The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

As the sun went down, the experts' second large-scale consultation operation finally came to an end.

Mu Qiaozhi is still unconscious, but has been transferred to the VIP ward.The trauma to the back, chest and right leg were all fine, but the intracranial trauma kept him unconscious.

No matter how authoritative experts are, they dare not make guarantees when facing the eyes of the Mu family couple. No one knows when he will wake up, or if he will never wake up.However, they were all very polite and tried their best to communicate with this famous doctor couple and comfort them very seriously.

Relevant parties have repeatedly issued instructions, emphasizing that they must go all out to save Qiao Zhijun's life as much as possible.They also repeatedly promised to wake up Qiao Zhijun.

However, this did not comfort the two of them, because Qiao Zhi had been in a coma for three days and three nights.

The corridors of the hospital are full of flower baskets, all sent by relatives and friends from all walks of life.Because there were too many, which affected the normal order, the relevant departments urged not to send flowers anymore, so they did not continue.

Only Fang Likun was not there.

She quietly slipped into the ward without listening to any expert reports.

Days passed like years, and she finally saw him for the first time.

He was in the intensive care unit for the past two days, and no one was allowed to visit him at all. Everyone looked through the glass door, but they couldn't see anything.Finally, she was transferred to the ward last night, but she didn't dare to go because Mrs. Mu and her group were there.

Today, she didn't waste the opportunity.

Qiao Zhijun was wearing a thick oxygen mask, and he had no signs of life, but when she touched his hand, she found it was warm.

The heart that was almost desperate to the end suddenly recovered a little.

"Qiao Zhi... Qiao Zhi... Qiao Zhi, it's me... Can you hear me?"

He lay still, eyes closed.

The blood on his body has been scrubbed clean, the wound has been treated very well, and even the injured leg can't see anything abnormal... If it weren't for the terrible oxygen mask, you wouldn't be able to tell that he was a patient at all.

brain death.

How terrible.

How could such a healthy and strong man be brain-dead?

No, no, absolutely not, he will jump out of bed at any time, play ball, run long distances, exercise...

"Qiao Zhi, I will stay with you, don't worry, I will stay with you until you get better..."

Her voice was very low, she just held his hand tightly, as if she wanted to transfer part of her energy to him.

When she was in the most painful and desperate time, he spared no effort to pull her out, walk towards the sunshine again, and live again.Now, it was his turn, and she also had the obligation and responsibility to pull him out.

But, this time, he slept for too long.Whatever she said, he couldn't hear a bit.

She spread his hands and buried her face in his palm, vaguely, as if she heard him laughing: "Li Kun... Ha... Li Kun..."

Suddenly opened his eyes, he was silent and quiet, everything was just an illusion.

In a haze, I remembered the time when I was sick, it was only three days, but I was sick for three to five months.

In the first month, when the buried mother returned to the United States, her whole body almost collapsed. At the worst, she weighed less than [-] kilograms. Death is almost a living dead.