The woman pushed the door open.

Meng Yao raised her head, there was a small clinic inside, obviously a private one, with incomplete equipment, let alone cleanliness and hygiene.

The people inside walked out, and the woman said hello and pulled Meng Yao over, "This is the young man's daughter-in-law, come and see how he is." ”

"Are you his wife?" Lao Zhao narrowed his eyes, sighed and shook his head, "His brain stem is damaged, compressing the cranial nerves, although the operation is successful, but I don't guarantee that he can wake up, even if he does......"

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, and Meng Yao roughly guessed it, she choked in her throat, and tears burst out of her eyes inexplicably, "Will it affect intelligence and memory?"

"It's possible," Lao Zhao walked to the side and washed his hands, "You go in and see him, but I'm tired, your name is Xiao Ran, right? This young man is going to die and still call your name, it's really infatuated." ”

“……”

The woman next to her patted her, "Xiao Ran, what's your last name?"

"I," Meng Yao blurted out somehow, "My surname is Tong." ”

"Tong Ran, this name is beautiful. ”

Meng Yao lowered her head, said nothing, and turned to walk in.

Inside was a hospital room, which was also very simple, and on the wooden bed in the middle, a man with his head wrapped in gauze lay quietly.

Meng Yao's eyes stabbed.

Luo Xiao's body was changed into a clean cotton shirt, and the hands hanging down his side were full of traces of tree branches, and he looked more and more pitiful when he was medicated at this time.

She walked over and sat down lightly on the stool next to her, Meng Yao carefully took Luo Xiao's hand, she lowered her head, her cheek rubbed against the back of his hand, "Hall Master......"

Luo Xiaojun's face turned pale, his eyes closed, and his breathing was so weak that it almost disappeared.

"Hall Master," Meng Yao raised her hand to touch his face, he was very thin, there was almost no flesh on his cheeks, she shouted again, "Luo Xiao, you can't have anything, you still have me, and the child......"

She stood up and let his hand rest on her lower abdomen.

"Do you hear me? This is your child. ”

Luo Xiao didn't move, the gauze on his head was still oozing with tiny beads of blood, Meng Yao lowered his head slightly, and gently dropped a kiss on his forehead.

She did not go back with the woman, but stayed in the village.

Meng Yao would come over every day after waking up, she sat on the edge of the hospital bed, talking to him over and over again, she knew that Luo Xiao couldn't hear, but she still had to say, from morning to afternoon, to sunset, to the deep dew at night......

It wasn't until the twenty-seventh day that Luo Xiao woke up.

Meng Yao didn't expect him to open his eyes, she was stunned in place, and almost knocked over the basin in her hand that wiped his body.

"Hall, hall master?"

She held his hand excitedly, Luo Xiao's expression didn't fluctuate much, he was still very weak, and he didn't have the strength to raise his eyes, "You ......"

"It's me, you're fine, it's okay......" Meng Yao cried, she leaned down and hugged him, "I thought you would never wake up again." ”

Luo Xiao was lying down and couldn't move, Meng Yao hurriedly turned around to go out to call Lao Zhao, but before he stepped out, he heard the man's hoarse voice, "Who are you?"

Meng Yao was stunned again, she looked back, unable to react for a long time, "Hall Master, you ......"

Luo Xiao opened his eyes and looked at the uneven ceiling, he frowned slightly, "What does the hall master mean?"

"You ......" Meng Yao turned around and walked back, she stood by the bed, staring at the man's handsome and emaciated face, "Don't you recognize me?"