ninth junior sister

Chapter 290

"Where is this?"

Ling Xiaoruo inquired in surprise, but after the questioning, she felt a sound coming. Ling Xiaoruo followed the sound and found that the door of the room had been opened, and two men in white robes came in. Recognized, he is the director of the leading neurosurgery and neurology departments in their hospital.

"Director Ning, Director Li." Ling Xiaoruo called out to the two of them, but they didn't seem to hear them, but they still walked towards her.

They stood still beside her bed, and saw Director Ning frowned, raised his hand towards her, Ling Xiaoruo stared, seeing his hands were about to touch her chest, she frowned and shouted: "Director Ning, what are you doing?"

Occupational harassment?I have worked with Director Ning for so many years, but I still don't know that he is so good?It really is knowing people, knowing faces but not knowing hearts!

Ling Xiaoruo raised his hand to slap Director Ning's claws away, but there was no response after the first slap, because Director Ning's hand passed through her body with ease, she was a little dumbfounded, and stood in disbelief. He got up and looked down, only to find that another self was lying on the hospital bed, and Director Ning was opening his eyelids to check seriously.He was wearing a hospital uniform, with salt water hanging on his hand, his black hair was scattered behind his back, his eyes were tightly closed, and his lips were so pale that there was no trace of blood.

"What's wrong with me?"

This time Ling Xiaoruo was very sure that the person lying on the hospital bed was himself, his true self.

"Old Li, what do you think Director Ling is going on? It doesn't look like a vegetable, why hasn't he woke up after being in a coma for so long?"

"I don't know either. Seeing that her other organs are intact, I really don't know what's going on. She just can't wake up. I have already notified the neurology authority in the United States to come to our hospital. Just wait."

While Ling Xiaoruo was thinking, Director Ning and Director Li had already started talking, and their conversation clearly entered Ling Xiaoruo's ears. She blinked her eyes and said to them in disbelief: "Why don't you wake up?" Come? I've time-traveled, okay? My soul has time-traveled!"

The two directors didn't hear her screaming at all, they just sighed and stood beside the bed.

At this time, two more people came into the ward, Ling Xiaoruo took a closer look, but they were her parents.

"Mom and Dad!"

Ling Xiaoruo called out, but they couldn't hear her at all, and saw her mother, with tears glistening, threw herself to the hospital bed and cried, "Ruo'er, mother's good, Ruo'er, what's wrong with you? Wake up?" Come on, okay? Talk to mom, even if you say a word..."

"Ruo'er, although you have been in poor health since you were a child, you have been taking medicine twice a day, but you haven't had any serious illnesses in the past twenty years, so why did you suddenly faint?"

"Is it because the job of being a doctor is too hard? After all, Mom shouldn't let you study medicine, knowing that studying medicine will be very tiring... Ruo'er..."

Once Ling's mother pounced on Ling Xiaoruo's body, she began to chatter endlessly.

Ling Xiaoruo knelt beside her, and touched her hair with his hands. The black hair that used to be like ink was now grey. Looking at the white hair in front of her mother's temples, her heart was already weeping blood. The memories of that time swept over, how could she forget the fact that her health has been poor?

"Mom, I'm by your side, don't be sad."

Ling Xiaoruo spoke over and over again, louder each time, but her mother couldn't hear her at all.

"Ailing, don't be like this, take good care of yourself, Ruo'er will always wake up, if she wakes up and sees you so haggard, her heart will hurt."

Dad patted her on the back behind mom and comforted her.

After Ling Xiaoruo saw how her parents missed her, tears could no longer be restrained from falling down her eyes. She wanted to reach out to touch her father, but her hand passed through his body without any tactile sensation. The feeling made her feel very panicked and unfamiliar. After several struggles, she finally buried her head deeply on the hospital bed and cried bitterly: "Dad, Mom... what should I do? Mom..."

Perhaps because of excessive grief, Ling Xiaoruo collapsed on the bed, and his consciousness gradually lost, eroded step by step, and finally replaced by a boundless darkness.

Ling Xiaoruo has been in a coma for five hours since he was knocked unconscious by the stone.

When she woke up dimly, it was already very dusk, and she opened her eyes with difficulty. After waking up, her sanity had not yet fully recovered, but after shaking her head, she found everything that had just flashed in her mind It's just a dream.

Once she recalled the scene where Dugu Jueshang and Ye Qingcheng were torn apart, she couldn't help frowning and said angrily: "Damn, what kind of dream is this? Are you making up a romance novel?"

Hmph, it's still the bloodiest plot, betrayal, martyrdom, whatever!The most important thing is that she even imagined herself and Yun Jingxuan as the hero and heroine of the novel, playing sadomasochism and poignancy together. When she thought of this, she couldn't help but feel the chills all over her body.

She shivered for a while, pursed her somewhat chapped lips, propped herself up with her hands, and staggered away from the boulder she hit.

There were her bloodstains on the boulder, but what Ling Xiaoruo didn't notice was that her bloodstains flowed down and soaked some unevenness on the stone, and the unevenness had obviously been weathered and changed over time. It became blurred, but if you touch it with your hands carefully, you can still find that there are actually four characters engraved on it, and those four characters are impressively "Jueshang Qingcheng", and now the traces of those four characters It was already filled with Ling Xiaoruo's blood stains.I don't know why, but I always feel that under the golden sunlight of the setting sun, the four stone carvings soaked in blood actually emit a slight red light, as if they have life.

Ling Xiaoruo supported the tree trunk and walked all the way forward. Since she hadn't eaten for a long time, she was already very hungry. After walking for a while, she felt that her body's strength had been completely drained.

Holding on to the tree trunk, she sat down slowly, stretched out her hands to fiddle with the nearby bushes for a while, found some green grass, and immediately squeezed the juice of the grass into her lips, and the dry lips were no longer moistened by the liquid. Uncomfortably dry.

It's just that the smell of the green grass was astringent, mixed with a fishy smell, although Ling Xiaoruo felt sick, but it could always replenish some energy, so he pinched his nose and chewed the juice.

When her stomach was not so empty, she continued to grope forward, and after walking for a while, she found some herbs, plucked them, made a slurry and applied it to the bruise on her forehead.

(End of this chapter)