The male god is sick: the only favorite sweetheart wants to leave home

Chapter 319 Suffering
"Tell me when you think about it."

Wilson gave Mu Xiaoran an encouraging look, no matter how Mu Xiaoran chooses, it is the right decision.

Mu Xiaoran took a deep breath, and said word by word: "I want her to wake up."

Wilson said that her mother has a strong sense of survival, so she should also hope to wake up.

She thought it would be better if no one wanted to leave quietly like this, because there are still people in this world who are worried.

Even if he can only be awake for one day, it can be regarded as an explanation for this life.

Wilson nodded solemnly, and then plunged into the emergency room without looking back.

This time, his back has the desolation of a last stand, and the tragedy of a strong man breaking his wrist.

After this treatment, the good result is that Lian Yi will wake up and then die, and the bad result is that she leaves quietly during the treatment process, no matter which one is, it is very cruel to Mu Xiaoran.

After he went all out, he still couldn't change the result.

In the face of death, human power is too small, he knows it better than anyone else, and he is more helpless than anyone else.

Mu Xiaoran sat paralyzed on the chair outside the emergency room, her mother was all in her mind, and at this moment, she also began to doubt her decision.

In fact, as long as my mother is alive, that is her happiness.

What does it matter if you wake up or not?
The waiting time was extremely tormented, and every minute and every second became very long.

She was worried that such torment would drive her crazy, or that it would be better to be crazy, so there was no more trouble.

"Xiaoran, eat something."

Lu Che patted Mu Xiaoran on the shoulder, hoping he could give her some strength.

Mu Xiaoran raised her head slowly, then shook her head feebly, she had no appetite at all.

Not to mention eating, she panicked when she saw the food.

Lu Che helplessly put the porridge aside, and sat quietly beside Mu Xiaoran. Now he can only accompany Mu Xiaoran.

It's not that he doesn't want to be comforted, but that all comforts seem too pale.

Three minutes later, Wang Ma came over with a thermos. Looking at Mu Xiaoran's red and swollen eyes, she said distressedly, "This is the bone soup noodle I just made. Try it. If you don't like it, I'll go back and make it again."

"Thank you."

Mu Xiaoran sincerely thanked her, but she didn't do anything other than this sentence.

She doesn't want to eat, she just wants to know what's going on inside.

Tang Shaojue, who was sitting opposite Mu Xiaoran, said with disgust: "Eat quickly, don't let your mother wake up so hard, and see you half dead."

In less than a day, this woman has become so haggard, I can't even look at her!

Will this woman take care of herself?
Mu Xiaoran moved slightly, and Wang Ma immediately served a bowl of noodles.

"The young master is right. The body is the capital of the revolution. You must not starve yourself to death, or Madam will definitely feel distressed."

Mu Xiaoran's Book of Songs blinked and forced back tears.

Tang Shaojue was right, no matter what, she had to eat.

Wang Ma's cooking skills are very good, the bone broth is delicious, and the noodles are firm, which has always been Mu Xiaoran's favorite.

But today it was like chewing wax. Mu Xiaoran took a lot of effort to swallow the noodles, and his throat was sore from scratching. After eating half a bowl with difficulty, Mu Xiaoran didn't want to eat it anyway.

It was getting dark, but the door of the rescue room was closed tightly. The longer the time dragged on, the more worried and anxious I became.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Wilson finally came out, and Lian Yi was also sent to the intensive care unit.

The first hurdle has been successfully passed, and finally people can see some hope.

(End of this chapter)