"Little vinegar, how do you feel, do you recognize Dad?" Vinegar Wensheng walked to Vinegar Tan's bed with some unsteady steps and asked her.

Vinegar Tan smiled at him, nodded slightly, and made an "um" sound.

This slight smile made my father's eyes red directly, as if the whole world that had been lost had returned to its place.

Tan Shiping came to the side of Vinegar Tan silently, and Vinegar Tan saw her mother crying for the first time.

Vinegar Tan wanted to be comforted, but she was on a ventilator before, and now her throat was still a little uncomfortable, and Vinegar Tan called out "Mom" very hard, and her voice was hoarse and didn't look like her own at all.

"Mom is here, you lie down well, don't talk yet." Ms. Tan reached out and straightened Vinegar Tan's hair.

"Director Li, what's wrong with my daughter?" Vinegar Wensheng tried to maintain his emotions, he didn't want to cry in public.

"It's okay, I just got off the ventilator, and I didn't feel comfortable with it, this situation is normal, and it won't have any impact on future speech.

We have just done various check-ups for her, and her body is responding well.

Now I will be transferred to the VIP ward, have a blood test, and then be hospitalized for observation. Director Li's words finally made Vinegar Wensheng put down his heart to mention again.

He had been tense for too long, and he was almost at the limit of his body.

After hearing the doctor's words, he collapsed directly to the ground.

After the vinegar Tan accident, Vinegar Wensheng spent time in three states: worrying about his daughter, comforting his "ex-wife", and deep self-blame.

He never had a moment of calmness, and the calmness of Vinegar Wensheng was pretended from beginning to end.

Now he can finally stop pretending.

He was so tired that he fell asleep not so much as he collapsed and passed out.

When Vinegar Wensheng woke up again, he thought he was still in a dream.

The VIP ward had two beds, and he lay on top of one of them, with fluids.

Ms. Tan lay on the other bed, as if she was sleeping quietly.

There is nothing strange about these two things.

What made Vinegar Wensheng feel unreal was that his baby daughter, Vinegar Tan, was sitting on the edge of his bed peeling apples.

This must not be true, vinegar Tan will also peel apples?

Vinegar Wensheng was too excited, and he didn't grasp the point, the key was not the apple, but the vinegar Tan.

How could this person, who was still fighting against death at the Ghost Gate just now, sit next to him and peel apples?

Vinegar Wensheng reached out and touched Vinegar Tan.

There is temperature.

He pinched himself again.

There are feelings.

So it's not a dream.

Vinegar Wensheng hurriedly sat up from the bed: "Little vinegar, why are you up?" You hurry up and lie down. ”

"What are you lying down, the doctors all said, we are a family of three, and I am the one with the best physical indicators now. If you hadn't been lying in this bed for a day and a night and not wanting to get up, I would have been discharged from the hospital yesterday. Vinegar Tan smiled and talked to Vinegar Wensheng.

The conversation between the father and daughter woke up Ms. Tan, who was sleeping on the bed next to her.

"You are cowardly, you say it directly, I can reluctantly help you, what does it mean that you are sitting on the ground directly in public, and you have a close contact with the floor directly?" Ms. Tan was already speaking to Vinegar Wensheng in the most "normal" tone.

This ridiculous sentence was like a sedative, which directly dispelled all the doubts in Vinegar Wensheng's heart.

So, everything in front of you is real.

The little vinegar vinegar is really okay already.

Vinegar Tan was not sick in the first place, and her high fever came fiercely and went extremely quickly.

After the shock, Vinegar Tan's heart went into cardiac arrest twice, followed by a deep coma, three days and three nights.

After that, it was the scene where Vinegar Tan woke up.

From the time Vinegar Tan woke up and was pushed out of the intensive care unit, to the time Vinegar Tan's physical indicators met the discharge criteria, there was only two or three hours in total.

What Vinegar Tan just said is definitely the truth, if Vinegar Wensheng hadn't fainted (tired) and fell (asleep) for more than ten hours, Vinegar Tan would have been discharged from the hospital yesterday.

The brain is not burned, the organs are not burned, everything is as if nothing happened.

The vinegar tan, who had been closed around the ghost gate, was about to be closed again, as if he had not been hit at all.

It's time to eat, it's time to talk.

Vinegar Tan's mood is not bad, this hospital is not like a hospital at all, not only the environment is good, but there is no smell of disinfectant water that she hates.

Vinegar Tan is like a trip to the hospital and a vacation.

I was ready to be discharged from the hospital with a relaxed body and mind.