Chapter 118

"Continue the rescue."

He continued to use the pacemaker to restore Qiao Anran's heart rate. Seeing that there was no improvement, Gu Nancheng looked dark and frowned.

"Joan ran, don't sleep. Someone is still waiting for you. Fu Siming, he's still waiting for you. "

Hearing the name Fu Siming, Joan Ran's heart rate curve fluctuated a little, but just for a moment, the heart rate became a straight line again.

Gu Nancheng was in a strange mood for some reason. He felt that if he could not save Joan ran today, he would regret all his life.

Perhaps it is because she is Fu Siming's wife, but there is another answer hidden in his heart, a fact he has always been reluctant to admit, that is, every time he sees Qiao Anran, he will have an inexplicable sense of familiarity and intimacy.

Somehow, Qiao Anran, a new student after the car accident, always reminds him of... Ye Huanyan.

Even if he doesn't want to admit it anymore, that's the truth.

He has lost his smile. He doesn't want the only one in the world who makes him feel that the shadow of smile can't be saved

"Joan ran, don't give up!"

In a deep coma, Joan ran seemed to have a dream.

She seemed to be floating in the sky. She had reached heaven, but she was dragged back to the world by a voice.

It seemed that someone was calling her, but she was not called "Qiao Anran", but "Huanyan".

She desperately wanted to see the man's face, but the voice was getting farther and weaker. She followed the direction of the voice

Gu Nancheng looked up at the centripetal rate monitor and was relieved to see that Qiao Anran's heart rate curve recovered and gradually stabilized.

"Prepare the wound for suture."

Gu Nancheng picked up the suture needle. Because it was the head, he only gave Qiao Anran a very small amount of anesthetic and began to suture the wound.

The wound on the back of her head was long and wide, with eight stitches.

When people were rescued, it was much easier to deal with the traumatic wound. Soon the wound was sewn up, but people didn't wake up.

……

Seeing that the lights in the emergency room went out, Fu Siming immediately walked to the door of the emergency room.

The door of the emergency room opened. The nurse pushed out the unconscious Joan dye, and Gu Nancheng followed.

Fu Siming looked at the pale woman with her eyes closed.

"Is she okay?"

"I'm still in a coma, but my life is no longer in danger."

Gu Nancheng said in a deep voice, "the wound on the back of the head is very long. It has been sewn up for eight stitches. It may be very painful when you wake up. You can only bear it."

The big stone hanging in Fu Siming's heart was finally put down, but Gu Nancheng's doubts became stronger and more dignified.

He hesitated for a moment, but he couldn't help but say, "there's something I think is very strange."

"What's up?"

"Just now, when I was giving first aid to Qiao Anran, I heard her talking in a coma and said... She's not Qiao Anran."

Fu Siming's face changed slightly, his hands hanging on both sides tightened for a few minutes, his thin lips pursed gently, without words.

"What do you think this means?"

"You heard wrong, or it's just nonsense."

After Fu Siming perfunctorily replied, Gu Nancheng didn't ask any more questions, but his doubts didn't disappear.

"She can't wake up for a while. Go and deal with the wound on her arm. Improper treatment of burns can easily cause various inflammation. "

Qiao Anran was out of danger, and Fu Siming gradually calmed down without refusing.

Gu Nancheng found a nurse and asked her to treat the man's wound, disinfect and apply medicine.

When the nurse was dealing with the wound, Dr. Gu was watching, but he began to figure out Fu Siming's look. He always felt that there was something important that he didn't know.

Aware of Gu Nancheng's gaze, Fu Siming looked at him as usual. His thin lips lifted: "what's the matter."

"Nothing."

Gu Nancheng looked back. "Since she's all right, I'll deal with other things first."

Fu Siming nodded, "thanks."

It's a pity that the wound has been treated.

"It shouldn't take long for the injury to heal, but I'm afraid this arm will leave a scar." The nurse said as she packed up the medical supplies.

"It doesn't matter."

Fu Siming looked down at the wound. It's best not to wipe it off.

