Ling Mo didn't know what to say in order for Ling Baolu to accept this.

How can I say that girl will not collapse?

When she returned to the ward, Ling Baolu hadn't woken up yet, and everyone in the Ling family gathered around her chuang, she lay on the sick chuang and fell asleep frowning, and she knew that she was not sleeping peacefully.

When Ling Mo entered the door, Gao Xueqing was the first to turn her head to look at him, "How is it?" Isn't he? ”

"It's him." Ling Mo nodded, the expression on his face was not good.

When Ling Xi came, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and after sitting for a while, Ling Xi asked him to send Ling Shuhan and Gao Xueqing back first, while he and Ning Yuanlan stayed with Ling Baolu.

After all, it is her own daughter, and at this time, her husband is gone, and she has her parents by her side.

The two guarded Ling Bao Luyi; At night, Ling Mo found a folding chuang and asked Ning Yuanlan to lie on the side, and he sat next to Ling Baolu, lying on the side and falling asleep.

Ling Baolu woke up in the early hours of the morning, and when he woke up, it was three; Point more.

This sleep was long, dreamless, but her mind couldn't relax, so she kept frowning, and when she woke up, her head was not very comfortable.

"Daddy." Ling Baolu stared at the ceiling for a long time, and after realizing that he was in the hospital, he finally realized that the person sleeping next to him was Ling Mo.

Ling Mo had been sleeping lightly, but Ling Baolu called him softly, and he woke up.

"Baolu, what do you think?" Ling Mo saw that she was awake and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, I don't feel uncomfortable, what about Brother Qi Yu? How was he hurt? Are you out of the operating room now? ”

Ling Baolu is most concerned about this, I don't know how Qi Yu is now?

"Qi Yu, he ......" Ling Mo looked at her daughter, she really didn't know what to tell her about her son-in-law's death.

"Is he badly injured?" Ling Baolu was very worried when he saw that his relatives were about to speak and stopped, and sat up from his illness, "Dad, you take me to see him, go now." ”

Now, only by seeing Qi Yu with his own eyes can Ling Baolu be relieved.

"Baolu, you listen to what your father said, you have to be mentally prepared." Ling Mo got up worriedly and hugged Ling Baolu into his arms, "Qi Yu, he's dead." ”

Before the words fell, Ling Mo clearly felt that the daughter in his arms was stiff.

"Baolu." Ling Mo was very worried, and looked down at the daughter in his arms, her face suddenly became calm.

When she first woke up, the expression on her face was still worried, because she was worried about Qi Yu, but now, after hearing the news that Qi Yu had died, she was so calm, which was not logical.

Ling Mo was very worried, afraid that Ling Baolu would be hit by this news.

"I must be dreaming, Dad, I'll sleep first, remember to wake me up tomorrow when it's dawn."

After about two or three minutes, Ling Baolu suddenly smiled, laughing sadly, and then pushed Ling Mo away. Continue to lie on the sick chuang, reaching out and pulling the quilt to cover it.

Looking at his daughter who closed her eyes, Ling Mo didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

She didn't cry, she didn't break down, but she thought it was a dream.

Turning her head to look at her wife next door, she was also sleeping peacefully, not knowing that her daughter had woken up.

Ling Mo sighed, this is not a dream, it is a real fact, Qi Yu is dead, and Baolu has also woken up.

No one can fool themselves.