"Doctor, doctor..." Meng Haoran stepped forward, supported Mo Xiyu who fell backward, and called doctor loudly.
A female doctor, wearing gloves, trotted over, helped Mo Xiyu lie down again, and changed the needle for her. Then she sighed softly.
"Haoran, do I still have to go to work? If I don't leave, the bus will be too late!" Mo Xiyu frowned and looked at Meng Haoran with anxiety in her eyes.
Meng Haoran felt that one was as big as the other two.
After looking at the doctor, he stepped forward and said, "Xiyu, you have a day off today, have you forgotten?"
"Oh, rest, that's right!" She smiled sweetly at him, but Meng Haoran suddenly felt guilty.
"Come with me!" the doctor suddenly said.
"oh!"
"Mr. Meng, I'm sorry about your wife's illness. We..."
"Wait a minute, she's not my wife. I... haven't married a wife yet? She's my friend..." After saying that, after thinking about it, it seems that now is not the time to dwell on this issue.
Meng Haoran frowned slightly, "Well, you just mentioned her illness, what's wrong? She seems...conscious...a little confused..."
The doctor motioned for Meng Haoran to sit down.
"Severe intracranial infection, resulting in unconsciousness!"
"How could this happen?" Meng Haoran felt nervous. Previously, on the train, because Mo Xiyu was wearing a hat to cover the wound on the back of his head, he never paid much attention to it.
At this moment, when he suddenly heard the doctor talking like this, he felt a little guilty in his heart. If he could have discovered it earlier, maybe the situation would not be so bad.
After all, it would be good to spend a minute less on the train, a place full of germs.
"Can it still be recovered?"
The doctor closed the medical record and shook his head, "No one can say for sure. Some people will basically recover after the infection is cured, but some people may not recover for several years or even later!"
Well, Meng Haoran was indeed shocked.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Mo Xiyu, who had sat up and was in a daze. His heart suddenly twitched and felt a little uncomfortable. Although he was not to blame for this, but...
"Then, doctor, thank you in advance, I... will go out first!" Meng Haoran stood up and walked out of the ward, but his steps seemed extremely heavy.
"Haoran, you promised to buy me a scarf yesterday, why don't you go yet!" Seeing Meng Haoran appear, Mo Xiyu suddenly shouted, holding her tongue after speaking, looking aggrieved.
Meng Haoran pursed his lips, took a breath, pulled his lips and smiled, "I'll buy it later..."
"No, Meng Haoran, you have to do what you promised right away, hurry up..."
As he said that, he wanted to get out of bed again. Meng Haoran quickly stood up, "Okay, okay, don't move, I...I'm going to buy it now!" With that, he quickly walked out of the sterile room.
When Leng Shaotian and the other two saw him coming out, they came to greet him.
"How about it?"
Meng Haoran raised his head and glanced at Leng Shaotian, then cast his gaze on Leng Shaoyun, "Unconscious, the doctor wants you to be mentally prepared..."
Leng Shaotian couldn't help but take a step back, then stepped forward, grabbed Meng Haoran's collar, and twisted hard, "I tell you, you are not allowed to take a step closer to her, otherwise..." His eyes were sharp and filled with deep emotion.
jealousy.
The door to the sterile room was pushed open again at this moment. "Meng Haoran, come in quickly. She is clamoring to see you and to remove the needle!"
Leng Shaotian quickly let go of Meng Haoran, then stepped forward, grabbed the sterile gown from the doctor's hand, took off his shoes, and put them on while walking.
"Xi Yu!" He stood beside the hospital bed, held her in his arms, and rubbed his chin in her hair.
Mo Xiyu remained motionless at first, then realized that the smell on her body was wrong, so she pushed Leng Shaotian away. Then, she looked up at Leng Shaotian, then quickly pulled up the quilt, and shouted: "Help, help!
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The doctor heard the sound and came over, holding down Mo Xiyu who was a little restless.
"Doctor, he is a bad guy, please let him go!"
The fear in her eyes made Leng Shaotian's outstretched hand freeze in mid-air.
He frowned, with a hint of distress in his eyes, "Xi Yu, I am Shaotian...Leng Shaotian..."
Mo Xiyu's shaking body stopped, then she pulled back the quilt and threw herself into Leng Shaotian's arms, "Brother... there were bad guys just now, there were bad guys..."
Leng Shaotian hugged Mo Xiyu back, then leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, "It's okay. With my brother here, I won't let bad people do anything to you!"
Mo Xiyu heard the sound, let go of Leng Shaotian, then pursed his lips, showing a shy look, "Brother, don't you hate Xi Yu?"
Leng Shaotian was slightly startled and shook his head, "I don't hate it, I've never hated it before!"
Mo Xiyu nodded, "Yeah, brother, please take me home, I want to go home!"
"Okay, once the bandage on your head is removed, I will take you home!"
"Brother, what's your name?"
Leng Shaotian was stunned again, then smiled and said: "Leng Shaotian!"
"Oh, brother, what's my name..."
"You? Your name is Mo Xiyu!" Leng Shaotian felt that he was the most patient at this moment.
"You are not my brother..." Mo Xiyu quickly stepped back and shook his head.
"Why?" Seeing her retreating to a place beyond his reach, Leng Shaotian felt that his heart suddenly felt empty.
"Your surname is Leng and my surname is Mo. How can we be brothers and sisters?"
Okay, Leng Shaotian feels a headache.
"You... took your mother's surname, and I took my father's surname..."
Mo Xiyu thought for a moment, then held her head and said, "Oh, my head hurts so much, brother, I'm going to sleep!" After saying that, she lay down, closed her eyes, and heard the sound of even breathing.
Leng Shaotian swallowed and whispered, "Xi Yu..."
"She fell asleep!" the doctor who had been standing aside said.
"Asleep...asleep? So soon?"
"In the future, there may be high fever, drowsiness, irritability, convulsions, headaches, dizziness and other neurological problems. As family members, you should always pay attention!" The doctor handed a densely written list to Leng Shaotian. "This is
The above needs attention
Matters are also some possible sequelae. Make a few more copies and show them to your family..." After thinking about it, he added: "Treat her with full patience and don't cause any more stimulation.
It's her business, otherwise...the consequences will be disastrous!"
Leng Shaotian frowned and nodded, "I will...then, doctor, how long will this last?"
"I just discussed this issue with your friend. It could take a few days or a lifetime at most. It depends on her..."
In the next few days, because of his identity, Leng Shaotian traveled between City A and City Y every day, staying in City Y during the day and going to City A at night...
Mo Xiyu's situation is still the same. Her health goes up and down, her consciousness is never clear, and her thoughts are very confused. What she said in one sentence may be replaced by something else in the next sentence...