The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 685, the warmth is in the palm of your hand, the index finger moves slightly

Mo Jingshen received a call from the hospital, and left the XI base again, and rushed back to the hospital.

Dr. Wendell said that the warmth of the season was not taken by the group of Cambodians during the dangerous period. When the car was taken in the middle, the head should have hit the head. The head injury caused subarachnoid hemorrhage. Not fatal, but the time she recovered from her recovery could not be accurately predicted.

When Mo Jing was back to the hospital, he was still wearing the clothes at the base, black trousers and black T-shirts. Because the time to wake up in the warm season was unpredictable, the whole person looked like the smell of bones and darkness.

Even in addition to changing clothes and taking a shower, he has not reorganized himself for a few days. The black short hair is somewhat chaotic by the wind, and he still has a beautiful face. The facial features are deep and deep, just leaving cold.

He walked back to the ICU ward and looked at the scene through the glass.

Because the warmth of the season can no longer be tossed, the brain surgery can no longer be transferred to the operating room, but directly in the critical ICU.

Separated by this protective glass window, the ink-stained eyes looked at the warmth of the season and lay there, even the anesthesia did not need to be hit, and there seemed to be no awareness during the operation.

The doctor is working on her intensively, and the various medical instruments from time to time have the sound of drip, as well as images of heartbeat respiratory blood pressure monitoring and so on.

Looking at the faint heartbeat that sometimes does not appear on the image, the darkness of the ink is deep and turbulent, stepping on the coldness of the ground, the long and straight figure standing straight in front of the glass.

When A came back, he saw that Mo Jingshen always stood there, indifferent and careful side face, and quickly walked over.

A K knows that the physical condition of the warming season is very dangerous every day. Mr. Mo can't leave, so he respectfully said something about Atu too at the base. It is estimated that Atu too can't live. It’s a day, and after simply clarifying the disposal of the group of people related to A Tu Tai, I did not bother him and left.

The hospital walkway outside the ICU has once again become silent.

Ink Jing looked at the unwarranted appearance of the warm season, slowly raised his hand and placed it on the glass window.

The palm gradually gathered, clenched into a fist, and the bones were white.

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a week later--

The warm season is still not awake, the oxygen tube is inserted in the nose, the needle is on the back of the hand, and the back of the hand that has been riddled with holes is pale except for a pale blue mark left by the pinhole.

But fortunately, this morning, the warm wounds have healed, and the internal organs that have been injured by bullets have recovered well. Although they still live in the severe ICU, they can allow two hours of visit time per day.

Qin Siting went into the ward and saw Mo Jingshen sitting on the side of the hospital bed. He was watching the warmth of the sleeping season.

How long did she sleep these days, how long did Mo Jingshen stay with her here, and the company’s inside and outside things were handed over to the deputy general and assistants, and the seasons could not eat, and the inks were barely eaten these days, only occasionally It is only a few mouthfuls when they are forced to press on the table.

Qin Siting walked behind him: "The phone you put outside is ringing. I took a look. It was called by Haicheng Jijia. It is estimated that there is no news in the season. I have nothing to do with Ji Hongwen. she was."

Mo Jingshen looked at the time: "I will call him back."

Qin Siting nodded: "The warm season is now hurt like this. The people in Haicheng still don't tell, wait until her vital signs have stabilized and then say, otherwise so many people will definitely come over. Especially the old man of your Mohist family, so old, these things he knows less and some less worry."

Ink dark did not speak again, his eyes still stayed on the face of the sleeping person on the bed, motionless.

Knowing the current state of Mo Jingshen, it seems that nothing has anything to do with him, except for the one that wakes up in the warm season.

Qin Siting didn’t say much more. He only patted him on his shoulders, and then looked at the warmth of his eyes. He also seemed to have no dreams in his sleep. He’s motionless and pale to transparent looks like it’s not like It is a real person.

Mo Jingshen put his hand on the hand that did not have an injection in the warm season, and held her hand full of bruises in the palm of her hand.

......

It’s been another half a month.

The warm-hearted ward has allowed Mo Jingshen to accompany her every day.

The woman's white and soft hands were always held in his hand, and the mobile phone placed at the bed was shaking at this moment. The ink scene looked a little deep and lifted the other hand to pick up the phone.

"Mr. Mo, there is also a righteous father who was recognized in Mexico at the end of Atutai. It is the black hand of the Mexican. The godfather of the party. It was also entangled in various war-torn countries around the world more than 20 years ago. In recent years, the forces have been divided. Most of the time, the rest of the men and wealth are not enough to support them, so they will send Atu too to find a way to get the underground arms from your mouth to earn the billions of dollars of black money, now Atu Too’s righteous father has been found by us, because the liver cancer was found a few months ago, and the old man’s body was lying in the hospital waiting to die. The people under his hand had already run out because they saw Atu too unfavorable, and there were only a dozen Personal, but now we are under control, he wants to call you, do you want to pick up?"

Ink said, "The person who will die, what else do you want to say?"

The other party handed the phone directly to the right-hander of Atu Tai. Then, there was a voice that was weak and strong: "Mr. Control, I have dealt with you many years ago, but you didn't find me at that time. I didn't expect that my only righteous son is now in your hand."

Ink is deep, and only puts the warm hands of the seasons in the palm of the hand, gently rubbing on each of her fingers, as if warming her cold hands, let her hands not Keep going cold.

"Mr. Control, there is a saying in China that the arm is a car. I know that we are in this situation. I have no qualifications for talking about anything with you, but I have no children under my knees. Atu is my only son. For many years. Be very loyal and filial to me, I am willing to send my remaining wealth to you, just ask you to let him go, now I want to know, how are you doing my son?"

The darkness of the darkness of the ink was dark and sneer: "You should ask, what am I going to do with you."

In this case, there will be no release, and the meaning of exhausting them from top to bottom is clear.

The person opposite the phone was dumb and was about to continue talking. Mo Jingshen suddenly looked at him and looked down at the hand that the warmth was in his palm. The index finger moved slightly.

(End of this chapter)