The wind in winter is very cold.

Very tired. It's really a lot. It's not just physically tired, but also mentally tired.

Yu Manshan just stood up with joy and was about to come forward to support Liu Qing, but when she saw a scene in front of her. Her heart seemed to fall to hell again. She looked foolishly as she watched Liu Qing twitch in the cold wind, her mind was blank and blood flowing out of the wound. Then she seemed to wake her up, and her voice was hoarse and screamed: "Liu Qing

"Uncle. What's wrong with you, uncle? Get up quickly, uncle

"Liu Qing. You can't die just like that, Liu Qing." Fu Jundie looked frightened and rushed to hug his body mixed with blood and dust: "For the sake of the child in my belly, wake up quickly, Liu Qing,"

One by one, the heart-wrenching cry sounds were accompanied by the more violent northwest wind, whistling. They were as sad and cold as the sound of the erhu.

"What are you still standing there? Send Instructor Liu to the hospital quickly." Lei Zi roared violently: "There is that military doctor, my boss is going to have an accident, I'll find you to bury him."

The two special forces captains who had been trained by Liu Qing and Lei Zi hurriedly picked up Liu Qing and ran towards the helicopter.

Thirty days later, in the hospital ward, Liu Qing was lying quietly on the hospital bed, and various nursing equipment was starting for 24 hours. His heart was beating almost steady. He seemed to have no consciousness at all. In the battle with Achier, although Liu Qing's heart was not pierced, the sharp blade of the dagger had penetrated into the heart. A wound was caused, and at the same time, it caused excessive blood loss and shock. After the helicopter sent him to the hospital, his heart stopped beating. With the successful rescue, Liu Qing did not wake up for a long time, as if he was in a deep sleep.

Outside the ward, the director was accompanied by himself. The old man was dressed in plain clothes, staring at his grandson who had been alive a little while ago through the doors and windows. He couldn't help but have tears in his eyes, and his back and bones were straight, and he couldn't help but feel a little hunched. Those women, almost no one of them, sat or stood in the hospital corridor. Fortunately, due to the old man, the corridors of the special care ward here were blocked, otherwise such beautiful and noble women with unique characteristics, but also described as sad and noble temperament gathered together. God knows whether it would cause ridiculous things like onlookers. They each lowered their heads and didn't want to say a word.

The dean was sweating on his forehead and was carefully with the old man, so he didn't dare to breathe.

"Can he wake up?" The old man's voice trembled a little.

"This, theories are OK." The dean said with a guilty look: "When he was sent here, he lost too much blood and had many wounds on his body. Especially the gunshot wound on his back and his son who was stabbed out of his heart, which caused hemorrhagic shock. It was a miracle to be able to survive.

As for the “defying treatment method in medicine, there is not a very systematic way of treatment. The brain is still too complicated for modern medicine. It depends on luck. If you are lucky, you will wake up soon. If,"

The old man frowned and said a little angrily: "What do you mean? If you are not lucky, will he not wake up for the rest of his life?"

"Chief. That, actually, there are many examples of vegetative people waking up." When the dean saw that the old man seemed to be angry, he hurriedly said: "We will definitely give full efforts to treat him, but it depends on the cooperation of the family. If, if, if it is someone he cares very much, he talks to him every day and wakes him up, maybe,"

"Maybe. Maybe? It's all maybe, maybe." The old man was in an extremely irritable mood. He was originally called the Living King of Hell, but his temper was a very irritable and fierce person.

"Grandpa, grandpa, don't be angry first." Mu Wanqing described it as a dim fit and held the old man's arm, comforting softly: "Don't worry first, maybe he is just too tired and wants to take a rest. I will take good care of him. Maybe he will wake up in a few days. If you are so angry, wouldn't Liu Qing worry about you when he wakes up?"

"Qing'er, good boy." The old man sighed and gently stroked her head: "I know you have divorced that brat because of emotional problems." The old man glanced at the women in the corridor.

"Grandpa." Mu Wanqing choked, her eyes were red, and she shook her head and said, "Actually, I just wanted to scare him. Unexpectedly, he really was.

"Forget it, I actually know it too. I asked the doctor a few days ago." The old man looked a little discouraged: "Although I often see news about vegetative people waking up, if it is so easy to treat, it will not be in the news. Jing'er, if, if possible, you should go get married early. Don't delay it for him. I will never blame you for any of it."

