Su Wanqing turned her head and didn't look at him.
"After returning from Los Angeles, you are not allowed to live at Xichen's place again." Luo Mingxuan issued a death order.
Of course, she wouldn't really take it to heart.
After arriving in Los Angeles, the two went straight to the hospital from the airport and saw Su Jiuge resting in bed.
"Doctor, what's wrong with my mother?" Su Wanqing grabbed the attending doctor and asked with concern.
"She has fainted several times in the past few days, with numbness in her right hand and left foot. After taking X-rays, it was confirmed that there was a hemorrhage on the left side of the gray matter of the brain, and the intracranial pressure was extremely increased. The initial diagnosis was a slight cerebral hemorrhage in the early stage of cerebral infarction."
The attending doctor's words were undoubtedly a bomb that exploded in Su Wanqing's mind.
"How could it be? Mom, she has always been healthy."
"Has the patient been greatly stimulated recently, or has he been fatigued and overworked for a long time?" The doctor asked about the medical history.
Su Wanqing recalled the murder video and the dispute at the airport, and nodded.
"That's right. In our neurology department, there are many patients like your mother who have suffered from this disease since they were around thirty-five years old. They have attacks every few months and need to be hospitalized for observation."
Su Wanqing felt the seriousness of the matter and asked hurriedly: "Then what should I do?"
"Reduce her workload, rest more, and shield her from things that can cause mental distress to her. Cerebral haemorrhage and softening can be large or small, and can be cured in small areas. If the deterioration expands, it is basically not far from paralysis and hysteria.
Already."
A chill ran from the top of Su Wanqing's head to the soles of her feet. Her face was as pale as paper, and her voice didn't sound like her own: "I understand, thank you doctor."
It was the death of her biological father and her being an unfilial daughter that put my mother in this situation.
Huang said that the main purpose of her mother coming to Los Angeles was not to film, but to meet Uncle Qi, who once held an important position in the FBI.
Mom must have been told something, or found out something, and suffered a mental shock not weaker than last time, which made her fall ill.
Her mother was still sleeping, so she didn't dare to disturb her. When she got to the bathroom, she dialed Huang's number.
"Mr. Huang, my mother is ill. I want to see Uncle Qi. Is that okay?"
There was a long silence on the other side of the phone, maybe a full minute.
"Why did Aunt Jiuzi fall ill?" Huang's voice was very calm.
"I guess it has something to do with Uncle Qi. I want to know what happened. Mr. Huang, can you introduce him to me?"
Huang said in a deep voice: "I'll try to contact Uncle Qi, just wait for my news."
After hanging up the phone, Su Wanqing's heart kept beating uneasily. If she could face-to-face with people from the previous generation, would she be getting closer to the truth?
Luo Mingxuan went to the set. As the president of SRTWR, he deeply apologized to the American production team for turning down Su Jiuge's hard-won opportunity as the second female lead.
Because Su Jiuge needed to rest for a period of time due to his illness, it was not convenient to take a twenty-hour flight back home immediately. The doctor said that traveling too much would make the condition more complicated, so Luo Mingxuan temporarily bought a larger apartment in Los Angeles.
Su Wanqing has been waiting in front of Su Jiuge's hospital bed, waiting for her mother to wake up. She has too many questions in her heart and can't wait to ask for confirmation.
When Su Jiuge slowly opened her eyes, it was already three hours later. However, her eyes were cold, her eyeballs were dead, and even her expression was rigid.
"Wanqing, why are you here? Don't you want to be with Xichen?" Su Wanqing turned her head and didn't look at him.
"After returning from Los Angeles, you are not allowed to live at Xichen's place again." Luo Mingxuan issued a death order.
Of course, she wouldn't really take it to heart.
After arriving in Los Angeles, the two went straight to the hospital from the airport and saw Su Jiuge resting in bed.
"Doctor, what's wrong with my mother?" Su Wanqing grabbed the attending doctor and asked with concern.
"She has fainted several times in the past few days, with numbness in her right hand and left foot. After taking X-rays, it was confirmed that there was a hemorrhage on the left side of the gray matter of the brain, and the intracranial pressure was extremely increased. The initial diagnosis was a slight cerebral hemorrhage in the early stage of cerebral infarction."
The attending doctor's words were undoubtedly a bomb that exploded in Su Wanqing's mind.
"How could it be? Mom, she has always been healthy."
"Has the patient been greatly stimulated recently, or has he been fatigued and overworked for a long time?" The doctor asked about the medical history.
Su Wanqing recalled the murder video and the dispute at the airport, and nodded.
"That's right. In our neurology department, there are many patients like your mother who have suffered from this disease since they were around thirty-five years old. They have attacks every few months and need to be hospitalized for observation."
Su Wanqing felt the seriousness of the matter and asked hurriedly: "Then what should I do?"
"Reduce her workload, rest more, and shield her from things that can cause mental distress to her. Cerebral haemorrhage and softening can be large or small, and can be cured in small areas. If the deterioration expands, it is basically not far from paralysis and hysteria.
Already."
A chill ran from the top of Su Wanqing's head to the soles of her feet. Her face was as pale as paper, and her voice didn't sound like her own: "I understand, thank you doctor."
It was the death of her biological father and her being an unfilial daughter that put my mother in this situation.
Huang said that the main purpose of her mother coming to Los Angeles was not to film, but to meet Uncle Qi, who once held an important position in the FBI.
Mom must have been told something, or found out something, and suffered a mental shock not weaker than last time, which made her fall ill.
Her mother was still sleeping, so she didn't dare to disturb her. When she got to the bathroom, she dialed Huang's number.
"Mr. Huang, my mother is ill. I want to see Uncle Qi. Is that okay?"
There was a long silence on the other side of the phone, maybe a full minute.
"Why did Aunt Jiuzi fall ill?" Huang's voice was very calm.
"I guess it has something to do with Uncle Qi. I want to know what happened. Mr. Huang, can you introduce him to me?"
Huang said in a deep voice: "I'll try to contact Uncle Qi, just wait for my news."
After hanging up the phone, Su Wanqing's heart kept beating uneasily. If she could face-to-face with people from the previous generation, would she be getting closer to the truth?
Luo Mingxuan went to the set. As the president of SRTWR, he deeply apologized to the American production team for turning down Su Jiuge's hard-won opportunity as the second female lead.
Because Su Jiuge needed to rest for a period of time due to his illness, it was not convenient to take a twenty-hour flight back home immediately. The doctor said that traveling too much would make the condition more complicated, so Luo Mingxuan temporarily bought a larger apartment in Los Angeles.
Su Wanqing has been waiting in front of Su Jiuge's hospital bed, waiting for her mother to wake up. She has too many questions in her heart and can't wait to ask for confirmation.
When Su Jiuge slowly opened her eyes, it was already three hours later. However, her eyes were cold, her eyeballs were dead, and even her expression was rigid.
"Wan Qing, why are you here? Don't you want to be with Xichen?"