"Ah, Brother Qi Yu!" On the sick chuang, Ling Baolu exclaimed, sat up from the chuang, and soon, slowly lay down again, not even opening his eyes, just tears in his eyes.

"Baolu." At this moment, it was Lian Rong who was accompanying Baolu, Ling Xi was on the phone on the balcony, and when he heard Ling Baolu's voice, he rushed in with his mobile phone.

"Is Baolu awake?" Ling Xi asked.

Velvet shook her head at him, "Just crying." ”

Ling Xi frowned, the other party was still waiting on the phone, so he had to go out with the phone again.

"Baolu, I know you're awake, open your eyes, don't deceive yourself like this, okay? Our whole family is worried about you, don't let Mom and Dad worry anymore, okay? The grandparents and grandparents are old. ”

Lian Rong's voice was full of pleading, but also scared, now everyone in the Ling family is worried that Ling Baolu will continue to sleep like this, and Qi Yu's funeral has to be dealt with, Ling Mo means cremation, he is also a martyr, after all, he died in the hands of the person the "Dark Eagle" wants to deal with, and it is certain that he will be buried in the martyr's cemetery.

But now his dearest wife is still asleep in the hospital, so the body can only be frozen.

Second, the Ling family is also worried that Ling Baolu is giving up on herself, because it is impossible to maintain a person's life for a long time, if she keeps sleeping, the function of internal organs will slowly improve; In failure, once the internal organs are damaged to a certain extent, it is absolutely impossible to recover.

However, Ling Baolu still woke up, and when he woke up, it was the fifth day of Qi Yu's birth, that is, on the 31st of January of this year.

The first thing she said when she opened her eyes was, "Take me to him." ”

But her voice was extremely hoarse, no one could understand it at all, it was Ling Mo and Ning Yuanlan who were guarding her this day, Ling Mo had long thought that she had slept for so long, her throat should be very dry, and immediately poured her a glass of warm water and let her drink it.

After drinking the water, Ling Baolu felt comfortable, and while handing the cup to Ling Mo, he opened his mouth with a sad expression, "I want to see him." ”

Ling Mo had long known that her daughter would make such a request when she woke up, so she immediately nodded, rang the bell, called the nurse over, and told the nurse her request, and the nurse immediately went to find a wheelchair to come over.

Ling Mo hugged Ling Baolu into a wheelchair, and Ning Yuanlan pulled out the infusion pole on Chuang's head; came out and put it in a small tube with an infusion rod inserted in the wheelchair, and Ling Mo pushed the wheelchair out of the door.

The three of them went to the freezer room of the morgue, which had three walls full of freezers, and each cabinet was not large enough to hold; Accept one person.

The caregivers inside found Qi Yu's cabinet by number, pulled it out, and let the family take a look.

Ling Baolu's eyes turned red instantly, his closest lover, his closest husband, was originally a living person, but now he could only lie in this cold box.

Fortunately, Qi Yu's seat was not high, and it belonged to the second one counted from the ground, and Ling Baolu could see the corpse in the cabinet while sitting in a wheelchair.

At this moment, even if he saw the charred corpse, Ling Baolu was not surprised, the box was pulled very open, Ling Baolu could clearly see the bracelet he was wearing, even if he was burned beyond recognition, Ling Baolu was definitely Qi Yu.

Tears poured down like pearls with broken threads, and she preferred that he didn't have a bracelet on his hand, so that she could have a chance to think that it was all wrong, that he must not be dead yet, and that he would come back to her one day.