Sirius stood at the door of the ward, staring at everything in the ward with an expressionless face, and replied calmly: "Second brother has his own arrangements. We don't need to ask any more questions, just follow orders."
Naturally, Tianhu was a little unconvinced by Tianlang's words.
Sirius is Yang Mufan's number one confidant, how could he not know about Yang Mufan's arrangements?!
If you don’t tell him, you’re just keeping him on guard. Do you really regard him as a brother?!
Tianhu was a little angry, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said angrily: "Brother Lang, what on earth do you mean..."
"If you have any doubts or dissatisfaction, just go to the second brother." Sirius didn't allow him to finish his words, and just threw these words to block him.
After hearing this, Sirius really didn't dare to say another word.
If he had the guts to ask Yang Mufan directly, he wouldn't be nagging him here...
She specially went to the vegetable market, personally selected the freshest ingredients, and took them back to Xishangyuan to make some soup.
Nishimachi said that as soon as he wakes up, he can slowly eat liquid food.
No matter whether Yang Mu'an wakes up today or not, his favorite soup since he was a child cannot be missed.
After working in the kitchen for a long time, Mu Wanqing went out.
Full of joy, she went to the hospital. As soon as she took the elevator to the ICU on the top floor, Mu Wanqing came out of the elevator, turned around, and raised her eyes slightly, the thermos bucket in her arms fell to the ground with a heavy thud...
The originally clean corridor was filled with shocking blood.
Chairs fell everywhere.
What suffocated Mu Wanqing the most was: the bullet holes on the wall were bigger than the last.
Mu Wanqing froze there, unable to calm down for a long time.
When she regained some sense, she let out a hysterical wail and rushed into the ward, almost crawling on her feet.
The moment she opened the door, she saw Yang Muan lying on the hospital bed with a haggard face. All the medical tubes had been removed.
Mu Wanqing felt her eyes darken and the world was spinning. At the same time, she felt as if her blood had solidified.
She stood numbly at the door, looking at the hospital bed with a pale face, while the ironed and round tears rolled down one after another in a line with uncontrollable "tick-tick~tick".
"An'an." Mu Wanqing made a strange cry from her throat.
She staggered to the hospital bed, bent slightly, and wanted to hug him. However, looking at her son who was so pale that there was no trace of blood around him, she had no idea how to hug him.
Yang Mufan finished his work and returned to Xishang Courtyard. He originally wanted to tell Mu Wanqing that he wanted to see his son and go directly to the Third People's Hospital.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. De told him: Mu Wanqing had already gone to the hospital.
He called her, but the phone kept ringing in the kitchen.
Yang Mufan was speechless. He had always known that Mu Wanqing was careless, but he didn't expect that she was so careless. She even forgot to take her cell phone.
He hurried to the hospital and went to the top floor of the inpatient department. Sure enough, he saw Mu Wanqing sitting on the floor, crying heartbroken. The sad wailing sound kept circling and echoing in the sky throughout the inpatient department.