The storm has stopped, and the island, which had been ravaged by the storm all night, is finally quiet.

The morning sun shines through the windows, and the warmth of the room is sprinkled indoors.

Xia Tian was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and Mu Jinchen was standing by the bed, with a faint tiredness in his eyes that had not slept all night, but more heartache.

"Why isn't she awake yet?" He spoke, his voice dry.

At the foot of the bed, a young man in a white coat sat on a chair, munching on hot noodles and sweating profusely, while not forgetting to give a thumbs up to the old butler standing at the door.

"Uncle Zhong, I haven't tasted your craft for many years, and I can't imagine that it will get better and better."

The old housekeeper smiled, "It's good if Huo Shao likes it." ”

The young man nodded, then looked at Mu Jinchen, and said in a casual tone: "When you called me, it was one o'clock in the morning, and she fainted with a headache, don't worry, when she eases up and sleeps enough, she will naturally wake up." ”

He is a friend of Mu Jinchen and a leader of the younger generation in the field of neurosurgery, Huo Qingsong.

She ...... She really doesn't remember me. ”

Huo Qingsong took out a piece of paper to wipe the oil stains on the corner of her mouth: "I have carefully read her medical records and CT scans, the location of the blood congestion in her brain is too dangerous and not suitable for surgery, and the treatment plan given to her by her attending doctor is indeed the most suitable for her, and it will be treated slowly." ”

Mu Jinchen's good-looking brows furrowed, "Can it be cured?" ”

"The brain is a very complex organ, and it is still a difficult problem for the medical community to overcome. In addition, Miss Xia's illness is not only a problem of brain science, but also involves the scope of psychology, and her attending doctor is not wrong, she still can't remember you, maybe it is more of a heart disease. ”

Huo Qingsong stood up and patted him on the shoulder: "Psychology is a very mysterious thing, even the most inconspicuous moment at a certain moment may be the key to untying the knot." Unfortunately, I can't help you. ”

After speaking, he stretched his limbs and yawned: "In the middle of the night, I asked you to urge you to come to this place where the bird doesn't, and I won't tell you the reward first, I have a seminar at 11 o'clock, and I have to go back first." ”

Mu Jinchen's expression was faint, and he didn't bother to raise his eyelids to look at him.

Huo Qingsong had already guessed that he would be so cold, shrugged his shoulders, but didn't care. It's just that when I walked to the door, I turned back again.

"By the way, helicopter, I'm leaving?"

He received a call from Mu Jinchen in the middle of the night, and Mu Jinchen ordered him to arrive immediately, and he had to come by helicopter. Speaking of which, this helicopter is still Mu Jinchen's.

Mu Jinchen nodded indifferently.

Huo Qingsong then understood. It seems that this friend of his still wants to stay on the island.

Tsk, what a pervert.

The old housekeeper sent Huo Qingsong downstairs all the way, and when he walked out of the villa, Huo Qingsong stopped.

"Ah Chen, how many days of food have he prepared?"

"Seven days."

Huo Qingsong's expression was constricted, and he became solemn, "Uncle Zhong, you look at him more, after all, ......"

He held out his finger and tapped the location of his heart.

"He's sick here."

The old housekeeper's face deepened a little, "Huo Shao, you said, can Miss Xia's appearance be an opportunity to untie the knot between the two of them?" ”

"I'm not sure." Huo Qingsong looked into the distance and said quietly, "I only know that if they can't, both of them will fall into hell." ”

Either heal, or embrace each other and fall into the boundless darkness. Other than that, there is no way out.