Looking at each other, Nian Xiaomu froze for a moment.
Staring blankly at Yu Yuehan who suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes suddenly widened. Before he could speak, he jumped up from the chair anxiously, turned his head and ran out.
"Qi Yan! Qi Yan! Come and see, Yu Yuehan is awake, he is awake!"
Soon, the ward was full of people.
Yu Yuehan was the attending physician at the beginning, Qi Yan who took over halfway, and other medical staff.
Surrounding the bed, examining him.
Both Nian Xiaomu and Zheng Yan were pushed aside.
It so happened that Mo Yongheng and the old Patriarch Mo also came.
The old man had just been given an injection forcibly, and he went back to rest for an injection. He was in a bad mood at the moment, like an angry old man who refused to talk to Mo Yongheng.
Hearing that Yu Yuehan had woken up, he motioned to the people around him to push him forward, and took a look at the patient's bed.
Yu Yuehan was awake.
His complexion looked a little pale, but as long as he could wake up, his life would be saved.
It's his fate.
I don't know how I managed to get over such a serious injury, but I was able to wake up halfway, and was knocked unconscious by a stone.
I heard it was because I heard his Xin'er calling for help...
Even if he is a kid, he still has a little bit of patience.
Mo Chengxian didn't know whether he was happy or unhappy, so he took a lukewarm look, then stepped aside to watch the medical staff busy.
Although Yu Yuehan woke up, he had both internal and external injuries, as well as a concussion, so there were many things that needed to be checked one by one.
Although Qi Yan could save a lot of effort, Nian Xiaomu was worried and asked the doctor to examine him carefully again.
It's been a long time since all the checks were done.
Seeing her standing there, Mo Chengxian couldn't help reminding: "Xin'er, he won't die, so take it easy!"
"I'm fine, I'll just stay here and guard him, Grandpa, don't worry about me." Nian Xiaomu said without thinking, standing by the hospital bed, looking anxiously at Yu Yuehan who was undergoing the last examination.
Meeting his gaze, she immediately smiled sweetly.
Yu Yuehan glanced at her calmly, then looked at Mo Chengxian who was sitting in the wheelchair with an indifferent expression, his black eyes flickered slightly.
From the beginning to the end, he was silent like a mute, without saying a word.
Qi Yan didn't pay attention to his expression, and held the examination report in his hand: "As expected, his physique is amazing. His internal bleeding has stopped, but he still needs to be hospitalized for observation for a few days. As for the concussion, it seems..."
"Who are you?"
Yu Yuehan's slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
Those three simple words plunged the entire ward into an indescribable silence.
Everyone looked up at him in astonishment.
The same message was written in the eyes: what? Amnesia
When you hit your head, you will either lose your eyesight or lose your memory. Isn't this a plot that only exists in idol dramas...
The expressions of the people present were indescribable.
Only Qi Yan, who was used to seeing all kinds of strange illnesses, was a little calmer, but his face was not much better.
"Maybe he was just joking with me. Don't panic, everyone."
As Qi Yan said, he grabbed Yu Yuehan's shoulders, turned towards Nian Xiaomu, and pointed at Nian Xiaomu who was stunned beside the bed.
"You don't know me, you always know her, right? Don't tell me, you don't even recognize your own wife, then I really can't save you, so please yourself!"
Qi Yan spread his hands, and said with a look on his face.
Yu Yuehan followed his fingers, and when he saw Nian Xiaomu, his face was still expressionless.