"Mr. Zhang... Mr. Zhang... ”

In a daze, I felt a palm on my forehead, and someone was calling me.

When I opened my eyes, I immediately saw Assistant He's delicate face. The face is spinning, and so is the ceiling above the face.

"Hmmm... ”

I immediately closed my eyes again, struggling to open my dry lips and moan. I felt like my head was going to crack, and there was a fire burning in my throat. The whole body is so sore that it hurts there.

"Oh my God!"

I heard Assistant He arranging the wine bottles on the coffee table. I could feel the horror on her face. I wanted to sit up in a daze, but I didn't have the energy.

"Did Jane come back? ”

I heard Assistant He talking on the phone at the front desk. I tried to stop her, but I thought about it and fell asleep again. Then I tried to stop the problem and kept falling asleep. Sometimes I feel as if I'm on the clouds, sometimes I feel like I'm falling into the abyss. I heard noises, felt a tingling in my wrist, and felt a cool liquid flow down my throat. In my hazy consciousness, I knew that I had played too much and drunk myself to the hospital.

I don't know how long it took for me to wake up again. When I opened my eyes, I saw the white ceiling and the hanging pins that were high up. I couldn't help but smile bitterly: sure enough, it was in a hospital room.

My head was still heavy, and it hurt a little, but at least I was much more awake. I moved my body, but fortunately, I didn't feel numbness there, but I didn't have any strength.

Here the door opens "stuck". I looked up and saw my daughter walk in first, then my daughter-in-law, then my son.

"Dad!"

My daughter called me, and then my son called me. I let out an "um" and tried to sit up. My son hurriedly reached out to help me, and I felt his hand on my back tremble a little. I sat up. My daughter-in-law kept looking at me with a cold film. I noticed that her eyes were a little red and swollen, apparently crying. They gathered around my bedside and remained silent.

"Dad drinks soup, Mom boils. ”

The daughter handed over a thermos. The son hurriedly reached out to take it, unscrewed the lid of the pot and poured out the soup.

"Why don't you drink yourself to death. ”

The daughter-in-law, who had endured it for a long time, finally broke out. "Mom!" the son immediately stopped her, glared at his mother, and reached out to hand the soup to my lips: "Dad, drink the soup." ”

"I'll do it myself. ”

I reached out and took the soup and took a breath. It's a little hot. I returned the soup to my son.

"Get out of the hospital. ”

I said to them, "I'm fine, let's go home." ”