"Thank you, Miss Xia!" Caesar held out his hand.

Xia Yucheng also stretched out his hand and shook him gently: "No thanks, you are a friend of Teacher Lu, I should help." ”

After speaking, she casually looked at Lu Licheng, who met her gaze with dark eyes......

……

Out of the gate, Xia Yucheng said goodbye to them and got into the car.

"Lu, are your legs really okay?" Caesar asked, looking at the distant car.

Lu Licheng moved his foot slightly, it hurt very much, and he couldn't help frowning. Losing his balance is the easiest way to hurt the place with the prosthesis, and the one upstairs just now really hurt his leg.

"Why don't you go to the hospital?"

"No need!"

"Road," Caesar shook his head, "I don't know what you think?

Lu Licheng looked at the road that had long since lost the shadow of the car, and said in a deep voice: "I just don't want to embarrass her?"

"I don't understand, is it good or bad for her to do this?"

"I hope it's good. ”

Caesar shrugged, went over and grabbed Lu Licheng, helping him to the car.

"Road, don't be too reckless, you can't let the prosthetic take up all your time, your legs won't be able to stand it. Sometimes, all you need is ...... Crutches!" Caesar said, standing outside the car.

"Thank you!"

Caesar's words sounded a little cruel, but Lu Licheng knew that they were true. Sometimes, the truth and ** are cruel and cold-blooded.

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In the evening, Feng Hao had a meal that he couldn't put off, and he went to the hospital by the way after eating.

In front of the glass window of the intensive care unit, a slender woman stood with a slight frown. Li Wanqing had already turned around, saw him, and smiled slightly.

Every time. If Feng Hao came over at dinner time, he would always meet Li Wanqing standing here, rain or shine.

Someone is devoted to his grandmother, and as a grandson, it is impossible for him to refuse.

"Mr. Wind!"

Feng Hao nodded, but did not speak.

I walked to the glass window and looked at Ka Fujiwara lying on the hospital bed inside, and my heart became heavy.

At this time, the doctor followed Zhu Huan over, Feng Hao glanced at Li Wanqing, and stood aside to communicate with the doctor in a low voice about Fujiwara Xiang's condition.

After a while, the doctor knocked on the door of the intensive care unit, and the special care inside, who was fully armed and wearing sterile protective suits and masks, opened the door.

On the other side of the door is the changing room separated from the intensive care room, where Feng Hao and the doctor changed into sterile protective clothing, put on masks and hats and walked into the inner room.

On the hospital bed, Fujiwara Xiang lay quietly, her body full of tubes of various medical instruments.

Feng Hao gently held her thin hand, and her eye sockets were hot.

For a few days, he had been looking forward to a miracle in his heart, hoping that his grandmother would come to his senses and talk to him.

He didn't want her to leave with hatred for Xia Yucheng, he hoped that she could forgive Xia Yucheng because Xia Yucheng was the woman he loved.

The heart monitor was beating regularly, and the sound of "Didi" was suggesting that Fujiwara was still alive.

"Grandma," Feng Hao shouted inwardly, and the pale face on the pillow was calm, looking as if he was asleep.

But when you fall asleep, there will always be a moment when you wake up, and no one knows when Fujiwara will wake up.

(l~1`x*>+``+