Chapter 32: Did You Cook Yourself?
After reading Rong Zheng's military ID, the doctor no longer dared to stop him.
"Thank you."
Wen Wen hurriedly thanked Rong Zheng and followed the doctor to change his clothes and go in.
On the operating table, the unconscious Wen Min's face was as white as snow.
Not angry at all.
She was still transfused with blood, and other doctors were also rescuing, but no one woke up.
Wen Wen didn't care about anything else, rushed over and took a clean measuring cup, took half a cup of spiritual spring water and poured it into Wen Min's mouth.
Before she gave Zhou Lihong to drink spiritual spring water every day, Zhou Lihong's body was obviously much better than before.
Maybe giving Wen Min a drink can also make her wake up as soon as possible.
"Hey, what do you feed the patient?"
The attending doctor of the rescue saw the warm behavior and anxiously wanted to come over and snatch the measuring cup in her hand.
But it was too late.
Most of the cups of spiritual spring water were fed to Wen Min's mouth.
"Nonsense, who are you, who let you in?"
Wen Wen ignored him, staring at Wen Min without blinking.
The attending doctor was even more angry:
"You give me out at once, if the patient has three longs and two shorts, can you be responsible? Get her out of here! ”
The doctor who came in with warmth panicked.
Just as I was about to explain, I heard a sudden faint cough.
Wen Min moved on the operating table, and hissed softly: "Hurt ......"
The warm hanging heart was relieved.
"Sorry doctor, don't bother you to rescue the patient, I'll go out."
Zhou Lihong and Wen Jing, who were waiting outside, were going crazy.
Seeing Nuan come out, he hurriedly grabbed her hand: "Xiao Nuan, what's wrong with your second sister?" What's wrong with her? ”
"I've woken up, and the doctor is still rescuing."
Hearing this, Zhou Lihong breathed a sigh of relief, but tears flowed down.
In the end, it's his own flesh and blood, no matter how willful Wen Min is,
She also hopes that her daughter is safe and sound.
"Battalion Commander Rong, thank you just now."
Warm and solemn thank you to Rong Zheng, if there was no Rong Zheng's help just now,
She certainly won't be able to get into the operating room so smoothly.
Rong Zheng raised his eyebrows: "From the time we know it now, it seems that you have been saying thank you to me." ”
Warm stunned, really.
Since the first meeting in the mine, Rong Zheng seems to have been helping her.
Wen Wen smiled and was about to speak, when the door to the operating room opened.
"The patient is out of danger, so he will be sent to the ward for observation first."
"Thank you, doctor, thank you."
The doctor said a few more precautions and left.
Sent Wen Min into the ward, Wen Wen thought about it, and went to find Rong Zheng:
"Battalion Commander Rong, there is something I may have to trouble you."
"What's the matter?"
"Before, Regiment Commander Zhao said that he could give me a place for the autumn recruitment, I thought, can you give this place to my second sister?"
Hearing her words, Rong Zheng glanced inside the ward.
Just now he heard Zhou Lihong say that Wen Min was an ectopic pregnancy, and he also knew that Nuan Nuan's three sisters were not married yet.
But Rong Zheng has never been a nosy person, and he bowed lightly:
"This is a quota for you, naturally it is up to you to decide, you just have to agree."
"Thank you......"
Wen Wen was about to say thank you, but was interrupted by Rong Zheng:
"What, thank you again?"
“……”
Warmth felt that the scene became awkward for a while.
"Well, why don't I treat you to dinner sometime?"
Otherwise, she always thanked her verbally, which seemed to be too perfunctory.
But the warmth of the heart was not much hope.
After all, after these few contacts with Rong Zheng,
Although this man did not hesitate to give her help several times,
But she can still feel the coldness in her bones.
Thinking like this, Rong Zheng spoke: "Are you cooking yourself?" ”
"Huh?"
Warm and slightly stunned, he hasn't spoken yet,
Rong Zheng's next sentence made her face turn green.