"It would have been unthinkable if the child's father hadn't arrived in time." The doctor said from behind. Li Wan turned around and tried to tell: "He is not..."
"Your wife said that the child's blood type depends on his, so we didn't do a blood test and just drew blood and transfused it. Thanks to these five crucial minutes, otherwise..." The doctor shook his head and handed over a form and said: "Sign
Just one word, hospitalization note."
This time, Li Wan's hands stopped shaking and he calmly signed his name on the hospitalization form, put down his pen and asked, "My son will be okay, doctor?"
"The child has a strong recovery ability and should be hospitalized for observation for a while. There should be no big problem." After saying this, the doctor took the notebook under his arm and left.
Li Wan stood blankly at the door, looking at the two people in the ward, one large and one small, in a daze for a moment. Liu Ziguang on the bed seemed to have turned into his husband. The father and son were connected by blood. The father looked at his son lovingly, and the son was sleeping sweetly. The scene was heartwarming.
Extremely touching.
"Mr. Li, Mr. Li" Wei Ziqian's voice came to his ears. Li Wan woke up from his trance and smiled awkwardly. He took the tissue handed over by Wei Ziqian and wiped the tears on his face. He said, "Ziqian, I won't be here tomorrow."
If you have anything to do after going to the company, you can arrange important issues and call me."
Wei Ziqian nodded and said with concern: "Mr. Li, you should pay attention to your health."
"Okay, I understand. You can go back." Li Wan said.
Wei Ziqian seemed a little reluctant to leave and took a deep look at Liu Ziguang in the ward before saying goodbye to Li Wan and leaving the emergency department.
Li Wan tiptoed into the ward, but he still alarmed Liu Ziguang. He opened his eyes, his eyes were shining with kindness and tenderness, like a considerate husband and kind father. This image was difficult to compare with standing on the rooftop with a sniper rifle and a heroic figure.
Connect with Liu Ziguang, the human being.
"You wake up and sit down." Liu Ziguang said softly, his tone was extremely natural, just like a family member.
Li Wan found a chair and sat down between the two hospital beds, moving very gently for fear of waking his son.
"I just made a lie and said it was the father of the child, otherwise they would definitely delay the child if they insisted on a blood test. Don't be offended," Liu Ziguang said.
"How could it be? It's too late for me to thank you. By the way, do you also have this blood type?"
"Yes, my blood type is also quite strange. I didn't expect it to come in handy today. Speaking of which, the little guy and I are quite destined."
Suddenly, the little boy moved on the bed and murmured something. In the quiet room, you could clearly hear the little boy first mumbling a few times, mum, and then saying inarticulately: Dad, Dad.
Li Wan felt sad and silent for a while, and Liu Ziguang stopped talking as if he had a mirror in his heart. The atmosphere in the ward was a little dull. Suddenly, the nurse opened the door and came in to check the blood transfusion device and said: "800 ml of blood has been transfused, which is enough."
Then he helped the two of them pull out the needle. Liu Ziguang lifted up the quilt on his body, jumped out of bed, and went to get the clothes hanging by the door.
The nurse quickly advised him: "After drawing so much blood, you should take a rest."
Liu Ziguang put on his coat and said, "No need, I'm in good health and it doesn't matter if I draw this little blood." Then he said to Li Wan, "Goodbye, Mr. Li."
I don't know why this call from Mr. Li made Li Wan feel uncomfortable. The warm family atmosphere she had just created was completely diluted by this shout from Mr. Li. But she couldn't say anything, so she could only wave her hands and say softly:
"goodbye."
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Li Wan stayed with his son that night until he regained consciousness the next day. Wei Ziqian was very meticulous in doing things and tightly sealed the news of what happened at Mr. Li's home. Not many people in the group knew about it, so they didn't bother him. Wei Ziqian came over to help Li at ten o'clock at noon.
Wan transferred the child to the ICU ward. In fact, the child's injuries were not that serious, but Li Wan felt that he owed his son too much and wanted to make up for it in this way.
The son recovered so quickly that even the doctor was surprised. After the examination, the attending surgeon said: "The child's injury has healed very well and there will be no sequelae. He can consider transferring to a general ward."
When Li Wan thought about it, she didn't care about the tens of thousands of dollars a day in the ICU. It didn't matter how much money she spent for her son, and she also had the ability. However, the doctors said that her son was recovering well and it seemed unlucky to continue living in the ICU.
I happily transferred my son to a high-end single room.
Li Wan didn't go to work these days. She just used her laptop to access the Internet in the ward to control the company's operations. She also transferred her aunt at home to take care of her son. In addition, the housekeeping company spent a lot of money to hire two caregivers to take care of her son in an orderly manner.
His son likes to eat the tomato butterfly noodles made by his mother the most, so Li Wan went home and cooked a portion of butterfly noodles in person, put it in a thermos bucket and drove it to the hospital in a Volvo.
After getting out of the elevator and arriving at the door of the ward at the end of the corridor, I was about to push the door open when I suddenly heard my son's laughter coming from inside. You should know that your son has not laughed since the accident that day. The doctor said that he was overly frightened and needed to be relieved for a while. It was really not possible.
Seeing a psychiatrist because of this matter, Li Wan secretly shed tears.