"Grandpa. Don't say that." Mu Wanqing bit her lip, her face pale without any blood. She cried and said, "He is like this now, how could I leave him? Grandpa, don't mention such things anymore, I will never abandon him." I know my grandsons. My temperament is really strong." The old man Wu sighed in a trembling voice as if he had few old scarves and claws. "As the saying goes, it's easy to break, because of his temperament, he will resolutely break. Similarly, because of his strong nature, he planted the seeds for this disaster. Guess, Qing'er. In fact, you and Liu Qing are the same. Since you insist on not leaving him, I will give you three years. If, if, if he doesn't wake up in three years, I will take him away and no longer let him harm you.

"Grandpa, you can't do this." Mu Wanqing looked a little anxious.

"I was determined to do so. The old man's face turned right and said in a deep voice: "Qing'er, I don't want to be at our house. When I saw another Ya'er, I paused for a moment, and then said to everyone: "You all go in and see him. The dean said that his injuries have basically healed. Maybe some miracle will happen. I won't be able to withstand this old bone. Also, let his parents know about this matter later. His mother's health is not very good. Alas, maybe I did too many evil things on the battlefield back then. The evil spirit is too strong." With the help of the dean and the guards, the old man hunched over and walked out step by step.

Mu Wanqing was the first to unscrew the ward door and walked in. For the past thirty days, she would spend a lot of time here almost every day. She also tried to awaken Liu Qing, but it never had any effect. The other group of women also entered one after another. Fortunately, the special care ward is very large, there are two small rooms for nighttime and a large living room. Otherwise, it would really seem crowded...

All the girls looked at Liu Qing, who looked peacefully, as if he was asleep. They were calm and had a normal face. However, for thirty days, the hospital had determined that he was currently in a vegetative state. There was an indescribable pain in his heart. Yu Manshan covered his mouth, raised Wu with a whim, and turned around to hug Mu Wanqing: "Guess, you said, why did you think this happen? Why did a good person suddenly become like this?"

"What's the use of crying?" Yun Nianlan also rolled in tears in her eyes. After saying angrily, she sighed: "I heard that if someone he cares very much, he might wake him up. You have probably tried it during this period. However, I suggest that we must not give up easily. We come one by one and talk to him one by one."

"We should pay attention to everyone's **, don't watch here. We will go to the living room first to queue up Dong Xinfei can't help but cry. In this life, we finally met a crazy man who made him love crazy and admire him. The key is that he is slowly accepting himself. Who can think of it? Destiny is a fate that will make people cry. At the last moment, he encountered such a husband's disaster.

The girls went to the living room one by one, and finally agreed on the order, and Zhuo Ying accompanied Su Jingxian to go first. After all, Su Jingxian's health was not very good. She avoided such a time and was busy causing trouble. She took care of her again and again.

Su Jingxian gently half-sitted on the hospital bed beside Liu Qing, her soft eyes seemed to be less clear because she had cried too much recently. She poked her hand and gently stroked his rough and vicissitudes of face. He slept peacefully, but Su Jingxian felt sore in her heart. She wanted to cry, and she couldn't help but she burst into tears, and she murmured: "Liu is Xiaoxian. The Xiaoxian who grew up with you and went to and from school with you every day. Liu Qing, I love you. If you can hear what I say, hurry up and wake up. Liu Qing. I don't want to, don't want to lose you again. By the end, Su Jingxian was already choked and couldn't speak, leaning on Liu Qing, crying, constantly

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Zhuo Ying also quietly wiped her tears. She hurriedly stepped forward and comforted her a few words. However, she scolded Liu Qing with a stern face and said, "Liu Qing. How can you be so irresponsible? You are already old and even your daughter is several years old. You are still so disobedient. Wake up quickly, Liu Qing, have you heard it? I am Zhuo Ying, the class monitor who taught you when you were in high school. Liu Qing." Zhuo Ying said this and cried excitedly: "Liu Qing,

You don't know, I've been looking for you so hard, I've been waiting for you to appear. I've been in love with you all the time, Liu Qing. I pick your thorns every day, and I'm just thinking about it and simply attracting your attention. It's all my fault, I blame me for not having the courage to confess to you. Liu Qing, why are you willing to fall asleep and not paying attention to me? Liu Zhuoying also knelt in front of the window, pounced on him, tears flowing, and his voice was hoarse and sad.
Chapter completed!