All possible examinations have been done, and the results showed that there is nothing wrong with her. However, she is still unconscious. As a father, it is inevitable for Mok Wenxiu to worry.
"I can't answer this question right now..." The doctor also frowned, "But don't worry, I have invited experts from the brain department and neurology department for consultation. I believe that I will give you an exact answer soon.
reply."
"Sir!" The door of the ward was gently pushed open, and one of Mo Wenxiu's men walked in quietly.
"I'm going to see when the experts will arrive."
The doctor nodded to Mo Wenxiu, turned around and left the ward, and the subordinate had already walked to Mo Wenxiu's side.
"Sir, you asked me to check that the matter has been cleared up."
"How about it?"
Mo Wenxiu looked at Mo Bei on the pillow and asked in a deep voice.
"At that time, there were only two people in the old factory, one was Jiao Yang, and the other was..."
When his subordinates talked about Jiao Yang, Mo Bei's eyelashes twitched slightly.
"Wait!" Mo Wenxiu raised his hand to signal him not to say more, so he bent down, put his lips to Mo Bei's ear, and softly said two words, "Jiao Yang..."
As expected, Mo Bei's eyelashes on the pillow twitched again, and then her eyes slowly opened.
"Xiao Bei!" Seeing his daughter open her eyes, Mo Wenxiu immediately showed surprise and asked her in a rare gentle tone, "How are you?"
Mo Bei turned around and looked at him. After a while, his eyes began to gather.
"Where is this?"
"This is a hospital, Xiaobei, what do you think? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"I... feel sad."
Could it be that there is a heart problem?
Mo Wenxiu frowned and turned away, "Go quickly, go and call the doctor."
Not daring to neglect, his subordinates hurriedly opened the door of the ward and rushed out to find Mo Bei's doctor.
Soon, footsteps were heard outside, and Mo Bei's attending doctor rushed in from outside the ward with his assistant. When he saw Mo Bei waking up, he immediately walked to her side with a smile.
"Hello, Miss Mo, I am your attending doctor."
"Hello."
"Can you see me clearly?"
"Yes."
"How many fingers are these?"
"3."
…
"You are great." After a simple inquiry, the attending doctor gave her a thumbs up, and then looked at Mo Wenxiu, "Mr. Mo, from the current point of view, everything is normal with your daughter, but just to be on the safe side
, we still need to do some necessary examinations for her, please wait outside."
"Okay." Mo Wenxiu immediately nodded in agreement and gently stretched out his arm to hold his daughter's shoulders, "Xiao Bei, please cooperate with the doctor's examination. I will be back soon."
Taking his men with him, Mo Wenxiu smiled comfortingly at his daughter before leaving the ward.
"You just said one is Jiao Yang, who is the other?"
"Leng Zimo, President of Imperial Vision Group." His subordinate replied.
Mo Wenxiu nodded, "What was the result?"
"Leng Zimo is unharmed, and Jiao Yang has been taken back to the Duke's Mansion by his father to recuperate."
Mo Wenxiu had a look of surprise in his eyes, "Jiao Yang is not dead?"
"No, it's just some skin injuries."
Mo Wenxiu sat down on the chair in the corridor and fell into deep thought. He had originally thought that Jiao Yang would definitely die at that time, and his daughter had given up on this idea. She didn't expect that he could escape death.
