Feng Ling came over and shook Ji Nuan's bedside and wanted to feed Ji Nuan some soup.
Ji Nuan didn't open her mouth, she just looked silently in the direction of the door. After a long silence, she asked, "He has injured his cervical vertebra and spinal nerves. Will he still wake up?"
Feng Ling's hand tightened on the spoon.
Although Ji Nuan is not a medical student, she definitely understands the most basic common sense about the human body.
The spine and cervical vertebrae are key parts of the brain. Even if Mr. Mo's vital parts were not injured, it is indeed a miracle that Mr. Mo could have saved his life in such a major car accident. But judging from the fact that he was in a coma for seven days and was still not out of danger, Whether he can wake up or not is indeed unknown.
The doctor also said that he was only 30% sure that if Mr. Mo couldn't hold on, the result of the treatment would probably be that he would remain in a coma.
But you can't say this to Ji Nuan at all.
But even if he didn't say it now, Ji Nuan would probably guess it.
Feng Ling was quiet for a moment, then sat on the edge of the bed and handed the bowl to her mouth: "Mrs. Mo has been in the hospital these days. She made the soup with her own hands and brought it to you with her own hands. You drink some first."
Mrs. Mo
Ji Nuan glanced at the chicken soup in the bowl.
Sure enough, Ms. Wanzhu's cooking skills are really good, but she smells like a chef.
She could not imagine Wanzhu's feelings when she was enduring the pain of losing her son and the pain of her daughter-in-law's miscarriage, and insisted on making soup for her with her own hands.
"You drink some. Mrs. Mo's pain and worry will be no less than yours, but she is really strong. For Mr. Mo's sake, you must hold on, especially you. You must take good care of your body now, and you can drink this soup. If so, Mrs. Mo will feel better."
Ji Nuan obediently took a sip. It tasted really good, light but not tasteless.
"How long will it take for him to get through the dangerous period?" After a few sips, Ji Nuan couldn't drink any more and she asked hoarsely.
Feng Ling knew that she couldn't drink now, so she put the bowl aside and replied: "I don't know, we still need observation and follow-up treatment. Dr. Qin has also rushed over after getting the news. Don't worry about the medical environment in the United States. As long as there is a glimmer of possibility, They will use the best medicine and the best medical treatment to save Mr. Mo."
Feng Ling had already spoken to this point, and Ji Nuan could only maintain a superficial calm even though his heart was shattered.
They didn't want her to be too sad, and it was superfluous to be sad now. The only thing she could do was to not let them worry about her anymore.
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Another week passed, and Mo Jingshen was still unconscious. He was even critically ill several times and was rescued urgently.
During this period, Ji Nuan couldn't sleep well every day and every night. As soon as she closed her eyes, she would see the scene of the black Bentley rushing in front of her. The huge impact and vibrations in the sky made her wake up again and again, and then she would wake up again. Can't sleep either.
The news she learned from Feng Ling these days was that Su Xueyi died in a car equipped with a self-ignition system. When the Los Angeles police came to investigate, they did preconceptions that there was some dispute between Su Xueyi and Ji Nuan, and because She was too emotionally unstable and wanted to die with Ji Nuan, but in the end she died in the exploding car.
When the police went to Su's house to collect evidence, Mr. Su and Su Zhilan didn't say much. Only Su Zhilan said distressedly when facing the media that Su Xueyi was the cousin with whom she had the best relationship. He didn't expect her current madness to be so serious. I would think of such an extreme method as dying with others...
The blame for each incident was placed on Su Xueyi, and there was no evidence to prove it. Although this case was not concluded hastily, the police had basically determined the situation, so they continued to search for the truth less seriously.
Even if Ji Nuan wanted to confront Su Zhilan now, she couldn't go out at all in the hospital, and Mo Jingshen hadn't woken up. She didn't have the energy to identify or accuse. After all, she really didn't have evidence in her hand.
Su Zhilan used Su Xueyi really well. Everything happened so naturally that even the police with a keen sense of smell could not detect anything strange.
But Ji Nuan, the murderer who caused her miscarriage, will not let go even if she dies!
As time passed day by day, Ji Nuan went from being unable to get up at the beginning, to being able to walk around the ward a few days later, and then half a month later to being able to occasionally go to Mo Jingshen's intensive care unit in a daze. This ward has no glass and cannot be seen. The situation inside and the people inside were not visible. She could only feel the man a few meters away from her through the wall, but she felt inexplicably so far away.
Every day when Ji Nuan wakes up, the first thing he says is to ask: "Is Mo Jingshen awake?"
The answer was a shake of the head.
Ji Nuan couldn't imagine a person sleeping alone for nearly twenty days, but he could probably tell from the doctors' occasional conversations that they said the worst outcome was to sleep forever.
The winter night in Los Angeles was really cold. Ji Nuan stood outside the door of Mo Jingshen's ward. She raised her hand to touch the cold wall across the wall. The lights in the wall had been extinguished for a long time, but she still refused to leave.
She just wanted to be here with him, waiting for him to wake up, waiting for him to open his eyes.
Sitting across the wall like this for many days in a row, Ji Nuan thought of her relationship with Mo Jingshen in her previous life. It was so simple for a person to disappear from life. Mo Jingshen disappeared so completely in those ten years, just like now, silently. .
Fate seemed to be playing a big joke on Ji Nuan. She thought she had regained everything she had lost in her previous life, but now she seemed to be pulling away bit by bit.
In his previous life, Mo Jingshen was able to return to China unharmed ten years later. How could he remain asleep now
Two days later, Ji Nuan squatted alone outside the door of Mo Jingshen's ward while no one was around late at night. She looked out the window at the dark moonless night sky, waiting for him to wake up longer and longer.
By the time Ji Nuan had recovered enough to be discharged from the hospital, a month had passed since the day of the car accident.
Mo Jingshen has also been sleeping for a month.
Three days ago, the doctor said that he had passed the critical period and that all aspects of his life had stabilized, but when would he wake up? Maybe he would wake up tomorrow, or maybe he would never wake up in his lifetime.
Ji Nuan wanted to stay with Ji Nuan in the hospital, but Wan Zhu forcibly took her back to the Mo family in Los Angeles. With Ji Nuan here, Wan Zhu felt that Mo Jingshen was also there. Seeing Ji Nuan, she felt at ease. She didn't want Ji Nuan to be in the cold I was in a daze every day and night in the hospital.
Ji Nuan was lying in the bedroom where Mo Jingshen had slept, knowing that no one answered his cell phone, but she still called him three times a day.
It shuts down every time.
Ji Nuan followed Wan Zhu to the hospital again, but he still couldn't enter the ward at will.
She hasn't seen him for a month.
Ji Nuan squatted in the corridor, holding her cell phone and texting Mo Jingshen.
She only sent one sentence.
[Mo Jingshen, I'm scared. ]
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(There will be no amnesia jokes, please don’t flood the screen with your over-speculated plot.)