13 hours later, a voice suddenly rang out in the corridor, "doctor, this way!"
Then, the sound of footsteps came one after another.
After a short wait, Dr. Edmond appeared in front of Zhao Jian.
Zhao Jian quickly steps up and doesn't move for a long time. Her body falters for a while, but Zhao Jian quickly stabilizes.
Ji Rufeng slowly took back her hand, then turned around and walked in the other direction. Within two minutes, the doctor's office not far away opened, and several doctors who were consulting came out to contact Dr. Edmund and report their illness.
Soon, a line of doctors into the ward, Zhao Jian also want to follow in, but finally was left outside.
"It's going to be all right, it's going to be all right!"
Ji Rufeng said, I do not know is to comfort her, or comfort themselves.
Zhao Jian didn't speak. Her bloodshot eyes stared through the glass without blinking.
Whether it is good or bad depends on the doctor's decision.
As a matter of fact, Zhao Xu's condition had been stabilized before, and his heatstroke subsided, but he didn't wake up, as if he fell into a coma again.
From small to large, Ji Rufeng has never been so nervous as this moment, living like a year, pinning all his hopes on others, and never yearning for anything like this.
But at this moment, he really hoped that Zhao Xu would wake up and hope that Dr. Edmund would show a miracle.
Half an hour, half a century long, the door of the super intensive care unit was opened from inside, and Zhao Jian rushed to meet her, "Dr. Edmund? How's it going? "
Edmund took off his mask, wiped his face, and gave a smile. "Physiological indicators are normal."
"When will he wake up?" Zhao Jian's question immediately followed.
This time, Edmund's answer was not sure, "not for the time being."
Zhao Jian has heard this sentence many times. The last time she heard it, Zhao Xu lay on the hospital bed silently, and then lay for another two years before he woke up.
Zhao Jian fell in the dark.
"Jane!"
Ji Rufeng hugs her, and there is another chaos at the entrance of the special intensive care unit.
Ji Rufeng has never regretted so much, but now he can only face such a result.
When Zhao Jian woke up again, she didn't know when it was. She looked at the ceiling quietly, and her eyes were full of Zhao Xu's appearance.
It was Zhao Xu's head that was injured at that time. Edmund once said that it was Zhao Jian's determination and decisiveness that gave Zhao Xu a breath from Zhao's family. Zhao Xu's breath has been hanging for ten years, and now his life is on the line again.
She knew she couldn't force it.
However, her brother died, her mother died, and her close relatives left her one by one. She didn't know what would happen to her if Zhao Xu also died.
She sat up slowly. Ji Rufeng fell asleep beside the bed. She watched him for a while, and finally got up and went out of bed.
After a few steps, Ji Rufeng's voice suddenly came from behind, and his waist was tight at the same time.
"Jane."
Thick stubble pierced her face, the man's arms were tight.
"I'm sorry, Jane."
Sorry is the most useless, the most cowardly words, but at this moment, Ji Rufeng does not know what else to say.
Zhao Jian closed her eyes and raised her hand to break his.
"Jane!" This time, the man's voice added a bit of desolation, once again buttoned her waist, praying for self-evident, "don't leave me."
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