Chapter 140: Mortal Feud

Ou Jiazhi's hesitation made Lincier even more suspicious, and he pointed out the door without hesitation.

"You get out!"

Her expression and tone were completely like facing a mortal enemy, completely lacking the temperature when she threw herself into his arms just now.

It turns out that the relationship between them has been frozen to this point?

Well, this was originally caused by him, and it can be regarded as benevolence.

Perhaps, the day the truth is revealed, they will really become mortal enemies......

The corners of Ou Jiazhi's lips twitched, I don't know whether to laugh at Lincier or himself, and as soon as he turned around and left, he was blocked back to the ward by a group of medical staff who arrived in a hurry.

"What's the patient's condition?" The attending doctor asked.

"Doctor, my dad just moved, moved! I poke him on the back of his hand and he'll react! Oh, those two fingers! Daddy, Daddy, woo-woo-" Lincier explained incoherently, crying again with excitement.

Through the overlapping backs, Ou Jiazhi saw the beautiful, but obviously haggard face, tears and smiles like flowers.

The corners of his lips finally raised a small angle, and he walked out of the door silently behind the busyness.

At the door of the ward, he met Jin Meijuan, who came back from laundry.

"Sir, you are ......" she seemed a little surprised.

But Ou Jiazhi ignored it and left with his head bowed.

"Yes, Mom, yes! The doctor said that some medicines will be adjusted, don't get excited, take your time, safety first......" Lincier held his mobile phone and talked to Su Xueqin.

She told her stepmother not to get excited, but she couldn't stop crying with excitement.

Although I hope to be a little smaller than expected, because Dad is still in a coma, he does respond to the doctor's muscle and nerve stimulation!

The doctor said that as long as you maintain reasonable medication and care, there is a good chance of waking up!

"Miss, wipe?" Jin Meijuan smiled and handed over a stack of tissues.

"Thank you." Lincier took it, wiped her tears embarrassedly, and thanked her with a smile, "Meijuan, thank you!" My dad was able to get better thanks to the massage you gave him every day. ”

"That's what I'm supposed to do."

"Don't worry, when my dad wakes up, I will definitely reward you heavily!"

"Poof, you're so polite, miss!"

Lincier thought of one thing, put away his smile, and solemnly instructed: "By the way, my father has a reaction, don't tell the public for the time being." ”

In the same way, she instructed the medical staff.

In addition to Ou Jiazhi, it is very likely that there is an opponent lurking around Dad who is not anyone, for the sake of safety, let the outside world think that Dad is still not getting better.

"Okay, I remember." Jin Meijuan was very sensible and didn't ask why.

"Miss, I'll go to the laundry room to see, is Mr.'s clothes dry?" She asked Lincill.

"Okay, you, I'm not going to leave for now." Lincille nodded.

"Thank you, I'll be back soon."

After leaving the ward, Jin Meijuan did not go to the laundry room, but walked up two floors and flashed into a secluded stairwell.

She took out her mobile phone, typed the numbers one by one, dialed the numbers, and quickly connected.

"Young Master." Even if there was no one in front of her, Jin Meijuan's attitude was extremely respectful, "An hour ago, Mr. Lin reacted!" ”

"Oh?" A few kilometers away, Xiao Qing looked up from the computer, "Is he awake?" ”

"Not yet, but it responds to external stimuli, and the doctor said that there is hope that he will wake up."

Xiao Qing thought for a while, and his expression became slightly solemn, "During this time, you have to be especially careful, there are always people who don't want him to wake up." ”

"Yes, young master! By the way, just now, Mr. Ou came. ”

"O'Jarge?"

"Yes."

"Hehehe." Xiao Qing's eyebrows stretched, and he seemed to smile happily, "So attentive to my girlfriend?" It really didn't disappoint me, President Ouda! Looks like I'm going to work harder to curry favor with dear Syr? ”