Chapter 518

Speaking of this, Lu yingbai paused and continued, "life has been saved, but it's really hard to say whether it will leave sequelae."

For a moment, the atmosphere began to condense again.

Jing Qian is a proud child. He will be perfect and excellent in everything. I can't imagine what the child will do in case of sequelae.

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

At the end of the video with Lu yingbai, four men sat on the sofa tired.

Eight hours have passed since Jing Qian's accident, and they haven't closed their eyes.

Huo Mingyang looked at nanlinmo, who was pale, and hurried him to bed. "Linmo, go and have a rest. I'll ask someone to bring something to eat later and let everyone fill their stomachs. You see how bad your face is and how much blood you've drawn."

Nanlin Mo pinched his eyebrows and said faintly, "I'm fine."

"It's all right to go to you. Jing Qian is like this now. If you fall down again, what should Mu Yan do?"

Speaking of Mu Yan, nanlinmo remembered her collapse, finally nodded, got up and entered Huo Mingyang's lounge.

Huo Mingyang participated in the rescue twice. He was too tired and entered the lounge.

"Go and have a rest. I'll see them." Simuccio stood up.

Ji Su doesn't flirt with him either. He lies directly on the sofa, nods and says, "OK, look at them first. I'll sleep for a while and change for you."

The hospital at three in the morning was quiet.

There were only pale lights in the corridor, but the people who looked at them were cautious and flustered.

Simuccio touched his pocket, took out his cigarette, leaned against the wall in the corridor and smoked, even if there were four bright words "no smoking" hanging opposite him.

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

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

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

It was precisely because he had been too perfect in the past. Jing Qian's sudden time made him very blocked in his heart and had a deep sense of frustration.

He likes Jing Qian very much.

He still clearly remembered the timid eyes and soft waxy voice of Jing Qian, who was under the age of three, blinking his big eyes and calling him uncle.

Later, he called him father.

Knowing that Jing Qian was growing up and sensible, and knowing that nanlinmo was his father, he changed his name to uncle again.

He has regarded Jing Qian as his own child.

That's why I treated him severely, taught him personally, and persuaded Xi Muyan to let him participate in the training.

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

Although he has a cold temper at the same time, this boy is stronger than his father. His stubborn spirit, which refuses to admit defeat and strives for perfection, is very much like his family.

After a whim and smoking his last cigarette, he raised his foot and walked towards the ward.

Qiao Mu and Luoli are having dinner. When they see him coming, they stand up.

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

Falling glass nodded, cleaned up several men's snacks and left.

Joe Mu came to him, raised his hand, stroked the front of his wrinkled shirt and said, "have you smoked?"

He gave a faint hum.

"And shadow white, have they figured out a way?"

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

His eyes fell on the lunch box on the table in front of him and asked, "did you eat?"

Qiao Mu shook his head and sighed. "He didn't listen to what he said. He kept holding Jing Qian's hand for fear that she would never see Jing Qian again as soon as she sent it away."

He adjusted her sitting posture, pushed her a few mouthfuls of rice, "eat more, didn't eat dinner."

"You didn't eat either."

He answered rightly, "I'm a man."

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

Simuccio smiled and, as in many years, reached out and gently scraped her nose.

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

He chewed something in his mouth and, uh huh.

Hearing the speech, Qiao Mu stopped saying anything, bowed his head to eat and stuffed some food into his mouth from time to time.

After the two had filled their stomachs, Xi Muyan asked her to sleep on the sofa for a while. She put on her disinfection clothes and entered Jing Qian's hospital bed. To be exact, it was an isolation room.

He stood not far from his illness and looked at Xi Muyan holding Jing Qian's hand. Almost every two or three minutes, he raised his hand and tried under Jing Qian's nose.

His eyelashes trembled and he raised his feet and walked up.

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

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

Xi Muyan's eyes were a little dull. He looked up at him in a daze. Before he shouted, his tears fell down first.

She called him hoarsely, "brother, brother, what should I do? What shall we do? "

Xi Muqiao patted her on the back and comforted her in a low voice, "Jing Qian will be fine. Go eat first and I'll look at him."

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

Xi Muqiao's attitude is very firm, "no, you go to dinner and rest first. Listen to Mu Yan. Now all of us are turning around Jing Qian and can't find a trace of mind to take care of you. If you are ill, you can't contact Jing Qian with poor resistance."

After hearing the speech, Xi Muyan came out of the ward.

Xi Muqiao sat in his chair and looked at Jing Qian.

He hooked his lips and had to say that Jing Qian was a very beautiful child. His small face was 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 suffering now, but we all suffer more than you. "

"The next treatment is very long. 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 become disabled, but Jing Qian, my uncle wants to tell you that these are things you may have to face. You have to bear not only physical torture, but also spiritual 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..."

Simuccio seldom says so much, but today, he is discussing his future with Jing Qian in a soft and unimaginable tone.