Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Feng Ling forcibly took the warmth of the season back to the black Land Cruiser not far behind, just opened the door, suddenly there was a noise, it sounded like a deformed door finally opened motion.

Hearing the movement, the season warmed up and stagnated. He turned his eyes and looked in that direction, turning back.

“Season warm, don't go over there! ”

“Mo Jingdeep there, I heard them open the door...”

Feng Ling pulled her, didn't let her move.

In this situation, Mr. Mo is estimated to be covered in blood, and if the warmth of the season were to pass, he would be hit considerably.

“Feng Ling, you let me through. ”

“Seasonal warmth! ”

“Please...” Seasonal warmth finally couldn't hold on anymore, swallowed out, tears dripping down the wolf's bloodstained face, obsessively looking in that direction: “Let me go see him... I'm going to see him...”

Feng Ling harshly pulled the season warm back. Feng Ling hit her whole body in her arms. Feng Ling was about to take her into the car, but Suddenly, she was softened and the whole person fell down.

“Seasonal warmth!” Feng Ling was shocked and rushed to stabilize her. Afraid of what really happened to her, she brought people directly into the car. When she looked down and saw the blood of Seasonal Warm's lower body, she took off her black coat and wrapped it around her lower body, and quickly contacted the nearest rescue team and emergency center.

Feng Ling watched as Seasonal Warm was pushed down from that car. A normal person would get thrown out of the car at such a speed, not to mention in the warm stomach of the season...

Feng Ling dared not think about it. He held the phone in one hand and held Seasonal Warm's hand tightly in the other, but only caught a sharp cold.

Season-warming blood seemed frozen, from hand to face to neck, everywhere was cold. She was still frowning in the coma. Her mouth was vaguely blurred and she listened carefully, as if it was called Mo Jing-deep's name.

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Seasonal warmth woke up thinking she was just having a nightmare, but she was just about to move and she was in pain, as if all her bones and flesh had been torn apart and reconstituted.

There was a moment when she almost doubted that her rebirth was false, perhaps she had returned to despair and pain ten years later.

She glanced at the hospital's snowy walls and rooftops, slowly turning her eyes and gazing around for a long time.

Hospital again.

But it's a intensive care unit.

It felt like two fixed tubes on her nose were delivering oxygen to her. It felt like something was clamping on her fingers, surrounded by several medical detection instruments, and the sound of droplets was heard from time to time.

Seasonal warmth opened its eyes and closed them again. A moment later, it opened again.

The dream-like experience on the highway didn't go away, and she wanted to think it was just a nightmare, but the hidden pain in her stomach and the bottle on her back were telling her one of the cruelest facts.

The doctor couldn't have given her an injection if the child was still there.

The ward was quiet, the season was warm and immobile, and there was really no strength to move. One person silently digested all of this, and his heart felt like it was sucking at the same time as his abdomen.

She had a dream just now, that Mojingshenzhen would take her to the Upper Los Angeles River, that Mojingstudio would be officially listed in Haicheng, that she would become a joint-stock real estate company, that she and Mojingshenzhen would show up together at the Domestic Corporate Management Conference, that they would stand side by side, that she would be beside him and become the best she could be.

But when I opened my eyes, I found myself surrounded by cold, pale wards.

No one.

This is a sterile ward, only doctors in disinfectant clothes can enter, season warm alone lying quietly, saw the doctor come in and check her body various items by the bed, found that season warm has woken up, the doctor will put his medical gloves on her forehead, comfortably said to her in English: “Miss Ji, although we know this may be cruel to you, we must apologize to tell you that the child did not, in the case of such a huge fall and impact, it is very difficult for adults to save their lives, you have been sleeping here for five days, you have successfully passed the danger period, you can observe for another two days to go to the general ward. ”

Ji Wen looked at the doctor silently and blinked slightly, meaning she heard.

The doctor had seen many women who had gone mad or emotionally agitated after a major change, but the season warmth was very quiet and motionless, and he closed his eyes slowly, very calm.

But calmly painful.

The doctor always liked the patient who cooperated, and it was too calm and quiet to see her again. This was the patient who said to her: “It's the best surgery our medical team has done for you. Rest assured that your fertility has not been affected in any way, and the child can still have it after physical recovery. Two months old is just a little embryo, don't be sad. You have a really bad fall, falling at that speed, which is at least the same as falling on four or five floors, you are lucky to survive, everything will continue in the future, rest assured. ”

Seasonal warmth closed his eyes quietly, very weakly and slowly nodded his head.

……

Two days later, seasonal warmth, as the doctor said, could indeed be transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward.

Seasonal warmth was still asleep when the ward was changed, and people were already lying in their beds when they woke up.

Feng Ling pushed the door in and saw Season warm lying there with her eyes open, looking at the ceiling of the ward, she walked in: “Mrs. Mo had just arrived, but you were still asleep, she made you chicken soup herself to make up for your body. ”

As he said, Feng Ling came to open a white thermos cup by the bed, and the fragrance flowed instantly from the inside.

Seasonal warmth fell asleep for five days and brought another two days of oxygen in the intensive care unit. She had not spoken for a week. When she smelled the scent, she had some dry lips moving and wanted to talk, but the opening was too mute.

“Where's Mo Jing Deep? ”

Seasonal Warm asks where Mo Jingshen is, not how he is now.

If the answer is he's still in the hospital, then at least he's alive.

If the answer is… not in the hospital…

Seasonal Warm didn't dare to think down. She turned to Fengling, who was helping her with the chicken soup: “Answer me. ”

Feng Ling raised the chicken soup and stirred it gently in the bowl so that the soup would not be so hot. As he stirred it, he said: "The body and the inside of the car were severely deformed. Mr. Mo's driving position was too narrow. At the same time, the head was severely wounded, and the reinforcing bars in the car pierced Mr. Mo's cervical spine and spine, and the other went straight through his shoulder...”

Seasons warm and quiet hands on both sides of the body are instantly tight and cold.

Feng Ling's voice was low and continued: “You know around the spine, where all the nerves are pulled together. Although the surgery was successful, Mr. Mo is not awake yet and is still in danger. ”