her hand and put it into the quilt. Xi Muyan is unwilling to hold Jing Qian's hand again. She can't feel her son's temperature. She is full of fear.

Simuccio grabbed her hand, the other hand around her shoulder and pulled her out of the chair.

Xi Muyan's eyes are a little dull, looking up at him, a brother has not called out, tears first fell down.

She called him hoarse, "brother, brother, what to do? What to do? "

Xi Muqiao gently patted her back and comforted in a low voice, "Jing Qian will be OK. Go to eat something first. I will look at him."

"No, I'm not going." Xi Muyan shook his head and looked at the child, "I can't eat it. Brother, don't let me go out. I want to accompany big baby."

Xi Muqiao's attitude is very firm, "no, you go to have a meal and rest first. Listen to Mu Yan. Now all of us are around Jingqian, and we can't take care of you any more. If you are ill, you can't touch Jing Qian, who has poor resistance."

Smell speech, Xi Muyan just out of the ward.

Xi Muqiao sat on the chair and looked at Jing Qian.

His lips, have to say, Jing Qian is a very beautiful child, a small face delicate and white.

"Can you hear my uncle talking to you? I think so. When do you want to sleep? Do you want to be stronger? My uncle knows you're in a bad mood now, but we're all worse than you

"The next treatment is a long time. I know you are a proud child. You don't want to leave ugly scars on your body, do you? I don't want to be disabled, but Jingqian, my uncle wants to tell you that these are all things you may have to face. You have to bear not only physical torture, but also mental torture. "

"You can't go to the training, even in the next two or three years. You certainly don't want to waste your time, so let's treat them as training..."

Xi Muqiao seldom said so much, but today, with a soft and unimaginable tone, he is discussing his future with Jing Qian.