In the hospital, Ling Feng sneezed a few times, and couldn't help but pick up his mobile phone, the screensaver on the screen was a photo of his wife holding his two sons, and several people on the screen were smiling, warm and infinite, and his heart was warm when he saw it.

I dialed my wife's mobile phone, but it didn't connect.

Zhou Xiaoyu looked at the phone showing that her husband's call didn't care about him, rang a few times and quieted down, she unconsciously raised a presumptuous smile, Xiaoyi, whoever made him angry with her was just to block him!

It didn't take long for Bai Zichuan to rush to Ling Feng's ward and roar at him indiscriminately......

Ling Feng didn't say anything, he knew that this must be another sweet trouble caused by his wife, so not only did he not get angry, but instead curled the corners of his mouth in a comfortable mood.

Laughing? He's not mistaken, right? The scolded dog is still laughing?

Bai Zichuan fainted, feeling as if he had punched the cotton, almost dying of anger, "Do you have a conscience?" He was about to vomit blood, could he still laugh?

Ling Feng suppressed his emotions, and waved his hand impatiently to send Bai Zichuan away: "Okay, you can return it endlessly, go back, help me watch the company." ”

Feeling that his bottom line was being challenged, Bai Zichuan wanted to be furious, Ling Feng rolled his eyes and spoke: "Xiaoyu intends to be Huaining's godmother, will I cut off his ration......s?

“...... Didn't you say you wanted Lan Wei to come back to work?" Bai Zichuan asked a little unconvinced.

"Did you hear it with your own ears?" Ling Feng asked rhetorically.

"Uh...... Is it wrong for your wife to say it herself?"

"That's interesting...... Whatever you think, anyway, now that my meaning is very clear, don't you understand?"

Dizzy...... Could it be that Xiaoyu put it in the position again? In other words, it is really difficult to figure out the thoughts of the two of them, and sometimes they can't guard against it! Just like now, who do you think you should believe? In other words, it is difficult to be a subordinate now, and it is even more difficult to be a subordinate of the two of them!

Bai Zichuan returned to the company in embarrassment like a defeated rooster, but he didn't mention the stubble just now.

Zhou Xiaoyu also wondered, it stands to reason that Bai Zichuan's temperament was put on by her like this, and she should have come to her angrily to settle accounts, how could she not make trouble with her? Alas, the thoughts of the employees are really getting more and more difficult to figure out......

Besides, Mo Zichen's side, everything was ready, just waiting for Gu Beimo's numbing strength to pass, and after stabilizing a little, he left by plane, but Mo'er fell ill. Looking at Mo'er, who had a high fever and was still in a state of confusion, Mo Zichen had to make a decision to postpone his return to Kyoto.

Wen Qing lay in front of the bed, holding her daughter's hand and asked Mo Zichen with a worried face: "Why hasn't the fever subsided?

Mo Zichen leaned over and tried her daughter's forehead, hid the worry on her face, and comforted Wen Qing in front of the hospital bed: "Don't worry, a cold and fever are not a bad thing, when the good cells in Mo'er's body defeat the bad cells, her body will get better and better, and she will be more resistant than before." ”

"But, after all this time, why are you still confused?" Wen Qing was so anxious that her eyes turned red again.

Mo Zichen pulled her up, and patiently wiped away the tears from her eyes, "Don't worry, Qing'er, I won't let her have anything to do, do you believe me?" Mo'er is also his daughter, and he will never let her have any mistakes.

Wen Qing nodded tiredly, "I believe you." ”

"If you believe me, go to the next room and get a good night's sleep, you seem to have been squinting for less than two hours since last night, right?" Mo Zichen coaxed distressedly.

"I'm not sleepy, I'm going to watch Mo'er wake up. She wanted Mo'er to wake up and see her first. She was afraid that Mo'er would be afraid if she didn't see her when she woke up.

Mo Zichen gently touched her head, "No, you can't stay up anymore, if you stay up again, you should be tired, who will take care of Mo'er when you fall?"

"But, Mo'er wakes up and can't see me......"

"I'll wake you up, I'll call you up when Mo'er wakes up, okay?" Mo Zichen softened his voice, his eyes full of distress.

"Okay, Mo'er is awake, you must call me. Wen Qing told uneasily.

"Well, go ahead, I asked someone to buy you looser clothes, you can take a bath in the next room, but the conditions are almost bad, you can make do with washing and changing into sleep, comfortable!" Mo Zichen said jokingly.

“...... Thank you. Wen Qing was moved, not because of a piece of clothing, but because of the sincerity she felt was commendable.

"Are you so polite to me? What old husbands and wives have you seen who still say thank you?" Mo Zichen smiled even more, and pushed her out as he spoke.

