Feng Ling came over and shook Ji Nuan's bedside and wanted to feed Ji Nuan soup.

Ji Nuan didn't open his mouth, just silently looked at the direction of the door, and was silent for a long time before asking: "If he hurts the cervical spine and spinal nerves, will he still wake up?"

Feng Ling's hand on the spoon tightened.

Although Ji Nuan is not studying medicine, she must understand the most basic human knowledge.

The spine and cervical spine are both key parts of the brain, even if Mr. Mo did not hurt the vital point, it is indeed a miracle that he can save his life in such a major car accident, but judging from the fact that he has been in a coma for seven days and has not been able to get out of danger, it is indeed unknown whether he can wake up.

The doctor also said that there is only 30% certainty, and if Mr. Mo can't hold on, the result of the treatment is likely to be that he will not wake up all the time.

But these can't be said to Ji Nuan at all.

But even if you don't say it now, Ji Nuan can probably guess it.

Feng Ling was silent for a moment, sat on the edge of the bed, and handed the bowl to her mouth: "Mrs. Mo has been in the hospital for the past few days, and the soup she boiled with her own hands was brought to you by herself, you drink some first." ”

Lady Mo?

Ji Nuan glanced at the chicken soup in the bowl.

Sure enough, Ms. Wanzhu's cooking skills are really good, just smelling like this has the style of a chef.

She couldn't imagine Wanzhu's feeling when she was suffering the pain of losing her son, the pain of her daughter-in-law's miscarriage, and insisting on making soup for her with her own hands.

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

Ji Nuan obediently took a sip, it was indeed delicious, light but not tasteless.

"How long will it take for him to get through the danger period?" Ji Nuan couldn't drink anymore after a few sips, she asked in a dumb voice.

Feng Ling knew that she couldn't drink it now, put the bowl aside, and replied: "I don't know, I still need observation and follow-up treatment, Dr. Qin has already rushed over after getting the news, you can rest assured of the medical environment in the United States, as long as there is a glimmer of possibility, they will use the best medicine and the best medical means to save Mr. Mo." ”

Feng Ling had already said it to this point, even if Ji Nuan's heart was in a state of collapse, he could only maintain a superficial calm.

They don't want her to be too sad, and being sad now is just superfluous, and the only thing she can do is to prevent them from worrying about her more.

……

After another week, Mo Jingshen was still unconscious, and was even critically ill several times and was rescued urgently.

During this period, Ji Nuan couldn't sleep well every day and night, as long as she closed her eyes, it was the scene of the black Bentley rushing in front of her, and she woke up again and again with the huge impact sound and the shock, and then she couldn't sleep again.

The news she learned from Feng Ling these days is that Su Xueyi died, died in the car equipped with a spontaneous combustion system, and when the Los Angeles police came to investigate, they did have a preconceived idea that there was some holiday between Su Xueyi and Ji Nuan, and because of her emotional instability and too extreme partiality, she wanted to die with Ji Nuan, but in the end, she died in the car that exploded.

When the police went to Su's house to collect evidence, Su Lao and Su Zhilan didn't say much, only Su Zhilan said distressed when facing the media that Su Xueyi was the cousin who had the best relationship with her, but she didn't expect her current madness to be so serious, and she would actually think of such an extreme way as to die with others......

One by one, the responsibility is piled on Su Xueyi's body, and there is no evidence to prove it, although this case has not been hastily concluded, but the police have basically determined this situation, so the intensity of continuing to search for the truth is not so serious.

Even if Ji Nuan has the heart to confront Su Zhilan now, she can't go out at all in the hospital, Mo Jingshen hasn't woken up, she doesn't have the energy to identify or accuse, after all, she really has no evidence in her hand.

Su Zhilan's use of Su Xueyi was really good, everything was so natural, even the police with a keen sense of smell couldn't notice anything unusual.

But the murderer who caused her miscarriage, Ji Nuan will not let it go even if she dies!

Time passed day by day, Ji Nuan went from being unable to get up at the beginning, to being able to walk around the ward after a few days, and then to occasionally going to the intensive care ward outside the ink depth of field after half a month, this ward has no glass, she can't see the situation inside, and she can't see the people inside, she can only feel the man a few meters away from her through the wall, but she feels so far away inexplicably.

Every day, the first thing Ji Nuan said when he woke up was to ask: "Is Mo Jingshen awake?"

The answer was to shake your head.

A person who fell asleep for nearly twenty days, Ji Nuan couldn't imagine it, but from the doctor's occasional conversations, he probably heard that they said that the worst result was to sleep forever.

The winter night in Los Angeles is really cold, Ji Nuan stood outside the door of Mo Jingshen's ward, through the wall, raised her hand to touch 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 be here with him, waiting for him to wake up, waiting for him to open his eyes.

After many days of being separated by the wall, Ji Nuan remembered the relationship between his previous life and Mo Jingshen, it is so simple for a person to disappear into life, and Mo Jingshen disappeared so completely in those ten years, just like now, silently.

Fate is like a big joke with Ji Nuan, everything she lost in her previous life, she thought she was getting it back little by little, but now it seems to be withdrawing little by little.

Mo Jingshen in his previous life can return to China unharmed after ten years, how can he stay asleep now?

After another two days, Ji Nuan took advantage of the fact that no one was there in the middle of the night, squatting alone outside the door of Mo Jingshen's ward, she looked at the dark moonless night sky outside the window, and waited for him to wake up for a longer and longer time.

Until Ji Nuan had recovered enough to be discharged from the hospital, a month had passed since the day of the car accident.

Mo Jingshen has also slept for a month.

Three days ago, the doctor said that he had passed the dangerous period and that all aspects of his life had stabilized, but when would he wake up, maybe tomorrow, or maybe he would never wake up.

Ji Nuan wanted to stay with him in the hospital, but he was forcibly taken back to the Mo family in Los Angeles by Wan Zhu, with Ji Nuan there, Wan Zhu felt that it meant that Mo Jingshen was also there, and he felt relieved when he saw Ji Nuan, and he didn't want Ji Nuan to be in a daze every day and night in the cold hospital.

Ji Nuan was lying in the bedroom where Mo Jingshen once slept, knowing that his mobile phone was unanswered, but he still called him three times a day.

Every time it's a shutdown.

Ji Nuan followed Wanzhu to the hospital again, but the ward still couldn't go in at will.

She hadn't seen him in a month.

Ji Nuan squatted in the corridor, holding his mobile phone, and texted Mo Jingshen.

She only sent one sentence.

[Ink depth of field, I'm scared.] ]

(There will be no amnesia stalks, so please don't swipe the screen with your over-speculative plot.) ）