Good Morning, Dear

A door, between her and him.

His life and death are unknown inside, and she is lost outside.

The accompanying police asked her to wash her blood, but she ignored it. She sat on the ground staring blankly at the direction of the operating room... Don't leave, don't leave... Her hands were agitated together, the sweat of her palms wet the blood in her hands, so that his blood was on her hands and cuffs

An hour.

Two hours.

three hours.

Her mood was out of control while waiting. She was confused and agitated like a trapped animal. She rushed to the door and slapped the heavy door: "come out, Mo Li, you come out... Why don't you come out? Why don't you come out? What are you doing inside? Doctors and nurses, open the door, open the door..."

The accompanying police pulled her away and asked her not to hinder the doctor's rescue: "it will be fine, and the dean's medical skills are also..."

Before he finished, the door of the operating room suddenly opened from the inside. The person who appeared was not the nurse, not the president, not Mo Li, but Mo Li's assistant doctor. He quickly flashed out and hurriedly closed the door.

At the same time, Cheng Qingyao grabbed him like crazy, uneasy and impatient: "Mo Li? How's Mo Li? Why hasn't he come out yet? How long will he come out? He..."

"He's okay, don't worry!"

"Why hasn't he come out yet? It's almost four hours..."

"What about four hours? Four hours of surgery is very common and nothing. Don't worry, he's really fine. Look at me. I can be so relaxed if he wants something?" Mo Li was seriously injured, but fortunately, he was sent to the hospital in time and gravity was dissolved by his shoulder, which didn't cause great disaster. The assistant doctor took off his mask and tried to comfort her. Seeing that she still doesn't believe it, take her to wash her hands and face, and then take her to the study room.

Sitting high across the glass, she can clearly see the situation in the operating room!

Mo Li lay motionless on the bed and was connected with many instruments. Cheng Qingyao couldn't understand too much, but he could understand the cardiometer. It had been undulating up and down regularly. This means that he is still alive, which means that his heart is still beating. She breathed out a hard breath, and tears surged out again.

A nurse saw her looking up and told the dean.

The Dean looked around, nodded at her, made an OK gesture, and straightened five fingers at her.

The assistant doctor translated to her: "the Dean told you that he is in good condition. He can finish the operation and return to the ward in five minutes."

Cheng Qingyao put her hands together and expressed her gratitude to the Dean, but the tears couldn't stop: "this is the best result. I'm afraid that he would like his mother and suddenly give up and don't want me..." this is the pain she has felt all her life. When it comes to the sad place, she cried and couldn't speak.

The assistant doctor sighed and reached out to touch her back to help her breathe: "In addition to her head injury, my aunt has many injuries on her body. Her injury is much heavier than him, and she missed the best treatment time. In fact, my aunt's operation was also done here. She shared the same operating table with Dr. mo. Tan Yeying and I sat here like you and me and watched the whole treatment process."

"..." Cheng Qingyao's tears flowed more fiercely. In fact, she could guess a little as soon as she came in here, because many scenes coincided inexplicably in front of her. She saw many scenes she had never seen and made up for the deepest regret in her heart. Her mother left, but her mother still insisted on leaving a magnetic field to say her final formal farewell.

"In less than half a month, the two most important people around you have had accidents one after another. I understand the pain and psychological shadow. However, you must believe Dr. mo. he has never been a man who gives up easily. He is worthy of your dependence and trust all his life."

"Is his injury serious?"

"Not too heavy, not too light, moderate brain injury."

"What does moderate mean?"

"To put it simply, concussion is accompanied by slight brain contusion and laceration." he happened to dissolve part of his strength with his shoulder, otherwise all his strength would knock on his head, and the immortal would not save him.

Cheng Qingyao still couldn't understand it. It was too professional. She asked in a different way: "is brain loss difficult to treat? What kind of sequelae will there be?"

"Whether it is difficult or not is still uncertain. In the next three days, we have to do brain CT repeatedly to determine the degree of brain loss and repair. It is also difficult to say the sequelae. It is estimated that there is nothing good to recover, and it is estimated that there will be a headache from time to time..." before finishing, the Dean began to finish work. Moli had already handled it and wrapped a thick layer of gauze on his head.

The Dean also turned and waved to her, motioning her to the ward.

She quickly got up and didn't know where the ward was. Then she turned around and pulled up the assistant doctor. Mo Li's ward must be the best ward. It's a single room, far away from the noise of the ward. There's also a balcony, kitchen, bathroom and wardrobe. Yes, yes, wardrobe, clothes.

Ask the assistant doctor to help run, go home and bring him some laundry. People like him can't stand dirt and can't use things outside.

Not long after the assistant doctor left, Mo Li was pushed back. The anesthetic didn't disperse. He was still asleep. He lost too much blood, his face was very pale, and his lips were blue. She told him not to respond. The three doctors worked together to carefully carry him to the hospital bed, and the nurse hung up the potion and connected the instrument,

The Dean stood aside and carefully told her, "you don't go anywhere these three days. Just watch him by the bed. He may not wake up, but he must be able to hear your voice. You are the only driving force to support him now. During the operation, he was half unconscious and half awake, but he kept talking about your name."

"OK!" Cheng Qingyao didn't wipe her tears with one hand. She covered her face with both hands, and cried into tears.

"There are many pathological reactions to brain injury, and vomiting is one of them. You should watch him carefully and don't let him choke his trachea when he vomits. There is a bell at the head of the bed. When he vomits or is upset, you ring the bell to call the doctor and nurse. I've been there these days."

"OK."

"By the way, I have one more thing to tell you."

Cheng Qingyao was so frightened that all her tears stayed in her eyes and looked at him in panic. She didn't know he was so serious and wanted to say something big.

He coughed twice and waved her to relax: "Don't be nervous. It's not a big deal. Just tell you that his blood type is different from ours. There are few blood types that can be matched with him. Mo's family doesn't have any. The blood he just lost is his own life-saving blood stored in the hospital these years. Aren't you married? Won't you have children when you get married? I'll help you when you have children here, such as If you don't live here, you must remember that no matter whether your child's blood type follows you or him, you must keep your child's umbilical cord blood. No matter how expensive it is, you must keep it well. That blood may become a vital life-saving blood for your child... "