When Wen Qing heard this, her face was on fire, and they ...... When did they become old husbands and wives?

In my memory, there are not many intersections between them, but they are unforgettable. It doesn't seem very appropriate to describe it as an old husband and wife, but she doesn't object to this word either.

Although they are not husband and wife, the most important place in each other's hearts for many years still lives with each other, as if they have never been separated, and it can still be said that the past can be described as a young couple.

In this way, Wen Qing blushed and lowered her head and disappeared into the ward.

Shy...... Mo Zichen unconsciously bent the corners of his lower lip, rubbed his temples with a faint pain, turned around and sat on the chair that Wen Qing had just sat on, looking at his daughter with a flushed face and hot body, his smile slowly disappeared, and a trace of worry almost imperceptibly climbed up his eyebrows.

Mo Zichen rubbed his face and thought: Daughter, you must not have any problems, Dad has not fulfilled his responsibilities as a father for a day, you can't help but give me a chance.

I think he has been practicing medicine for many years, he has never been so nervous, he has always been very demanding of himself, very strict, and full of confidence in his medical skills, so he created a world-famous research institute in Kyoto, he wants the world to remember him, he wants to show his strength in the field of medicine, make some achievements, so he has worked hard until now.

Today, he suddenly felt very frustrated, he had tried his best to save many, many people, but now he was frightened by a small illness of his daughter, and even wished to use all his life's learning on her, just so that she could wake up in a hurry, only for her to be safe and happy.

Wen Qing took a shower and didn't go to bed, but changed into a white bat sweater and a pair of straight gray woolen pencil pants that Mo Zichen had just bought and walked out of the door, she was going to see Gu Beimo.

Because he has been taking care of his daughter, he hasn't bothered to go up to see if he has woken up.

In Gu Beimo's ward, his hair was a little gray, and his father Gu, who was a little distressed with vicissitudes of life, sat in front of his hospital bed and took care of him.

Wen Qing felt guilty in her heart, knowing that since she walked into the mountains four years ago, she had never left the intimate care of the father and son, and she had never done anything to help them except for causing them trouble again and again.

Now, Gu Beimo has suffered such a serious injury for Mo'er, but she can't repay it, and even takes Mo'er, who treats him as her own, away from him, she feels sad when she thinks about it.

"Wen Qing is here?" Father Gu couldn't help but say as he looked at Wen Qing, who had been in a daze for a long time by the door.

"Uncle Gu......" Wen Qing looked at the bloodshot old man in front of her, her heart tightened, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"Hey, come and sit. "Father Gu likes Wen Qing very much, once saw his son gradually smile because of her, and once thought that she would become his daughter-in-law, until Mo'er was born, until he and his son got back together, he slowly found out that it was not like that.

In fact, he is not a traditional and dull old man, and he does not have any prejudices and opinions about Wen Qing because she has someone else's child, he thinks that as long as his son likes it, what does it matter if he is right? He can not care, he and his son have mentioned marrying her, he will treat Mo'er as his own, but he didn't think about it but was rejected by his son.

Wen Qing nodded and walked to Gu Beimo's bed, lying on the bed, his face was pale, the color on his lips had faded, and his bloated feet like zongzi hung high, which made Wen Qing couldn't help but cry.

"Alas!" Father Gu sighed, took the cigarette pouch and walked to the corridor outside the door to smoke.

Xu was woken up by Wen Qing's sobbing voice, and it seemed that he was woken up by a foot injury, anyway, Gu Beimo's face wrinkled, and then opened his eyes.

Wen Qing hurriedly wiped away her tears: "Are you awake? With that, she couldn't wait to run out.

There is a pager here, why does she have to run out and call Gu Beimo felt funny, but the pain in his heart at the moment made him unable to laugh.

In less than a minute, a medical team of more than a dozen people walked into Gu Beimo's ward with Mo Zichen.

Several people looked at the data on the surrounding instruments and analyzed his injuries and Mo Zichen one by one:

Normal blood pressure.

Blood velocity is normal.

The closure rate of the bone is 100%.

Ischemia is forty percent.

......

Listening to his own analysis, Mo Zichen nodded, "Give him a blood transfusion, and by the way, give him some nutrient solution." ”

"Okay, got it. ”

The medical staff walked out of the ward, and Mo Zichen walked over and sat on the edge of the bed: "It will hurt a lot during this time, if you really can't stand it, you can ask them to give you painkiller injections." ”

Gu Beimo was sweating profusely, and answered the question: "What about Mo'er, how is Mo'er? Are you okay?"

"She had a fever, but it wasn't a big deal. Mo Zichen looked at him with complicated eyes and said.