"Tong Dye!"

Chen An rushed towards her in shock, Tong Ran only felt lightheaded, and her whole body hurt as if she was about to fall apart, she looked in the direction where Mo Nanjue fell, but she couldn't see anything clearly......

***

The night is getting darker.

Tong Ran slept all day before waking up, and when she opened her hazy eyes, she saw a snow-white color.

The nurse pushed the door in, "Are you awake?"

Tong Ran opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse, her back hurt bitingly, and her hands were still wrapped in gauze, she wanted to sit up, "I ......"

"Well, you can't move," the nurse hurriedly walked over and pressed her shoulder, "you need to recuperate now." ”

Tong Ran had to lie back, she looked at the drip bottle, her eyes were sour, "Mo Nanjue, he ......"

"Jue Shao is fine, Young Master An is taking care of him, don't worry," the nurse slowed down her drip, "Don't get up, just ring the bell if there's anything." ”

Tong Ran breathed a sigh of relief suddenly, it's okay......

She reached into her lower abdomen and closed her eyes.

She didn't ask about the child, and the nurse thought she had misunderstood, so she hurriedly explained, "The baby is still there, fortunately, the chair is smashed on your back, if it is smashed in the abdomen, it will be terrible." ”

"Thank you. ”

Tong Ran opened his eyes, and his feelings didn't fluctuate much, "When can I get out of bed?"

"I don't know much about this, I'll let Young Master An come to see you in a while," the nurse turned around and walked outside, "Miss Tong, you sleep a little longer, someone will bring a nutritious meal later." ”

The door was closed, the room was quiet, Tong Ran raised his hand to his forehead, only to feel a splitting headache, devilskiss......

Is there really nothing there can do but Luo Xiao?

……

Intensive care unit.

Mo Nanjue was lying flat on the hospital bed, his face was pale, he was wearing an oxygen mask, his hands and feet were fixed with leather ropes, and the drip was inserted into the back of his right hand, reflecting the white skin with bruises.

Chen An walked in in white, he untied the leather ropes, leaned over, and pressed his collarbone with both hands, "Jue?"

Mo Nanjue didn't respond, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he wasn't sleeping well.

Chen An looked at his right hand, he pressed his wrist, the pulse was very weak, Chen An pulled out the drip, and then turned on the detector on the side.

The red lines shone along the side of Mo Nanjue's face, and after the hospital bed was retracted and pushed into the instrument, Chen An walked out of the ward and operated the computer outside to give him a full body examination.

An hour later.

Chen An walked in and tied him again, Mo Nanjue's face did not improve, he was still pale, Chen An covered his shoulders with a quilt, and the air conditioner was adjusted to a constant temperature before turning around and walking out.

The nurse knocked on the door and walked in with a sealed bag.

"Young Master An, this is Jue Shao's inspection report, Director Liu asked me to hand it over to you. ”

Chen An stretched out his hand to take it, his movements were a little eager, the conjecture in his heart was infinitely magnified, and even lined with panic, he tore open the sealed bag and pulled out the A4 paper.

It is all written with professional terms, and only professional people can understand it, Chen An swept ten lines at a glance, and each one was turned very quickly, looking for certain words.

Flipping to the last one, he made a sudden move.

The nurse looked at his instantly pale face and frowned puzzled, "Young Master An, what's wrong with you?"

Chen An stood in place, his eyes swept over the seven words on the A4 paper, like a thunderbolt flashing overhead, and it exploded with a bang, almost blinding his eyes.