The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 353: Ink, I am afraid

Feng Ling came over and shook the warm bed of the season to feed the season warm soup.

The warm season did not open the mouth, just silently looked at the direction of the door, silent for a long time before asking: "Will the cervical and spinal nerves hurt, he will wake up?"

Feng Ling’s hand on the spoon tightened tightly.

Although the warm season is not a medical doctor, her basic basic knowledge of the human body must be understood.

The spine and the cervical vertebrae are the key parts of the brain. Even if Mr. Mo did not harm the vitality, it is a miracle to save his life in such a major car accident. However, it is a situation in which he has not been able to escape the danger in seven days of coma. Whether he can wake up or not is indeed an unknown number.

The doctor also said that only 30% of the grasp, if Mr. Mo can't hold it, the result of the treatment is likely to have been awake.

But these can't be said about the season.

But even if it is not said now, the seasonal warming estimate is also guessed.

Feng Ling was quiet for a moment, sitting on the edge of the bed and handing the bowl to her mouth: "Mr. Mo has been in the hospital for a few days. She has hand-picked the soup and handed it to you. You should drink some first."

Mrs. Mo?

The season warmed the chicken soup in the bowl.

Sure enough, Ms. Wanzhu’s cooking is really good, just smelling the chef’s demeanor.

It is hard for her to imagine that Wanzhu was suffering from the pain of losing her son, suffering from the pain of abortion, and insisting on giving her the feeling of giving her soup.

"You drink some, Mrs. Mo's pain and worry will not be less than you, but she is really strong, for Mr. Mo, you have to hold on, especially you, now you have to make up your body, and this soup you drink Yes, Mrs. Mo’s mood is better.”

The season is warm and obedient to take a sip, it is really good to drink, but it does not make people feel unscented.

"How long does it take for him to survive the dangerous period?" After a few drinks, she couldn't drink after the warm season. She asked dumbly.

Feng Ling knows that she can't drink now, put the bowl aside and replies: "I don't know, I still need observation and follow-up treatment. Dr. Qin has already rushed after receiving the news. You can rest assured that the medical environment in the United States is as long as there is a possibility. They will use the best medical treatments to save Mr. Mo."

Feng Ling has already said this to the point. Even if the heart is in a state of catastrophe, it can only maintain the calm of the surface.

They don't want her to be too upset. It's just superfluous now. It's the only thing she can do if she doesn't let them do more for her.

......

After another week, Mo Jingshen was still unconscious, and even after several times of illness, he was rescued.

During this period, the warmth of the season is not good every night, as long as I close my eyes, that is the scene where the black Bentley rushed in front of her. The huge crash and the shock of the sky, she woke up again and again, and then again I can't sleep.

The news that she learned from Fengling’s mouth these days is that Su Xueyi died and died in the car with the self-ignition system. When the Los Angeles police came to investigate, it was indeed the first to think that there was some festival between Su Xueyi and the warm season. Emotional instability is too extreme and wants to go with the warm season, but in the end she died in the exploded car.

When the police went to Sujia for evidence, Su Lao and Su Zhilan did not say much. Only Su Zhilan was distressed when facing the media. Su Xueyi was the best cousin with her. She did not expect her madness to be so serious. I will think of going to the same way with others in such an extreme way...

One thing has piled up the responsibility on Su Xueyi's body. There is no evidence of death. Although the case has not been sloppy, the police have basically confirmed this situation, so the intensity of continuing to search the truth is not so serious.

Even if the season is warm, she is willing to go against Su Zhilan, but she can't go out in the hospital. She didn't wake up. She didn't have the energy to identify or complain. After all, she did have no evidence in her hands.

Su Zhilan’s use of Su Xueyi is really good. Everything is so natural, even the police with a keen sense of smell can’t detect the difference.

The murderer who can harm her miscarriage, the warmth of the season is dead and will not let go!

Time is getting through the day, the warmth of the season can not get up from the very beginning, and after a few days, you can walk around in the ward, and then half an hour later you can go to the intensive care unit of Mo Jingshen occasionally. This room has no glass, no see. The inside of the situation, can not see the people inside, she can only feel the man a few meters away from her across the wall, but inexplicably feel so far away.

The first sentence that wakes up every day during the season is to ask: "Is the ink scene deep awake?"

The answers I got were shaking my head.

A person has been sleeping for nearly twenty days, and the warm season cannot be imagined, but it is probably heard from the doctor's occasional conversation that they say that the worst result is to sleep forever.

The winter night in Los Angeles was really cold. The warmth stood outside the ward of the ink-deep scene. The wall was raised and the hand touched the cold wall. The light in the wall had been extinguished for a long time, but she still refused to leave.

She just wanted to stay with him here, waiting for him to wake up and wait for him to open his eyes.

For many days, such a wall, the warmth of the season reminds me of the relationship between the past life and the ink depth of the world. It is so simple to disappear into one's life. The ink scene deep disappeared in that decade, just like now, silently .

Destiny is like a big joke with the season, she lost everything in her previous life, she thought she was looking back a little bit, but now it seems to be pulling away little by little.

In the past ten years, Mo Jingshen was able to return home safely after ten years. How can he still sleep all the time?

Two days later, the season was warm and no one was in the middle of the night. A man was kneeling outside the ward of Mo Jingshen. She looked out the window and had no moonlight night sky, waiting for him to wake up longer and longer.

It is only a month after the car accident on the day when the warm season has recovered to the point where it can be discharged.

Mo Jingshen has also slept for a month.

Three days ago, the doctor said that he had passed the dangerous period. The life has stabilized, but when will he wake up, maybe he will wake up tomorrow, and he may not wake up for a lifetime.

The warm season wants to stay in the hospital, but was brought back to the Mohist school in Los Angeles by Wanzhu. There is a warm season. Wanzhu thinks that it is also the same as Mo Jingshen. I feel peace of mind when I see the warm season. I don’t want the season to be cold. Every night in the hospital is a daze.

The warm season lies in the bedroom where Mo Jingshen once slept, knowing that his mobile phone is not answered, but still calls him three times a day.

Every time it is turned off.

The warm season once again followed Wanzhu to the hospital, and the ward still could not enter at will.

She has not seen him for a month.

The season is warm in the hallway, holding a mobile phone and sending text messages to Mo Jingshen.

She only made a single sentence.

[Mo Jing Shen, I am afraid. ]

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(There will be no amnesia, don't brush your own plot.)

(End of this chapter)