Song An could only hold an umbrella while opening the car door. Fu Nanli carried the soaked Wen Qiao into the car. The car slowly left the garden. Gu Xiao turned his back and the car drove away from behind him. He looked up and clenched his hands in his trouser pockets slightly.
In the car, Fu Nanli held the person in his arms and pinched her philtrum: "Qiao'er... wake up... wake up..."
Wasn't it less than 13 days? Why did he suddenly fall into a coma
Song An handed over a tissue, and Fu Nanli hurriedly pulled it out to help her wipe her face and head. Her whole body was wet, so how could he wipe it dry
Wen Qiao's face even turned blue and gray, probably because she had been in the rain for too long. Her whole body was cold, so cold that Fu Nanli was frightened.
He held her in his arms and kept rubbing her arms, hoping to warm her up.
In the past, when he approached her, Qiao'er would suddenly wake up. Why hasn't she woken up yet
"Call Zhou Jin and ask him to go to my hospital immediately."
"Yes, Master."
Fu Nanli kept patting Wen Qiao's face, "Qiao'er, can you hear me? Don't sleep, don't sleep, now is not the time to sleep."
About twenty minutes later, when they were still some distance away from the hospital, Wen Qiao suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed Fu Nanli's hand. Fu Nanli's eyes full of worry and distress were engraved in her eyes. Wen Qiao's heart skipped a beat and she held his hand tightly.
"Brother Nanli." The voice was hoarse and weak, the face was pale, and the fingers were trembling.
Fu Nanli's heart was almost broken.
"I'm here, I'm here, I'll be at the hospital soon, it's okay, it's okay."
Wen Qiao was like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood, holding on very tightly, worried that if she let go, this only life-saving straw that kept her alive would disappear.
The car finally stopped in front of the hospital. Song An got out first and held an umbrella for his young master. Li Fang and Zhou Jin were waiting at the door. Fu Nanli got out of the car holding someone. He glanced at Zhou Jin, who understood. Xiao Wen was unconscious again this time, and it was a good opportunity to examine her.
Wen Qiao was pushed into the CT room, and Fu Nanli stood at the door waiting anxiously.
Half an hour later, Wen Qiao was pushed out in a hospital gown. His symptoms had eased a lot, and his headache was no longer as severe as before.
Fu Nanli stepped forward, held her hand, and looked at Zhou Jin, "How is she?"
"Let's send her to the ward first. If she's been in the rain for too long, she might catch a cold or have a fever. We still need to be careful."
Fu Nanli carried Wen Qiao from the emergency room to the inpatient department.
Wen Qiao didn't have much strength left, so she let him hold her.
When they arrived at the VIP ward, Fu Nanli did everything himself. He put the patient on the bed, used a hair dryer to dry her hair, and finally poured her a cup of hot water for her to hold in her hands.
It was midsummer, but Wen Qiao always felt his body trembling slightly, perhaps because he had been in the rain for too long.
Fu Nanli sat beside her and whispered, "Are you still cold? How about taking a hot bath?"
Wen Qiao thought that the VIP wards in private hospitals were good, and they even offered hot tubs. She shook her head and said, "It's okay. I'll listen to what Doctor Zhou has to say first."
Zhou Jin looked at Fu Nanli with some embarrassment. Should he talk about the patient's condition in front of him
Fu Nanli seemed to weigh the options in his mind and nodded: "Go ahead."
Zhou Jin hesitated: "Why don't you come to my office and talk."
Wen Qiao's heart was in his throat. He reached out and grabbed the thin blanket: "Can't you say it in front of me?"
(End of this chapter)