Ding Xiaowei suffered multiple fractures all over his body, suffered a heavy blow to his head, lost too much blood, and finally stayed in the emergency room for nearly ten hours before being pushed out in a coma.

During this period, Ding Dong didn't think about tea and dinner, she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, pacing back and forth outside the operating room, until she saw Ding Xiaowei being pushed out by the medical staff without danger, and she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and in an instant she seemed to have lost all her strength.

Fortunately, Feng Chengyu's eyes were sharp, and when he saw that her figure was a little unstable, he reached out to support her in time, so that she didn't let the soles of her feet fall to the ground.

Ding Dong followed the cart step by step, holding on to the side of the bed and looking at Ding Xiaowei with an oxygen mask, only to feel that his face was as pale as paper, without the slightest blood, and even breathing was too light.

Her heart ached, but she was helpless. The hand that grasped the railing tightened and tightened, her throat felt like she was choking on something, and the choking feeling was so sour that she wanted to cry.

The medical staff's face was not very good-looking, and they pushed Ding Xiaowei all the way into the ICU, which stopped Ding Dong and Feng Chengyu at the door.

"The patient suffered a head wound and is now in a very unstable condition, and the chance of recovery is very low, so you have to be mentally prepared. ”

The doctor at the head wore goggles and a mask, and looked at the two of them in a solemn tone.

Ding Dong stood in place in amazement, his whole body was like a lightning strike, and he even began to ring in his ears.

She thought that getting out of danger was to pick up a life, but now listening to the doctor's words, it is difficult for Ding Xiaowei to wake up?

Isn't that just a vegetative state? What is the difference between lying in bed all your life, unable to speak or moving, and dying?

She felt as if the world in front of her had lost all its color, and the noise in her ears had faded away, leaving only a meaningless roar, which grew louder and louder, like a hacksaw, rubbing her reason back and forth, until the last moment, the string that was tight in her head finally broke overwhelmed.

The world is silent again.

The sky was spinning in front of her eyes, and the feeling of suffocation hit like a tide, and a second before she lost consciousness, she subconsciously grabbed Feng Chengyu's wrist, and a burning tear flowed from the corner of her eye.

Ding Dong was sick.

With a high fever of 40 degrees, unconscious, the whole person was lying unconsciously in the Hunan Pavilion, like a broken doll that had lost its soul, pale and emaciated.

Feng Chengyu pushed a lot of schedules and took more time to accompany her. Cai Lao was almost half-admitted to the Hunan Pavilion, and began to take care of Ding Dong's illness, personally infusion and conditioning for her.

She didn't talk nonsense, just closed her eyes and lay quietly on the bed, her lips were quickly burned and her skin was chapped, and the maid could only wipe her regularly with a cotton swab dipped in water, and then use a towel to cool her.

When Feng Chengyu was at home, he quietly held her hand and looked at her most of the time. It was obviously her who had a fever, but he seemed to be seriously ill, and in just a few days, the whole person was losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the already sunken eye sockets looked even deeper.

Feng Xiaochuan was also exhausted, and his blood pressure was so anxious that his blood pressure went up.

Su Kexin and others took turns to see her, but she was too heavy to be unconscious, and it was impossible for her to respond.

Even after Mu Lingchu heard about Ding Xiaowei, he ran to her bedside and sat for a while, didn't say anything, just frowned and looked at her, and was finally blasted out by Feng Chengyu.

She slept in a daze for about a week, the fever in the back subsided, and the vital signs of the whole person gradually stabilized, but she was still asleep.

Feng Chengyu asked Cai Lao, and the answer he got was that heart disease was difficult to treat, she didn't want to wake up, and no one could do anything.

Even Li Man, who had always looked at Ding Dong unpleasantly, rarely didn't mock her with ugly words after hearing about this, but just frowned slightly, and said in an unhappy tone: "It's really an unlucky embryo, and I don't know who I owe." ”

The time has entered autumn, the weather is getting cooler, the servants of the Xiangguan have changed into autumn uniforms, and the fallen leaves in the yard have increased.

At dusk that day, Feng Chengyu pushed off a dinner as usual and returned to the Hunan Pavilion, but Ding Dong still didn't wake up.

He bent down and touched her warm, soft cheek, his fingers lingering on it for a few more moments.

She used to laugh and make trouble, but now she has a sudden change and can only lie here lifeless.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest, and soon gathered his thoughts, withdrew his hand, and turned to take his clothes and prepare to take a shower.

As soon as he stepped into the bathroom, he paused again, and then looked out of the bathroom to the bedroom.

The man on the bed, with a pair of black and white eyes, was looking at him quietly.

Her face was still pale, and her clear eyes were no longer as bright as before.

Feng Chengyu looked at her and felt that his heart was stagnant.

He threw away the clothes in his hand and struggled to get back from the bathroom to the bedroom, feigning composure. He stood on the edge of the bed, looking at Ding Dong condescendingly, his chest rising and falling, but he only said one sentence: "It's really not worrying at all." ”

He almost thought that she was going to sleep with Ding Xiaowei like this.

Ding Dong pulled his lips and showed a smile that was more ugly than crying.

"Am I particularly bad?" she asked.

She almost didn't want to live.

If her existence will bring so many disasters to the people around her, then what is the point of her life?

Those people want to see her die, and she lets them get their wish, is it the only way that she can be let go?

But when she thought of Feng Chengyu, she felt reluctant.

He was now the only person in the world who would be nice to her. Like a touch of warm winter sun, who wants to give up?

Feng Chengyu bent down and put his forehead against her forehead, his voice sounding a little gnashing: "My people, life and death can only be decided by me." The next time you do this, I'll be really angry. ”

Ding Dong didn't hear any anger from his tone, some were just thick fear and attachment.

After speaking, he kissed it fiercely.

Ding Dong didn't refuse, raised his weak arms and wrapped them around his neck, and let him beg for it.

The news of Ding Dong's awakening soon spread throughout the Xiangguan, and Cai Lao was hurriedly called by Feng Chengyu in the middle of dinner, and after listening to it with a stethoscope for a while, he came to a conclusion: "The spleen and stomach are weak, the liver is hot, you have slept for too long, there is no food in your abdomen, eat something easy to digest in the past two days, starch is the best." Avoid meaty, spicy, cold food, otherwise it will cause vomiting and other symptoms. Follow your doctor's advice and take good care of your illness. ”

Ding Dong leaned his head against the head of the bed, and he was stunned to see a bit of helplessness in Cai Lao's eyes.

It was not the first time he had seen a doctor for Ding Dong, and he was also speculating in his heart about this girl's ill-fated fate.

Feng Chengyu sat sideways on the edge of the bed, holding a bowl of white porridge in his hand and feeding her spoonful, Ding Dong took advantage of the gap between swallowing and whispered to him: "Are you abusing Cai Lao?"

Feng Chengyu's movements in his hands paused, and then he continued to feed.

I don't know who is tossing his old man over and over again.