In the emergency ward, Wen Shishi was lying on the hospital bed, her pale cheeks, a few strands of sweat-soaked hair against her forehead, and crystal beads of sweat on the tip of her nose.

Mo Bai sat in front of the hospital bed, like a fossil, looking at her fixedly, without saying a word.

Marco ran around and was in charge of the medical procedures.

The doctor went back and forth several times, and finally the diagnosis was "hypoglycemia".

In view of the fact that Wen Shishi's blood pressure, heart rate, body temperature and other indicators are normal, he suggested that the patient should be taken home to rest and observe, and pay attention to making up for it.

Life safety is no big problem, Mo Bai didn't want to get involved in other issues, according to the doctor's requirements, he took Wen Shishi home.

"This coma and the coma after taking the drug are a situation, both of which are a head-on confrontation between her own body memory and drug toxicity, and she does not need to seek medical attention."

"Is this Lingzun's reply?" Mo Bai asked Marco.

Marco folded his hands at his side and bowed respectfully.

He had never encountered this situation before, and he was also very anxious, and this time this variable brought great uncertainty to the Mo family's plan, which was his dereliction of duty.

"You go out first, we'll wait, maybe ...... No...... So bad. ”

"Okay, then Marco will go out first, and the young master should also take a rest."

Marco exited, leaving a room of silence.

Mo Bai hid himself in the dark, his mood had never been so nervous, he was not familiar with this feeling, so that he didn't know how to alleviate it at all.

He wanted to slam his fist on his desk, he wanted to scream, he wanted to cry uncontrollably, and no matter which one he could, perhaps he would not be in such pain as he was now, and he would have immersed himself in silent despair.

*

Lisa and Mannie change shifts to guard Wen Shishi, and no one knows when she will wake up.

Two weeks later, Wen Shishi, who was in a coma, could only rely on glucose to maintain her life, and Lisa and Mannie cleaned Wen Shishi's body every day so that she could always remain neat and beautiful.

A tornado swept across the east coast of the United States, and everywhere it passed, there was heavy damage.

Pennsylvania was also unfortunately affected, but fortunately there were no tall buildings in the village, and every family had food in stock, although the heavy rain after the tornado temporarily caused a small flood, but the village was on the high ground, although it was also closed, there was no danger.

"Lisa, why isn't Miss Alisy awake yet?" Mannie looked at the dark clouds outside the window and said with some loss.

"Definitely wake up, she probably is...... I haven't found my way back yet. Lisa also glanced out the window, then turned back to look at Alis's beautiful sleeping face.

"The young master is getting more and more emaciated......" Mannie said in a worried tone.

"Well, the young master is very different to Miss Alis......" Lisa stroked Wen Shishi's hair, which grew a lot.

"You say, why doesn't Miss Alisy want to wake up?" Mannie said.

"How do I know this, Marco didn't say that Miss Alisy has some abnormal blood sugar and often falls asleep."

"I don't think so......" Manny said, pursing her lips.

Mannie had taken care of Wen Shishi in Oslo, and she had seen with her own eyes that Wen Shishi had stretch marks, and what that meant, most women who have given birth to her, including herself, understand.

It is said that Miss Alishi fainted in the childcare product section this time, and shouted some words such as "my child", which many people in the store heard, but when she was sober, Miss Alishi did not know that she had given birth to a child......

This is a problem, when it is not normal, it is the truth about yourself, and under normal circumstances, the memory is missing......

"Don't talk nonsense!" Lisa scolded Mannie harshly, she was shrewd, she knew that Miss Alice was abnormal, but she didn't want to inquire about anything, let alone the truth.

In this kind of aristocratic family, there are always some unspeakable things, it is enough to close your eyes, cover your ears, and do your own thing.