Then he got up and walked to Joan's ward.

Seeing this, Lu Wanzhi immediately followed up.

Fu Jingjing also followed. In order to prevent Lu Wanzhi from doing anything to destroy the feelings of his brother and sister-in-law.

Qiao Anran was lying on the hospital bed, pale and eyes closed.

Fu Siming looked at her pale face like paper, and his eyes were deep.

If he hadn't seen her chest undulating with her breathing, he would think she had no signs of life.

It was already eleven o'clock at night. Fu Siming pulled a chair and sat down next to Joan's sick bed. He planned to stay with her all the time. So she could see him as soon as she woke up.

Seeing this, Lu Wanzhi advised, "doctor Gu just said that she won't wake up for a while. Go back and have a rest first. After all, you are also injured. Staying up late is not good for the recovery of the wound... "

Then she paused and looked at the nurse next to her.

"Besides, there is a special escort. Don't be too tired. Come back tomorrow day."

In fact, Lu Wanzhi just doesn't want Fu Siming to stay with Qiao Anran all the time. If they keep it like this, their feelings will get better and better. At that time, she will really have no chance!

Before Fu Siming could speak, Fu Jingjing said first, "now it's my brother's wife lying here. My brother should guard her."

"You..."

Fu Jingjing didn't give Lu Wanzhi a chance to speak at all, and then said, "it's my sister-in-law who is unconscious. She's looking for my brother, regardless of the danger of her life. She also saved me, and I am willing to be here with her. Unlike some people who only speak beautiful words, what are you doing when my brother is in danger? "

"Jingjing, keep quiet." Fu Siming made a silent gesture.

Fu Jingjing nodded and whispered to Lu Wanzhi, "everyone is frightened today. It's very late now. I think you're tired too. You'd better go back early."

Facing Fu Jingjing's glib speech, Lu Wanzhi was angry, but he couldn't attack. He had to bear it and asked tentatively, "then I'll go back first?"

She wanted to see how Fu Siming would react, but he didn't even lift his head, as if he hadn't heard her.

"Walk slowly!" Fu Jingjing smiled.

Lu Wanzhi left the hospital angrily

After waiting for them to leave, Fu Jingjing said, "brother, I'll go first. Pay attention to rest. Don't fall down before you take good care of your sister-in-law."

"Don't worry. I won't let myself fall first. "

Fu Jingjing said and left.

After she left, only the unconscious Qiao Anran and Fu Siming were left in the ward. Seeing this situation, the nurse said wisely, "Sir, I'll be outside. If you need anything, please call me at any time."

Fu Siming nodded. After the nurse left, there were only two of them left in the ward.

Those words that are inconvenient to speak in front of others can finally be said at this moment.

Although she was in a coma, he believed that she would be able to hear what he said.

Fu Siming took her hand, held it tightly, rubbed it on his cheek, and his eyes were full of love and pity.

"You said you were stupid. You knew you might die if you rushed into the fire. You still came for me."

Looking at her bloodless face, Fu Siming gently rubbed her cheek with his fingertips and said softly, "when you wake up, I can give you anything. As long as it's what you want... "

Fu Siming leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips.

He just sat by the hospital bed and watched her all night.

As time went by, Xu was too tired. When he closed his eyes and took a nap, there was a noisy voice in his ears.

Hazy, he opened his eyes, surrounded by a quiet, and there was no one in the hospital bed.

The man suddenly stood up and was trying to find someone. As soon as he turned around, he saw Joan ran standing behind him.

Ben's tight eyebrows opened slightly. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she woke up safe and sound.

"Why don't you call me when you wake up? Lie down and have a rest. Do you have a headache? "

But the man in front of him looked cold. He shook off his hand and said angrily: "Fu Siming, you liar!"

liar!

These two words echoed in his mind and saw her eyes full of hate. For a moment, he lost his voice.

"Liar, I hate you!"

"Ranran..."

In the late night ward, a man whispered. The next moment, Fu Siming suddenly opened his eyes