The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 352 The bones and flesh of the whole body are disassembled and reorganized.

Feng Ling forced him to return to the black off-road vehicle not far from the rear with the warmth of the season. Just opened the door, and suddenly there was a sound coming from there, which sounded like the deformation of the door was finally lifted.

Hearing the movement, the season was warm and stagnation, and he turned his eyes and looked in that direction. He turned and went back.

"You don't pass the season!"

"Ink is deep there, I heard them open the door..."

Feng Ling took her and didn't let her move.

In this case, Mr. Mou estimates that he is covered with blood. If the state of the season is warm, it is estimated that it will be hit.

"Feng Ling, you let me go."

"Seasonal warm!"

"I beg you..." The warm season finally couldn't help again, sobbing out, tears dripping down the **** face of the wolverine, looking at the direction: "Let me Go see him... I have to go see him..."

Feng Ling was a jealous heart, and forced the season warmer back. The whole body hit the whole body in the warmth of the season. Feng Ling was about to push her into the car. The warmth of the season was suddenly soft and the whole person fell down. .

"Quiet warm!" Feng Ling was shocked, busy to help her, afraid that she really did something, directly into the car, and then looked down at the blood of the warm season, busy taking off the black jacket underneath Wrap it in her lower body and quickly contact the nearest rescue team and emergency center.

Feng Ling is watching the warmth of the car being pushed down from the car. A normal person will be injured when he is pushed off the car at such a speed, not to mention the warm belly.

Feng Ling did not dare to think again, holding the phone in one hand and holding the warm hand in the other hand, but only holding a piece of cold.

The blood in the warm season is like being frozen. From the hand to the face to the neck, it is cold. She still frowns in the coma. There is a vague ambiguity in her mouth. Listen carefully. It is like the name of the ink called Jing Jing.

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When I woke up in the warm season, I thought I was only having a nightmare, but she just had to move and it hurts all the time, as if the bones and flesh of the whole body were disassembled and reorganized.

For a moment she almost suspected that her rebirth was false, perhaps she just returned to the despair and pain of ten years later.

She stared blankly at the white walls and roofs of the hospital, and it took a long time to slowly turn her eyes and look around.

It is a hospital.

But it is a critically intensive care unit.

I felt that there were two fixed tubes on the nose that were delivering oxygen to her. I felt like there was something on my finger. There were several medical instruments around me, and the sound of drops was heard from time to time.

The season warmed and opened his eyes, and closed his eyes. After a while, he opened again.

The nightmare experience on the highway is lingering, she wants to treat it as a nightmare, but the faint pain in her stomach and the hanging bottle on her back are telling her a The most cruel facts.

If the child is still there, the doctor can't give her an injection.

The ward is very quiet, the seasons are warm and motionless, and there is really no strength to move. A person silently digests all of this, and the heart seems to be painful at the same time as the abdomen.

She had just made a dream. She dreamed that Mo Jingshen took her to the upper reaches of the Los Angeles River. She dreamed that the studio was officially listed in Haicheng and became a joint-stock real estate company. She dreamed that she and Mo Jingshen appeared together in China. At the corporate management conference, I dreamed that they stood side by side, she was by his side and became the best self.

But when I opened my eyes, I found out that it was surrounded by a cold, pale ward.

No one is there.

This is a sterile ward. Only a doctor wearing sterile clothes can enter. The season is warm and a person is lying quietly. When the doctor comes in, he checks the contents of her body at the bedside and finds that the warm season is awake. The doctor will take it. The hand of the medical glove was attached to her forehead and comfortably said to her in English: "Miss Ji, although knowing that this may be cruel to you, we must apologize to tell you that the child did not keep it. In the case of such huge falls and impacts, it is very difficult for adults to keep their lives. You have been sleeping for five days here, and you have successfully passed the dangerous period. You can transfer to the general ward after two days of observation."

The season warmed silently and looked at the doctor, gently rubbing her eyes, meaning she heard it.

The doctor has seen many women who have been mad or emotional because of the big change, but the warmth of the season is very quiet. He slowly closed his eyes and calmed.

It is calm and painful.

The doctor has always liked this kind of patient, and she saw that she was too calm and too quiet. This patiently said to her: "It is the surgery that our best medical team has done for you. Please rest assured that your fertility function has not been affected. Any influence, after the physical recovery, the child can still have it. The child of two months is just a small embryo, don't be too sad. You are really badly injured, falling at that speed, equivalent to at least If the four or five floors fall down to the same extent, it will be lucky to survive. Anything will continue to exist in the future, and peace of mind."

The season closed quietly and silently, and he nodded slightly and slowly.

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Two days later, the warmth of the season, as the doctor said, can be transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward.

When the ward was changed, the warm season was still asleep, and when I woke up, the person was already lying on the bed.

Feng Ling pushed the door in. Seeing the warmth of the season and lying still, lying on the ceiling of the ward, she walked in: "Mr. Mo has just been there, but you are still asleep, she personally licked the chicken soup for you, Let you make up the body."

Saying, Feng Ling came over and opened a white thermos cup at the bedside, and the fragrance that floated out from the inside was overflowing.

The season was warm and slumber for five days, and in the intensive care unit, I took the oxygen tube for two days. I didn’t say anything for a week. When I smelled the scent, she had some cracked lips moving, wanting to talk, and the sound of the opening was dumb. Excessive.

"Where is the ink depth?"

The warmth of the season is where the ink is deep, not what he is doing now.

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

If the answer is... not in the hospital...

The season did not dare to think about it, turned to look at the seal that is helping her to hold the chicken soup: "Answer me."

Feng Ling will bring out the chicken soup and gently stir it with a spoon in the bowl so that the soup is no longer so hot. While stirring, he said: "The body and the car are all severely deformed. Mr. Mo’s driving position is too Narrow, the head is heavy, and there is a corner of the steel inside the car that pierces Mr. Mo's cervical spine and spine, and another one goes straight through the shoulder..."

The hands that are warm and quiet on both sides of the body are tight and tight.

The voice of Feng Ling is low, and continues: "You know around the spine. There are nerves that move around the body. Although the operation is very successful, Mr. Mo is still not awake and still in danger."

(End of this chapter)