It was nearly three o'clock in the afternoon, and the lights in Qiao Ye's operating room finally went out. After a while, two doctors walked out of the room, with beads of sweat on their foreheads.
Mu Wen rushed to the doctor and asked anxiously: "Doctor, has he been rescued? Is he seriously injured?"
The doctor was so tired that he glanced at the person in front of him and asked, "Are you a family member of the patient?" If it wasn't serious, he could have been toiling for so long. He was almost exhausted after standing for several hours.
Mu Wen replied: "I'm his secretary." Mr. Qiao doesn't have many family members, only two, and they don't know about it yet. Therefore, he can really be regarded as a lonely and helpless man.
The doctor said: "The injury was quite serious, but there is no problem now. The patient has been anesthetized and should wake up in a while." It's just that the rib fracture has affected the lungs, and he will definitely cough non-stop.
The driver looked at Mu Wen silently, and then asked: "What about his injuries? Where are they?"
The doctor was helpless and simply stated: "The left leg is fractured, two left ribs are broken, there is blood in the lungs, the head is slightly concussed, and there are some skin injuries on the face."
"Is your appearance still disfigured?" Although it is a superficial injury, it will have an impact on the future, as if it is a reminder of this disaster.
Seeing Mu Wen's mood swings, the driver reminded him: "Secretary Mu Wen, let the doctor go and rest first. We'll wait for Mr. Qiao to come out and see him." It's not too late to ask the doctor about the injury later.
The doctor then left, and the driver hurriedly said: "Thank you, doctor." As long as Qiao Ye is saved, Qiao's sky will not fall.
Turning back to look at Mu Wen, still looking regretful and worried, the driver said: "Secretary Mu Wen, Mr. Qiao has been rescued now, but there is a typhoon and rainstorm outside, and there is no way to transfer him back to Qinzhou. Why not settle here for the time being?"
Let me know after the typhoon has passed."
It was this typhoon that disrupted everything. Mu Wen said lightly: "This is the only way, otherwise notifying him now will make him anxious."
The door of the operating room opened, "Hey, it's out." The driver came forward and approached the door, helping the nurse push the bed.
Mu Wen stepped closer and shouted to Qiao Ye, who had his eyes closed: "Mr. Qiao, Mr. Qiao!" Qiao Ye didn't respond at all, his blood-stained face remained stern.
The driver reminded: "The doctor said he won't wake up until later." Concern leads to confusion, and Mu Wen was really confused this time.
He sighed, "I was too impatient." The bed was pushed into a single ward, and the nurse left the room.
Mu Wen looked at Qiao Ye. His left leg and knee were in plaster, his chest was fixed with a brace, and he wore an oxygen mask on his face. He could hear his weak and gentle breathing. His body, which had always been strong, seemed very strong at this moment.
Fragile.
The two of them sat on the stools beside the bed and waited quietly for more than ten minutes when they heard Qiao Ye coughing.
Mu Wen hurriedly stood up and approached the bed to observe Qiao Ye. He seemed to be still awake and said, "Mr. Qiao, you're awake." Even the eyes that looked back at Mu Wen became soft and helpless.
Suddenly his eyes changed, and Qiao Ye coughed again. He gasped for a while and said, "Muwen, is this a hospital?" Because he was wearing an oxygen mask, his words were not clear.
Seeing his boss weakened by serious injuries, Mu Wen's heart twisted and he nodded and replied: "Mr. Qiao, you had an accident while driving and injured your legs and chest."
As soon as he spoke, there was a dull pain in his chest, but Qiao Ye still endured the pain and continued: "My face also hurts." He only remembered that he fell down the hillside, and then he didn't know anything. Now when he woke up, he only felt that his whole body
It all hurts.
Mu Wen looked at the scar on his forehead and eyebrow. It was a straight line and had turned into dark red scabs. He said to Qiao Ye who was lying down: "It was cut by the car window." Such an obvious wound, etc.
Even if it heals, it will leave scars, and the president's smooth and handsome face will be ruined.
Qiao Ye didn't care and asked, "What time is it now?" It felt like he had fallen into a deep sleep, and a long time had passed.
Mu Wen looked at his watch and replied: "Three o'clock in the afternoon."
Feeling a little uncomfortable wearing the oxygen mask, Qiao Ye sighed softly, exhaled the turbid air in his chest, looked at the ceiling and said: "I didn't expect that I would spend the whole morning on such a thing." In the past, he always raced against time, but now he is
I can't do anything I want to do, I can only lie down.
Mu Wen looked at the powerless Qiao Ye, felt uncomfortable in his heart, and blamed himself: "Mr. Qiao, the typhoon is coming, and it is raining heavily from south to north. You should not have rushed at that time." If you had stopped him, or accompanied him,
If he goes on the road together, maybe there won't be such an accident.
Qiao Ye adjusted his breathing, ignored his sorrow, and replied softly: "It's too late to say anything now. You didn't inform Dad and Yun Shu." If they knew, they would definitely be anxious to death.
"Not yet. I'm afraid you'll scold me if I notify you." My boss is a tolerant man. He handles every difficulty by himself. He never brings the company's troubles home. He must be the same this time.
Qiao Ye's breathing was very shallow, and his chest rose and fell. He didn't dare to take a big breath for fear of hurting his internal organs. After being silent for a while, he said: "You still have some knowledge, so don't tell them yet."
Mu Wen felt embarrassed and asked: "How long will it take? The company's affairs will be delayed, and I will notice it soon." By then, Qiao Liancheng will find out that the mainstay is not slacking off, but something has happened.
Knowing that Mu Wen was right, he said helplessly: "Let's hide it for a few days. Anyway, we can't let dad know now. I've been recovering for two days, which should be about the same." The more he spoke, the more pain in his chest became. Qiao Ye could only breathe while breathing.
Talk, try not to hurt yourself.
Mu Wen felt distressed and advised: "Mr. Qiao, these are not minor injuries. You will be unable to do without oxygen and chest fixation for the next two or three weeks." And with the pain in the chest, painkillers and sealing will be required if necessary.
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Only then did Qiao Ye react and asked softly: "Are the ribs broken?" Porsche did save himself from death, but he could not avoid suffering.
"Well, fortunately, the internal organs were not punctured, but there is blood accumulation in the lungs." I hope there will be no sequelae, otherwise my health will be a problem. I, send me what you need to deal with, and I will dictate it to you while lying down."
Mu Wen hesitated, frowned and called him: "Mr. Qiao."
"Go ahead and do it, I'll take a rest." His identity destined him to never stop for a moment. Even if he was seriously injured, he couldn't put down the burden on his shoulders. He could always get through it if he persisted.
Mu Wen could only carry out the orders of his superiors. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll ask Driver Yang to bring you food later." After that, he walked out of the ward.
Qiao Ye reluctantly turned his head and looked out the window. The sky was brighter, but the heavy rain continued to fall as if the sky was leaking.
Unexpectedly, there was a car accident on the way to find her. Fortunately, it was not on the way to bring her back. The rain must have reached her side now, and she might be standing in the room watching the heavy rain with him.
Being close to her for dozens of kilometers, but paying such a price, was it a punishment from God or a hindrance to him? But in his heart, he felt that he would not retreat, and he would set out to find her after he recovered.
