…

Hospital.

A pungent stream of disinfectant filled the air around him, and the clear sound of the instrument 'dripping' passed through his ears crisply.

Luo Jiubai was wearing a white coat, looking at the data on the instrument, and he didn't know what he was writing with a pen.

At this time, alongside.

The old lady Leng put her hands on the crutches with a stern face, and then looked at the lying person on the hospital bed.

There were also several middle-aged men with serious expressions standing beside her, their faces were pale and their eyes were full of sorrow.

I don't know how long it took, but the pen in Luo Jiubai's hand finally stopped.

When he raised his head to look at Mrs. Leng, Mrs. Leng waved her hand and motioned for all the people standing in the ward to go out and wait.

The middle-aged men, who were dressed very formally, glanced at each other when they saw the old lady making this gesture.

Originally, a few people wanted to speak, but after all, they felt that it was inappropriate.

The words that had been held back to his lips were held back again.

Then go out.

…

The moment the door of the ward closed, Mrs. Leng raised her eyelids.

"Just tell me, the old lady, how long will it take for my precious grandson."

Mrs. Leng's words were particularly straightforward.

It seems that she will only say this sentence directly when there is no one.

…

Luo Jiubai's face was not very good, and when he heard Old Lady Leng ask this, Luo Jiubai couldn't help but glance at the hospital bed.

At this time, Leng Fu Xiao was lying there quietly, motionless.

His whole person was like a sculpture that God had just completed, and almost every part of his face was engraved just right.

Leng Fu Xiao's long eyelashes covered his glaring eyes on weekdays, and a few strands of broken hair scattered, covering his sword eyebrows.

Continuing to look down, under the bridge of his high, erect nose was a slightly pale face, not even a little blood.

…

Old Lady Leng: "I let them out, and there are no outsiders here, I know you will be honest with me, so I will ask this sentence directly." ”

"This kid really doesn't know how to feel sorry for himself, and his life has been hard since he was a child, but now, why can't he survive?"

The cold old lady's voice became lower and lower, and her eyes were filled with a layer of mist, as if a white-haired person was going to send a black-haired person.

Luo Jiubai didn't have much feeling in his heart, the only thing he had was disbelief.

For the first time in his life, a person like him suddenly doubted whether his medical skills could be effective, but he had already read the data chart several times and basically determined the results.

Luo Jiubai: "Master, his current situation is not optimistic, but life still exists." ”

"I just don't know if he will be able to wake up on his own during this time."

"If you can't wake up, maybe you will wake up again in the future, which is relatively difficult."

"Generally, in the case of a master, there will be a dangerous transition period, mainly depending on his own willpower."

"As a doctor, I'm not going to jump to conclusions."

…

"Hey!"

Old Lady Leng took two steps in the direction of the hospital bed.

"Don't tell them about this matter first, if the group of old foxes outside ask you how Fu Xiao's condition is, you will say that the situation is stable, and you will wake up in time."

"The Leng family can't be left without an owner for a day. I don't know how many more days I can live in this world. ”