After relieving herself, Zhou Jiao refused to let Dr. Zheng come to the door. She knew her physical condition, and her spirit had been too tight just now.

Now I don't know which grandson of the Cheng family had an accident, and I don't know what the condition is, so their mother and daughter should immediately go to the hospital to accompany the old lady.

"You rest at home, I'll just go."

Zhou Jiao was still a little tired of explaining, so she went out of the study and picked up the coat, hat and scarf hanging in the living room and began to put them on her body.

"It's so stubborn, just like your dad!" After Miao Lishan finished talking, she helped her out of the yard uneasily, "Walk slowly, the car didn't come so quickly." ”

The early spring has not yet come, and the streets are very lonely at night, with only a few shadows of people appearing occasionally.

The car passed all the way, and when it was about to reach the military general hospital, it was drizzling outside, and his hand reached out of the car window, which made people feel excited.

The hospital is not a good place, especially the operating room, which always makes people have bad associations.

When Zhou Jiao came over, Mrs. Cheng was waiting outside the door of the operating room with the old man, and there were Cheng Ruzhu and his wife and the guards around her.

At this moment, all the people were very serious and kept looking at the operating room.

Zhou Jiao pressed her chest, trying her best to make her heart less alive.

Watching her mother walk to the old lady's side, she walked up to Cheng Ruzhu by herself and asked quietly, "Sister-in-law, how is the situation now?" ”

"I'm not very optimistic, I'm still rescuing."

Zhou Jiao only found out at this time that Cheng Ruzhu had a pair of red and swollen eyes under the light, she opened her mouth, and suddenly found that any words of comfort were useless.

After waiting for a long time, a middle-aged soldier who she was relatively unfamiliar with came into the corridor, and walked up to Cheng Lao accompanied by several soldiers.

"Chief's ......"

Cheng Lao shook his head at the other party, "How are the other fighters?" ”

"I've had surgery."

"That's good, you take them to rest early."

"We'll be with you for a while."

Cheng Lao didn't speak again when he heard this, grabbed the old lady tightly with one hand, and looked at the operating room intently.

Time passed little by little, during which the operating door was opened once, and a nurse hurriedly went out and hurriedly pushed back the medicine cart to enter.

Looking at the other party's nervous expression, no one dared to make a trace of movement, for fear of disturbing the operation inside, and the atmosphere was so depressed that everyone couldn't breathe for a while.

More than four hours passed.

The door to the operating room finally opened, and this time a middle-aged male doctor in a white lab coat came out.

Looking at this familiar figure, Zhou Jiao hurriedly stood up, her legs were a little paralyzed after sitting for a long time, if it wasn't for her mother helping her, she almost fell.

After a pause, Cheng Lao had already opened his mouth to ask: "Doctor, how is my grandson?" ”

The doctor took off the mask, "The operation was successful, but the patient lost a lot of blood and is still in a coma, and if he can't wake up in the next 24 hours......

Although the doctor didn't say the next words, everyone knew what would happen, and they could only pray that the child would wake up early.

Zhou Jiao looked at Cheng Shaoning, who was pushed out later.

Yes, she already knew that this was Cheng Shaoning of the Cheng family.

This is the youngest grandson of the Cheng family, the youngest son of Cheng Siyu, the second elder of the Cheng family, who has not yet reached the age of Chinese New Year's Eve this year, and is the most distressed old son of the second cousin of the Cheng family.

This is a child who shouts about inheriting the glorious mission of his grandparents, and he is a sunny man who is proud to be a soldier.

Zhou Jiao remembered his heroic posture in playing basketball, remembered his rogue behavior every time he came home to find the three brothers of Ping An to practice, and remembered the moment when he grinned stupidly and announced that he was admitted to the military academy.

At the moment he was like a mummy, covered in straps, and lying lifeless on the hospital bed he had ever said to be the most annoying.

It was 11 a.m. when I was pushed into the intensive care unit.

The 24-hour spell makes it unbearable for everyone to leave.

Looking from the glass, Cheng Lao and Mrs. Cheng, who had changed into white coats after disinfection in the intensive care ward, sat inside and watched their little grandson.

Cheng Ruzhu leaned on her lover Wen Congwen's shoulder, and a deep voice sounded: "I don't even know how to call my little brother and sister-in-law." ”

Miao Lishan patted her, "It's going to be fine, now the child is tired and resting, and he knows that he has to get up at dawn, and he usually has to participate in the morning exercise at this point." ”

"A few days ago, my sister-in-law talked to me on the phone, she said that she dreamed and dreamed that Xiao Ning was covered in blood, and she didn't dare to say anything to anyone after she woke up, and I also told her that the dreams were all the opposite."

"Last year, my sister-in-law also told me that Xiao Ning was almost thirty years old, and this time she had to go on a blind date, and I also told her that there was a little girl in the unit, and at the end of the year, let these two meet each other, if it is appropriate, they will do a happy event as soon as possible, and have a ......child as soon as possible."

Zhou Jiao knew that she was talking to herself now, and others couldn't listen to the comfort, so after sighing secretly, she rubbed her swollen and aching temples.

After sitting for a while, she couldn't stand it anymore, pinched her mother's palm, and quietly left to go to the doctor's duty room.

"Little junior sister?" Seeing Zhou Jiao come in, the middle-aged doctor just now shouted, "Why are you here?" Why is your face so wrong? ”

"Senior Brother Seven, is there any water?"

"Wait, I'll pour it for you right away."

This seventh senior brother was one of her master's disciples.

According to her master, when she was young, she had studied Chinese medicine well, but one day she was going to specialize in Western medicine, so she almost broke her leg by her master.

However, her seventh senior brother did not disappoint her uncle, and now the combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine has become famous in the industry, known as Yang Yidao.

Senior Brother Qi is a considerate gentleman, out of nowhere, he put a bottle of glucose in boiling water to soak it warmly, poured it into an enamel jar and handed it to her.

Zhou Jiao took a sip, like a cat, and let out a sigh of contentedness: "I'm finally alive." ”

Senior Brother Seven glanced at her amusedly, thought for a moment and began to open a few office drawers, and found a small packet of military-grade compressed biscuits and handed them to her.

"Fortunately, I robbed my senior brother of dry food a few years ago, otherwise you would have starved. Let's say, I ran out at night, did I know the soldier who had the operation tonight, or did I want to inquire about the news? ”

Zhou Jiao waved her hand, "I'm not hungry." It's worthy of my senior brother, so smart! Both. Have you forgotten that the Cheng family is related to me? ”

"No wonder! I operated on Cheng Shaoning of the Cheng family tonight. He was shot three times, and the most serious shot was only one line off his heart. ”

Zhou Jiao frowned, "So serious? ”

"Or will you be sent back to Beijing immediately?"

After Senior Brother Seventh finished speaking, he tore open the biscuit packaging bag and handed it to her, "Eat quickly, the patient didn't wake up so quickly, do you want to open a room for you to sleep next to him?" ”

If she heard this, Zhou Jiao would definitely laugh out loud.

But now she was lazily unable to lift her energy, but shook her head, and asked him if he had heard the wind from the front line from the mouths of these patients.