Chapter 1512

When the doctor finished treating the wound on her face, Gu was already sweaty and wet.

When Hezi came in, Gu's face had been bandaged again.

"I'm sorry, sister-in-law. I knew I shouldn't have let you go." He Zi blamed herself.

Meimou, with tears in her eyes, has been holding back and reaching for her hand.

Feeling the moisture in her palm, he Zixin didn't know what to say.

The doctor asked Hezi to go to the office to talk about the injury on Gu's face.

"Sister in law, I'll come back later."

Gu qingreluctantly smiled and nodded.

This smile, pulling the wound on the face, more painful.

She looked at He Zi and her eyes darkened as if they had lost their brightness.

In the doctor's office, the attending doctor told Hezi, "I think we should let her see a psychiatrist about the patient's current situation."

"Why do you say that?" He Zi's face sank suddenly, and his voice was obviously unhappy.

What does he mean by that?

Is it hard not to say that there is something wrong with the spirit of Gu lightly?

The attending doctor knew he Zi's identity, so he spoke with some respect.

"Just when we treated her for the injury on her face, she was adamant not to be drugged. Originally, the nerves on her face were very sensitive, but she tried to bear the pain and didn't even hum. I always feel that there is a heavy burden in her heart, which makes her want to torture herself with clear pain. "

Hearing this, He Zi's body is slightly quivering. Is it his brother's death?

"You should have also found that she doesn't care about the facial injuries and the scars she will leave in the future. It's like the injured face is someone else's. " The attending doctor thought it strange that no one would be so calm.

When he treated Gu gently, he paid attention to her.

It was too painful, but she still clenched her teeth and said nothing.

She can feel the pain, but it seems that there is a more painful psychological trauma than the face, which makes her not care about the injury on the face at all.

He Zi didn't get angry again. He went out of the doctor's office and went back to the ward.

"Sister in law, what are you doing?" As soon as he Zigang entered, he saw Gu gently pull out the infusion needle on the back of his hand and get up to get out of bed.

Gu looked back at her and said, "now the wound has been treated. I'm ok. Let's go back! "

"You can't go back. You have to have an infusion. You can't let the wound infect again." He Zi forcibly stops.

Gu raised his head gently, his face wrapped with gauze facing her.

"I'm really OK. Neither of us is here. I'm not sure about my brother's diet."

Without Hezi, she can't lose her brother any more.

She would never allow anyone to poison her brother again.

"Then you stay here. I'll go back. I'll go back now." He Zi holds Gu's shoulder and stares at her tightly with a worried tone.

She was in a hurry. She was in a hurry for Gu Qing's now dead attitude.

"Now you go back, brother Jiang Feng asked what happened to your face? What do you say? " He Zi asked her.

Gu was asked gently, eyes slightly heavy.

After a while, she nodded slightly: "then my brother is in trouble with you."

"We are all family. What's the trouble?" He Zi helps Gu to lie down gently and asks the nurse to come in and re tie the infusion needle before leaving.

On the way back, the car sped, sitting in the back of her, wide open the window.

The wind came in and Hezi's hair was blown.

She leans on the seat, her eyes looking out of the window.

When he got home, Jiang Feng was awake, sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at the flat.

He Zi adjusted her mood and went over.

"Brother Jiang Feng!" She smiled and said hello.

Jiangfeng is very handsome, with fair skin and clean temperament.

If he had not been poisoned and brain damaged, it would have been the legend of the stock market.

"Miss, Mr. Zhong is here." The housekeeper came at this time, said softly and respectfully.

Hearing this, He Zi immediately stood up and bowed his head slightly to Zhong Lao, who was pushed in.

Although he Zi has a distinguished identity, Mr. Zhong is a very respected elder of Jiang Feng, and now he is still treating Jiang Feng's illness, so He Zi is very respectful of this old man.

Mr. Zhong took a look at He Zi, and his eyes fell on Jiang Feng's face.

He has come here once yesterday to diagnose Jiang Feng's illness, and has seen his previous medical records, as well as all the processes and drugs of treatment abroad.

He knew that the poison in Jiangfeng was irreversible.

As foreign experts say, what we can do now is to alleviate and improve. It is impossible to return to the previous state.

"Jiang Feng, don't you remember me?" Although Mr. Zhong has known that Jiang Feng's memory is limited, he saw it clearly yesterday. Goodbye today. He is still so strange, which makes Mr. Zhong feel heavy.

It's easy to talk about the memory that has suffered so much.

Jiang Feng heard someone calling him. He put down his tablet and looked up slowly at Mr. Zhong, who had been pushed to his eyes.

"You are?" Jiang Feng really has no impression. I don't know who the old gentleman is.

"Brother Jiang Feng, he is Grandpa Zhong, before..."

Before listening to her, Grandpa Zhong shook his head at her.

Motioned to her not to say things that had been so long before, so that Jiangfeng would not have a headache when he thought about it.

He Zi nodded and sat down.

Mr. Zhong looked at Jiang Feng with a gentle eyes: "come on, give me your hand, I will feel for you."

Jiang Feng has some doubts. Look at He Zi.

In fact, he Zixin was moved. Brother Jiangfeng had a bad memory and didn't remember who he was.

After a period of treatment abroad, I feel better now. At least I remember the latest things sometimes.

Brother Jiang Feng came back to China a few days ago, but he didn't know her for the first time. Later, every time he knew who she was.

And brother Jiang Feng trusts her very much, just like trust and carefulness.

He Zi nodded to Jiang Feng's brother: "brother Jiang Feng, Grandpa Zhong is a doctor. Let him feel your pulse!"

Jiang Feng hears the words, and then looks to Grandpa Zhong.

Grandpa Zhong is wearing a gray Zhongshan suit today. Because of the inconvenience of legs and feet, he has been sitting in a wheelchair, pushed in by the nurse arranged by Qiao's family.

When Jiang Feng reaches out his hand, he doesn't feel for Grandpa Zhong.

It's the thin blanket that Grandpa Zhong put on his leg. It's finished.

"Some slip down, you think it's cold?" Jiangfeng opens his mouth.

Looking at the innocence and understanding in his eyes, Mr. Zhong smiled.

In the past, Jiang Feng was very smart and steady. The most important thing was that he was very kind and often did a lot of good deeds.

Now he is ill, and his eyes are still full of the goodness of his nature.

It's good. There are few such children in the society now.

Just his illness?

"Give me your hand!" Said Mr. Zhong.