Hu Zhongliang saw that Wen Yiran really knew Zhou Xi, so he hurriedly greeted him and said, "Secretary Wen, great, since this old man can see Mrs. Wen's illness, let's go to the ward and show Mrs. Wen!"

Feng Xueying's face is getting worse day by day, and Hu Zhongliang's pressure is getting worse day by day, seeing that Zhou Xi is such a "savior" falling from the sky, how can there be any reason not to hurry up and let him help?

Zhou Xi smiled at Hu Zhongliang, and Hu Zhongliang felt a little fever on his face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Just now, Hu Zhongliang stopped Zhou Xi and didn't let him enter Feng Xueying's ward, and said, "What if you cure him?"

It's only been ten minutes now, but what Hu Zhongliang said has taken a big turn, even if Hu Zhongliang is thick-skinned, he feels a little unbearable at this time.

"Doctor Hu, thank you for your hard work, Xue Ying's illness, you have spent a lot of effort during this time. Wen Yiran can sit in the position of secretary of the municipal party committee, and his ability to observe words and colors is naturally not bad, he saw Hu Zhongliang's discomfort, and quickly said a good word, affirming Hu Zhongliang's efforts these days.

"Secretary Wen, it's not hard, it's the duty of a doctor to save lives and help the wounded, but it's a pity that I can't learn well, so I can't ・・・・・・ for Mrs. Wen" Hu Zhongliang suddenly felt warm in his heart. These days, Hu Zhongliang often works overtime in the hospital until late at night, and early every morning, before other doctors go to work, Hu Zhongliang comes to the hospital to observe Feng Xueying's condition. These bits and pieces, of course Hu Zhongliang would not say it and ask for credit in front of Wen Yiran. Although he has not been able to find out the cause of Feng Xueying's illness, he has been trying to find it.

The best praise for the doctor's efforts is that they have been affirmed by the patient's family, regardless of Wen Yiran's identity and status, which makes Hu Zhongliang feel comfortable more than anything else.

Zhou Xi walked in front, but the movements of Wen Yiran and Hu Zhongliang behind him failed to escape his eyes. Seeing Wen Yiran's style, Zhou Xi understood why his master, General Zhou, valued this Wen Yiran so much. From the perspective of being in the world, among the juniors of the Wen family, Wen Yiran should be the most outstanding one.

Alas, it's a pity that there is no successor to their Zhou family!

In Zhou Xi's mind, the face of the young man he had seen in Sanhe Town a few days ago suddenly appeared in Zhou Xi's mind. If the little master of his family is still alive, maybe he will look similar to that young man. The body shape will be the same, the character will be the same generous, and the eyebrows and eyes will be the same as the master・・・・・・

Zhou Xi shook his head and shook the image out of his mind, he didn't know what was wrong with this time, since he saw that young man, he often thought of that young man unexpectedly. If it wasn't for Lao K's bad thing last time, Zhou Xi might have stayed in Sanhe Town to check Zhou Zhixin's identity.

After Zhou Xi returned to Kyoto, he did not dare to mention Zhou Zhixin to General Zhou. For the sake of his grandson, who died early, General Zhou is such a strong person, and I don't know how many tears were shed. General Zhou's poor health is mostly due to the difficulty of resolving the knot.

At the door of Feng Xueying's ward, Wen Yulong hesitated for a moment before slowly walking in. If it weren't for the fact that Wang Qiuyan in front of the hospital bed was familiar to Wen Yulong, Wen Yulong almost thought that he had gone to the wrong place.

Feng Xueying on the hospital bed was sleeping with her eyes closed, the skin on her face was very loose, and there were a few deep wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth, not at all like the graceful mother in Wen Yulong's memory.

The vicissitudes of life, things are not people.

Unexpectedly, this sentence flashed in Wen Yulong's mind.

Wen Yulun's mother in his impression has always been beautiful and elegant, Wen Yulun never thought that one day, the beautiful and elegant mother would become so old.

Maybe it was the mother-son connection, after Wen Yulong walked into the ward, Feng Xueying on the hospital bed opened her eyes.

"Boss, are you back?" Feng Xueying blinked, afraid that the person in front of the bed was just a phantom. Since Wen Yiran was angry and entered the hospital, Feng Xueying's heart was also under great pressure. The second son Wen Yuxiang has been busy with work and has no time to go home, and the younger son Wen Yulun is of the same mind as the old man, and Feng Xueying can't spit bitterness on him. Only the eldest son Wen Yulong, Feng Xueying feels that she knows her heart best, and there are usually some things, Feng Xueying chatters about Wen Yulong, and Wen Yulong will not be annoyed.

"Mom, my son is back. Wen Yulong nodded, holding back the tears in his eyes, and replied.

Seeing Wen Yulong, Feng Xueying even forgot the look that made her mind, stretched out her hands from the hospital bed, and said in a loud voice: "Come, Yulong, come to Mom's side, let Mom take a good look." “

Wen Yulong saw that Feng Xueying's outstretched hands were no longer as round as they were last year, and there was almost no flesh on the back of his hands, which made him sad to look at. From entering the door to the present, Wen Yulong hasn't had time to ask his younger sister Wang Qiuyan, what disease does his mother have?

At this time, facing Feng Xueying's call, Wen Yulong didn't have time to ask Wang Qiuyan, so he had to walk quickly to the bed, sit on the edge of the bed, and let Feng Xueying's hand hold his palm.

The coldness of the hand made Wen Yulong's heart sink, Feng Xueying's hands were so thin that only skin and bones remained, and the green tendons on the back of his hands appeared hideously. Extraordinary coldness, strange emaciation, all this, does it mean that the mother's situation is not optimistic?

Wang Qiuyan is a person with eyes, when Wen Yulong walked into the ward, Wang Qiuyan just smiled and nodded, which was regarded as saying hello to Wen Yulong. At this time, seeing Feng Xueying's eager look after seeing Wen Yulong, Wang Qiuyan's face did not change in the slightest, but silently took the basket in Wen Yulong's hand and took the food out of the basket in the same way.

The aroma of food came out and gradually filled the room.

Feng Xueying, who had just held Wen Yulong's hand to tell her about her separation, sat up eagerly after smelling the fragrance of the food, and shouted, "Qiu Yan, do you have something to eat? Hurry up and bring me a bowl." “

In the past few days, Wang Qiuyan has been accustomed to seeing Feng Xueying's appearance, but she didn't care, but Wen Yulong was taken aback by Feng Xueying's performance.

Feng Xueying is an elegant person, even eating is chewing slowly, Wen Yulong really has never seen Feng Xueying look so eager to pounce on food.

Wen Yulong was stunned, Feng Xueying had already gobbled up breakfast with the help of Wang Qiuyan. Aunt Wang's breakfast for Feng Xueying was sumptuous, in addition to a large bowl of cabbage and pork dumplings, there were also four boiled eggs, plus a large plate of stewed pig's feet.

Wen Yulong remembered that over the years, Feng Xueying never ate meat for breakfast, even if Wen Yiran liked dumplings and meat for breakfast, Feng Xueying insisted on eating her multigrain porridge, saying that she should eat light breakfast and be in good health.

But now, Wen Yulong looked at the stewed pig's feet that he felt tired, and Feng Xueying actually ate a piece without a piece left.