The son actually laughed. Li Wan was so surprised that he pushed the door and went in. He suddenly found a man sitting on the hospital bed, having a crazy time with his son. The son was rolling around on the bed happily, his face was red, not to mention how excited he was.
"Baby, be careful of your wounds." Li Wan put down the thermos bucket and rushed over. When the man turned around, who could he be if he wasn't Liu Ziguang?
"Haha, let me see the child. Your son is very cute and brave." Liu Ziguang patted the little boy's head and said with a smile.
"Mom, Mom, Uncle Flying Man said that I am the bravest. When I recover from my illness, I can become Ultraman and specialize in fighting little monsters." My son said excitedly.
I didn't expect my son to remember things so well. I still remember that Liu Ziguang was a flying man. Uncle Li Wan picked up his son, kissed him hard and said, "Xiao Cheng is brave. What did uncle play with you just now?"
"Uncle taught me how to fight monsters. I beat the worst big monster in kindergarten. The big evil dragon. Uncle is Ultraman. I am Ultraman Little."
"Haha, Xiaocheng is the best. Mom made you your favorite tomato butterfly noodles. Hurry up and eat it while it's hot."
Little did he know that his son didn't buy it at all. His little head shook like a rattle: "I don't, I don't, I want to play with my uncle."
"My mother is angry if Xiao Cheng doesn't behave well." Li Wan deliberately made a serious face.
The little boy was still making trouble but refused to eat. Then Liu Ziguang spoke: "Xiao Cheng, this bucket is a cosmic energy block. If you don't replenish the energy, you won't be able to defeat the monsters, and you won't be able to be Ultraman and save the kindergarten."
The little boy immediately sat down obediently and said, "I want to replenish my energy!"
Li Wan smiled and opened the thermos bucket and asked the aunt to put a bib on the child, prepare the utensils and start the meal. Liu Ziguang looked at his watch and said, "Mr. Li, I have something to do. See you later."
"Just leave?" Li Wanyan said insincerely and sent Liu Ziguang to the door. The aunts and caregivers were all there. She didn't want others to see that she had any other feelings for Liu Ziguang.
Besides, Liu Ziguang is his employee after all. There can't be anything between the two of them. With complicated feelings, Li Wan sent Liu Ziguang away. Little did he know that Liu Ziguang's son started making trouble as soon as Liu Ziguang left. He had to look at his uncle to replenish his energy.
Li Wan was so distressed that he couldn't do anything about it.
"Oh my god, how can this happen? Do you have to use power for personal gain and use administrative means to transfer Liu Ziguang to be a male nanny?" Li Wan looked up and sighed.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the ward, three bang bang bang, polite, not light, not serious. Li Wan hurried over and opened the door and said, "The little one is crying and making trouble for you."
The visitor was startled and then smiled: "Since when did Xiao Cheng like Uncle Zhao so much?"
It was not Liu Ziguang who came, but a gentle and elegant man in his thirties, wearing a crisp blue shirt and holding a large bouquet of flowers in his hand.
"Hello, Secretary Zhao." The joy on Li Wan's face quickly dissipated and was replaced by a cold but polite expression.
"Mr. Li is always so polite. I heard that something happened to Xiao Cheng and I came here to visit him. The injury is not serious. I know a few surgeons who are very good at medical skills..."
Li Wan interrupted him and said, "Thank you, Secretary Zhao. Xiao Cheng is fine. It's time for Mother Wu to carry the baby."
Secretary Zhao obviously didn't care about Li Wan's indifference, holding up the bouquet in his hand and saying, "Xiao Li, this is your favorite calla lily."
Li Wan took the flowers and gave them to the nurse, and said calmly but politely, "Secretary Zhao, thank you for the flowers. I should go downstairs for a walk with my son."
Secretary Zhao chuckled and said: "It doesn't matter, you are busy with your work. I have a meeting in the afternoon and I should leave." Then he looked at the Longines watch on his wrist and shouted to Xiao Cheng on the balcony: "Uncle Xiao Cheng is gone.
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The little boy turned around and said politely: "Goodbye, uncle." But there was no smile on his face. It was just the kind of polite reply given by a good tutor.
Secretary Zhao smiled at Li Wan again and turned away.
Li Wan closed the door and walked to the balcony. He frowned and was silent for a long time. In the parking lot of the hospital below, Secretary Zhao got into a Range Rover 6 and sped away.
"Mom, mom, I've finished replenishing my energy. I'm going to find my uncle to be Ultraman." Xiao Cheng said with anticipation, pulling on her mother's skirt.
"My dear uncle Xiao Cheng has gone to fight monsters. It will take a few days before he comes back." Li Wan knelt down to coax his son.
"Mom lies to people. Mom will lie to people!" Xiao Cheng pouted.
"Huh? Why did Xiaocheng say that."
"Mom said that dad went on a business trip to a far, far away place, just to deceive the children in kindergarten and say that I don't have a dad." The little boy said seriously.
Li Wan's nose hurt and he hugged his son.
After finally coaxing his son to sleep, Li Wan thought again and again and picked up his cell phone to call Liu Ziguang himself for the first time.
"Hello, Liu Ziguang. I'm Li Wan. I want to treat you to dinner. I wonder if you have time?"