Since Su Jinyu entered the ward, his eyes have been on the man on the hospital bed.
Although the other party was still wearing an oxygen mask and wrapped in white gauze on his head, he had lost his face slightly, but Su Jinyu was still able to identify the eyebrows and eyes that were similar to his own.
The surprise and shock in his eyes were undisguised, Shang Yi got up from the chair, raised his hand and pulled the needle from his hand.
The nice voice is no longer low and husky, with a hoarseness and exhaustion.
"I'm sorry to have you meet in such a situation, Ali, he has always wanted to see you."
The man looked at the person on the hospital bed with gentle eyes like water, and spoke softly.
Su Jinyu: "Mr. Su, he..."
"If he can hear it, I think, he should really hope you can call him uncle."
Su Jinyu opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.
"Don't worry," Shang Yi looked at him and couldn't say anything. He just raised his hand and glanced at the time on his wrist, and then said, "You must have not eaten lunch since you came all the way. Let's have some food together."
Gu Peilang looked at his hand, which was still dripping with blood beads, and frowned slightly: "Aren't you going to find someone to treat the wound on your hand?"
Shang Yi glanced down and waved his hand indifferently: "It's just a little blood, let's go."
The three quietly went out of the room. Before leaving, Su Jinyu looked back at Su Li on the hospital bed, the light in his eyes was dim.
The people below quickly came back with food. Su Jinyu took advantage of the meal time to ask some questions that he had always wanted to ask, and Shang Yi told him everything he knew. When Su Jinyu asked about the relationship between his mother and Su Li, the man put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand: "I'll tell you these things when Ali wakes up."
Su Jinyu: "Has Mr. Su been in a coma for a long time?"
Shang Yi: "Today is the seventh day. I woke up once in the middle, but I was not awake, and soon fell asleep again."
The man's tone didn't fluctuate much when he said these words, but Su Jinyu could hear the disappointment and sadness in the other party's heart.
"Can you stay here for a few more days?" Shang Yi quickly adjusted his emotions and looked at Su Jinyu in front of him, "With you here, Ali will definitely wake up soon."
Su Jinyu and Gu Peilang glanced at each other. In his heart, he didn't believe how much influence this nephew he had never met would have on the people in the ward, but looking at the expectation in the man's eyes, he didn't say anything. Do not export.
"We will stay here until the day Mr. Su wakes up." Gu Peilang glanced at Su Jinyu, then withdrew his gaze to look at Shang Yi.
The expression on the man's face was slightly moved: "Thank you."
After the meal, the three returned to the hospital, just in time to meet Su Li's attending physician for rounds.
The doctor over fifty years old wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a stethoscope around his neck. When he saw Shang Yi coming in from the door, his thick black eyebrows were knotted.
"I just woke up and didn't have a good rest, so I wanted to run outside. The hospital doesn't have any extra beds for you."
The doctor is not at all afraid of the identity of the man in front of him, and anyone in his eyes can only be divided into normal people and patients.
The man in front of him had just passed out due to exhaustion. He had already told him to take a good rest, but the other party obviously didn't take his words to heart.
Shang Yi pressed his eyebrows slightly, as if forbearance: "Sorry, there will be no next time."
The doctor snorted arrogantly, turned around and left with the case book under his arm.
When he came to the door, the other party suddenly stopped. He looked back at the man behind him, hesitated for a moment, but chose to tell the truth: "Today is the last day, if he can't wake up tonight..."
The air pressure in the room dropped suddenly, and the doctor insisted on finishing the following words: "You better prepare yourself mentally."
The door of the ward was closed with a "click" from the outside. Su Jinyu stood behind Shang Yi and looked at the man's stiff and straight back. Suddenly, there was an indescribable sadness in his heart.
"I asked Wang Qi to find a place to live for you. You should go back and rest first."
After a long silence, the man spoke in a hoarse voice, his hand hanging beside him clenched into a fist.
Su Jinyu opened his mouth to speak, and Wang Qi who was outside the door opened the door in a timely manner and walked in.
"Mr. Su, President Gu, please." The other party looked at the two in front of him with a gentle and polite smile on his face, his attitude was respectful but somewhat tough.
On the way back, Su Jinyu was always concerned about Su Li's illness. He never asked questions, for fear of touching on Shang Yi's sadness. It was not until Wang Qi, who sent them back to the hotel, talked about something, that he understood that at this time, Shang Yi's Yi, what kind of sadness are you suffering
The hotel the man arranged for them was owned by the Shang family, and it was only two blocks away from the hospital.
After Wang Qi sent the two to the door of the hotel, she turned around and prepared to leave. The boss of the company was not there, and there were still many things waiting for him to deal with.
Su Jinyu chased after the other party when he started the car, and stopped the man.
Wang Qi rolled down the car window and looked at the person outside the window: "Is there anything else Mr. Su?"
Su Jinyu: "How long have you known your seventh master and...?"
"It has been many years. If Mr. Su wants to know, he can ask the seventh master himself. We are subordinates, and it is not good to talk too much about the privacy of the boss."
Su Jinyu nodded in understanding, and after watching the other party's car leave, he turned around and went back to the hotel.
Hospital.
After the two of them left, Shang Yi walked to the bed and sat down, looking at the person on the hospital bed without moving, the expression in his eyes was unprecedentedly calm.
"I know you can't bear to leave mine, right?"
The people on the hospital bed were still in a coma, as if they had lost all sense of the outside world.
Shang Yi raised his hand and gently held the man's needle-eyed hand into the palm of his hand.
He slowly closed his eyes, quietly feeling the cold temperature on his face, and a warm liquid slipped from the corners of his eyes.
"Wake up quickly, okay? Little Bell misses you so much... I miss you so much... I called Su Jinyu over, and you can see him when you wake up... "
"Ali...Ali..." The men exchanged one after another, with choked sobbing, like weeping blood.
However, no one in the hospital bed responded.
Time passed by, when Wang Qi pushed open the door of the ward, what he saw was the appearance of his seventh master sitting on the ground without any image.
The man raised his head after hearing the voice, and looked at each other with red eyes.
"Seventh Master..." Wang Qi looked at the man's face, her nose was suddenly sour, and for a moment, he couldn't say a word.