Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Feng Ling came to shake the warm bedside of the season, to feed the warm season to drink soup.

Seasonal Warm didn't open his mouth, he just looked at the direction of the door silently and asked for a long time: "Will he wake up after injuring the cervical spine and spinal nerves? ”

Feng Ling held his hand tight on the spoon.

Although Seasonal Warm is not a medical practitioner, she certainly understands the most basic human common sense.

Both the spine and cervical spine are critical parts of the brain, and even if Mr. Mo did not injure himself, it is indeed a miracle to be able to save his life in such a major car crash, but it is unknown whether he will be able to wake up or not, given that he has not been out of danger for seven days.

The doctor also said that only 30 percent of the time, if Mr. Mo can't hold on, the outcome of the treatment is likely to remain unconscious.

But these can't even be said about seasonal warmth.

But even if we don't say it now, we can still guess the seasonal warmth.

Feng Ling Jing momentarily sat beside the bed and handed the bowl to her mouth: “Lady Mo has been at the hospital for several days. She made soup with her own hands and brought it to you herself. Drink some first. ”

Mrs. Moore?

Seasonal warmth looked at the chicken soup in the eye bowl.

It is true that Ms. Wanzhu's cooking skills are really good, but she smells like a chef.

She could hardly imagine the pain of losing her son while suffering a daughter-in-law miscarriage and insisting on making soup for her.

“Drink some, Mrs. Mo will not be less painful and worried than you, but she is really strong, you have to hold on for Mr. Mo, especially you, now you have to make up for yourself, and if you drink this soup, Mrs. Mo will feel better. ”

Seasonal warmth took a good sip, it really tastes good, it's light but it doesn't make people feel like it doesn't taste good.

“How long will he be out of danger?” After a few sips, the season was warm and she muted.

Feng Ling knew that she could not drink it now and put the bowl aside. He replied: "I don't know, there is still need for observation and follow-up treatment. Dr. Qin has arrived after receiving the news. Don't worry about the medical environment in the United States. As long as there is a line, they will all use the best medicine to save Mr. Mo. ”

Feng Ling has already said the words to this effect. Even if his heart is in a split state, he can only keep the surface calm.

They didn't want her to be too sad, it was just superfluous, and the only thing she could do was not let them worry about her more.

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Another week later, Mo Jingsheng was still unconscious and even several times in critical condition were rescued.

Seasonal warmth and nightly sleep during this period, as long as her eyes were closed, the black Bentley rushed in front of her, the loud banging sound and shock shocked her to wake up one at a time, and then she couldn't sleep any more.

The news she learned from Feng Lingkou these days was that Su Xueyi died in the car with the spontaneous combustion system. When the LAPD came to investigate, it was true that there was a gap between Su Xueyi and Seasonal Warm, and because of the emotional instability, she wanted to go with Seasonal Warm, but eventually she died in the exploding car herself.

When the police went to Su Jilan's house to collect evidence, Su Lao and Su Jilan did not say much. Only Su Jilan, when facing the media, said that Su Xueyi was the cousin with whom he had the best relationship. I had no idea that she was in such a serious situation, I would actually think to go to such extreme ways with others...

Each and every one of these things piles the blame on Su Xueyi. There is no evidence of death. Although there is no hasty conclusion to this case, the police have basically determined the situation, so the search for the truth is not as serious as it should be.

Even if she was willing to confront Su Zhi Lan now, she could not go out at all in the hospital, Mo Jingshen was not awake, and she did not have the energy to identify or file a complaint. After all, she did not have any evidence.

Su Zhi Lan used Su Xueyi really well. Everything was so watery that even the police with a keen sense of smell could not detect anything unusual.

But the killer who caused her to have an abortion, Seasonal Warm will not let go!

Time passed day by day, season warm from the beginning can not get up, can walk in the ward after a few days, and then after half a month can occasionally go outside the critical illness room in deep Mo Jing, this room has no glass, can not see the situation inside, can not see the people inside, she can only feel the man a few meters from her wall, but somehow feel so far away.

The first sentence to wake up warm every season is to ask, "Is Ink deeply awake? ”

The answers were shaking heads.

A man has been in a coma for almost twenty days, and Seasonal Warm is unimaginable, but you can probably tell from the occasional conversations of doctors that the worst result is to go to sleep forever.

The winter nights in Los Angeles were really cold, and Seasonal Warm stood outside the hospital room door deep in ink, across the wall, lifting her hands and touching the cold wall, and the lights in the wall had been out for a long time, but she still wouldn't leave.

She just wants to be here with him, waiting for him to wake up, waiting for him to open his eyes.

Seasonal warmth reminds me of the relationship between the past life and Mo Jing Deep across the wall for many days in a row. It is so simple for a person to disappear into life. Mo Jing Deep disappeared in that decade so completely, just like now, silent.

Destiny was like a big joke with Season Warm. In her previous life, she lost everything. She thought she'd found it back, but now it seemed to be pulling away again.

How can Mo Jingdeep in his previous life be able to return home safely after 10 years?

Two more days later, the season warmed while no one was at night. One person squatted outside the hospital room door deep in Ink View, and she looked out the window into the dark moonless night sky, waiting for him to wake up for longer.

Until the seasonal warmth has recovered to the point of being discharged, a month has passed since the day of the accident.

Mo Jingdeep has also slept for a month.

Three days ago, the doctor said he was going through a dangerous period, and everything in his life had stabilized, but when will he wake up, maybe tomorrow, maybe forever?

Seasonal warmth wanted to stay with the hospital, but Wanzhu forcibly brought it back to Mo's house in Los Angeles. Seasonal warmth is there. Wanzhu feels that it is the same as Mo Jingdeep is there. He feels comfortable when he sees Seasonal warmth. He doesn't want Seasonal warmth to be dazed every night in a cold hospital.

Season Warm was lying in the bedroom where Mo Jingshen once slept, knowing that his phone was unanswered, but calling him three times a day.

Every time it's shut down.

Seasonal Warm followed Wanzhu to the hospital again, and the ward was still unable to enter casually.

She hasn't seen him in a month.

Seasonal Warm squatted in the hallway, holding his cell phone and texting Mojing deeply.

She only said one word.

[Ink deep, I'm scared.]

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(There will be no memory loss, do not brush the screen with your own hyperspection.