Wei Dongyi was still sleeping, she slept for more than ten hours, even Yong Qingfan helped her change the dressing, she didn't react, through the faint light of the bedside lamp, Yong Qingfan saw clearly how strict the wound on her forehead was.

The wound is not big, but it is very deep, it should have been pierced by a sharp object, and there are traces of scratches next to it, last night in the bathroom, Yong Qingfan asked Wei Dongyi, how did your wound be caused, but Wei Dongyi did not answer her, which made Yong Qingfan feel very frustrated.

Wei Dongyi hasn't woken up yet, her little niece Zhao Jiafei's phone call came, Zhao Jiafei stayed in Beijing for a few months, she neither went back to Xiamen, nor did she go to see Yong Qingfan to find a good psychiatrist for her, although her mother's asexual theory, even Yong Qingfan felt disapproving, but her own sister spoke, Yong Qingfan could only do it.

Zhao Jiafei is a typical two-faced, pretending to be well-behaved and cute in front of her mother, smart and moving, in front of Yong Qingfan, she is simply a Yama prince, her face is so black that she can hardly find where her nose and eyes are, Yong Qingfan resigned herself to picking up her phone, "Zhao Jiafei, what are you looking for me?" ”

"Yong Qingfan, why did you give my phone number to that psychiatrist." Zhao Jiafei's voice was very indignant, and he asked angrily, "Do you know that this is my **?" ”

"You are looking for Xiao Ke for your business, and it is the doctor he contacted for you."

"What am I looking for him? I tell you, don't arrange me with those messy doctors, I'm not sick. ”

"Isn't being polite a disease? You should go directly to a brain doctor, it's useless to find a psychiatrist, your head is broken, and no matter how beautiful your soul is, it can't save your attitude. ”

"I'm sick and it's genetic." In the face of Yong Qingfan's reproach, Zhao Jiafei was not afraid, "It's still inherited from generation to generation, inherited from my aunt's head and her shamelessness, you say yes, auntie." ”

Yong Qingfan chuckled, "Isn't there a saying among you young people that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the waves are more than the next generation, you will go home when you have enough waves, continue to be your good daughter, and honor your mother well." ”

"Heh, a woman who ran away from home in her teens, has the face to teach me how to be a good daughter?" Zhao Jiafei adhered to the principle of not blowing up Yongqingfan's anger and continued to stab her, "Auntie, you have been outside for so many years, have you ever thought about having children?" I advise you not to give birth, if the child is like you, then what can I do, but then again, you can't give birth now, you are almost fifty years old, half of your body is lying in the coffin, or don't harm the next generation, you have done so many bad things, it is better to find a quiet place to live for the rest of your life, and the province will be punished. ”

After she finished saying this, Yongqingfan's side was quiet all of a sudden, Zhao Jiafei waited for a while, and said, "Don't be too sad, my mother said it a long time ago, if my aunt really has no queen, ask me to send you to the end, let you go peacefully, reincarnate in the next life, be a "good daughter", will not make her mother angry, still proud of the spring breeze outside, I don't know how to write filial piety." ”

Yongqingfan has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for so many years, how could she be stimulated by her few words, she just went to make tea, and it was inconvenient to talk back with headphones, but Zhao Jiafei thought that he had won this war again, and sneered over there, "Grandma used to say that if my aunt was lonely outside, I would want to return to her, so long time has passed, my aunt is still lonely, and my grandmother doesn't remember you anymore, you have nothing but money, auntie, what do you have left?" Do you really feel like you've succeeded? Hehe, don't you think you're pathetic? ”

Yong Qingfan's voice paused: "Don't you have to take pictures today?" ”

"You don't have to." Zhao Jiafei may be crossing the street, and Yong Qingfan can clearly hear the car horn on her side in the microphone, "You take care of your own business, don't worry about me, is it clear?" ”

A thirty-year-old woman, who is still so angry, Yong Qingfan let her make trouble, "If you have something, find Xiao Ke, he will help you." ”

"I'll look for you if I have something, who made you owe me." Zhao Jiafei's voice flickered near and far, and he didn't know what he was doing, "I won't tell you, don't look for me if it's okay." ”

The phone was hung up in a hurry, Yong Qingfan took off the headphones, stood up, walked to the bed, bent down and touched Wei Dongyi's forehead, her forehead was very hot, her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was very heavy.

Wei Dongyi was in a fever, Yong Qingfan remembered the private doctor's advice before leaving, and hurriedly flipped out the address book and called Dr. Fan.

Although Yong Qingfan didn't agree with his opinion, she had always maintained the highest respect for the profession of doctors, and after a little thought, she finally nodded and agreed to send Wei Dongyi to the hospital.

She put out the name of the hospital in Wei Dongyi's mouth last night, and asked Xiao Ke to go through the discharge procedures early in the morning, Yong Qingfan didn't like that hospital, and she didn't like Wei Dongyi's emergency contact filled with the word Zheng Chengfeng, she sent Wei Dongyi to the hospital where she was more familiar with the dean, and as soon as she was admitted, she was admitted to the senior ward, and naturally filled in her name on the contact.

Xiao Ke looked at his boss's smug smiling face, a little confused, "Mr. Yong, do I need to send a few people over to guard?" ”

"No, you don't." Yong Qingfan restrained the expression on his face, raised his head, and looked at Xiao Ke expressionlessly, "Let the dean arrange the most professional doctors and nurses, and don't move too much." ”

"I see."

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Wei Dongyi was still sleeping, his face was even worse than when he was in the hotel just now, Yong Qingfan's aura was terrifying, Xiao Ke's feet trembled, "Mr. Yong, I'll go and urge the doctor again." ”

Yongqingfan couldn't hear his words, she sat on the edge of the bed, holding Wei Dongyi's right hand all the time, Wei Dongyi's eyelids fluctuated up and down very much, but she never opened her eyes.

Many years ago, Yong Qingfan also encountered this situation, her mother lay on the hospital bed, lying for a long time, until her father was buried, her mother still did not wake up, Yong Qingfan waited for her for half a year, she had an obsession in her heart, she wanted to tell her the moment her mother woke up, Mom, your youngest daughter is back and will not go again.

Eventually, the mother woke up, but she didn't remember her.

The most lamentable thing is not that the son wants to raise but does not wait, but that it is close at hand, but thousands of miles away.

This feeling is very devastating, Yong Qingfan is scared, she is afraid that after Wei Dongyi wakes up, she will ask her like her mother, Miss, who are you?

Things are people, not everything, full of heart to talk to whom.

Zhao Jiafei was asking, auntie, don't you think you're pathetic?