"Tired, child." A warm and kind voice sounded in her ear. The voice was very familiar, as if it came from the remote sky. It seemed that she had been familiar with the voice for a long time. She wanted to look back to see who the voice was, but a pair of nice and warm hands held her.

"Come on, sit down here. Don't worry." Even don't know who she is, she is very obedient to be supported by the hands, sitting on the side of the chair, naturally, she raised her head, a pair of kind and kind eyes are looking at her, eyes with gentle and kind, with concern and anxiety, such a pair of eyes, trance has long seen, that eyes are so familiar and kind.

"Mrs. Wu Lan." Mu Qingzhu exclaimed in surprise and looked at her incredulously.

Why is she here?

"Child, it's me." Mrs. Wu Lan saw her surprise and didn't explain anything. She just sat down beside her, took her cold hand in her warm hand, rubbed it slightly, and sighed in a low voice: "this hand is really cold, child, you suffer, I'm late."

Mu Qingzhu is still looking at her foolishly. It's not that she doesn't believe Mrs. Wu Lan's kindness. It's really beyond her expectation.

In fact, she and Mrs. Wu Lan are only grandparents and grandchildren. She can care so much about her mother, or care about her, which makes her feel as if she is in a dream. Moreover, there is a strange feeling: the more she looks at Mrs. Wu Lan, the more she can see some similarity. Especially after close-up, this familiar feeling of deja vu is more obvious Obviously.

Obviously, Mrs. Wu Lan brought her such a wonderful feeling. It was like meeting her relatives. She had been longing for it for a long time. Therefore, even if it was a dream, she didn't want to wake up and would rather bathe in this beautiful feeling.

Mu Qingzhu looked at her blankly and helplessly, which made Mrs. Wu Lan's eyes wet. She took out a tissue with one hand and wiped it. Then she put her hand over her shoulder and said in a soft voice, "child, if you are tired, just lie on me and have a rest. Don't be afraid. Everything has me."

Mu Qingzhu was hugged by Mrs. Wu Lan and lay down on her lap. She didn't object. She was very obedient and didn't even know what to say. But for no reason, she just lay quietly on her warm knee without even considering whether it would be impolite to do so.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep in a moment.

Maybe it was only a while, or maybe some time passed.

She heard someone asking, "where's the patient's family?"

She immediately jumped to her feet.

"Professor Wu, how is my mother?" She didn't have time to think about it. She grabbed Professor Wu's arm and asked anxiously.

"Mrs. Ruan, please calm down." Professor Wu looked at Mu Qingzhu, nodded and said politely, "your mother's transplanted kidney was bruised because it was shallow from the skin and was squeezed by external force, which caused the shock of the patient. Generally, for such patients, we suggest that more attention should be paid to protecting this" key part. "

Professor Wu's words are very obvious, that is, the patient's family did not protect the patient well, so that her kidney was damaged by external force.

When Mu Qingzhu heard it, his brain exploded. The whole person became more and more confused and stood speechless.

"Doctor, how is the patient now?" Mrs. Wu Lan stood by, listening to this, and immediately asked calmly.

Dr. Wu didn't know Mrs. Wu Lan, or even dreamed that this elegant and luxurious woman would be Mrs. Wu Lan, who is famous in the world. However, with her temperament, he was also respectful and didn't dare to neglect her. He immediately replied, "madam, the patient is still in a coma. Because of kidney damage and more blood and urine, he may need blood transfusion. Now he has to go to the hospital immediately If we can stop the hematuria and strengthen the body's resistance, we may reduce the complications of rejection. However, we need to control the disease urgently. Therefore, the situation of the follow-up patients needs to be observed, and the next step is to live Hospital dialysis for a period of time, in order to reduce the burden of the kidney, conducive to the rehabilitation of patients

Mrs. Wu Lan's face darkened when she heard this. She immediately said, "doctor, no matter what method you use, you should try your best to save her life and what medicine you need. Just say that if you don't have it at home, I will provide it as soon as you can tell it from abroad."

Professor Wu looked at her in surprise, not sure of her identity, but to say this kind of words, the momentum is not what ordinary people can do.

"Madam, now there is a new kind of drug in the United States, which is specially used to treat kidney disease, called zempular. This drug has good curative effect on kidney, and has little side effects. If madam can get it, she can give the patient something to eat, which will be a good choice." After thinking about it, Dr. Wu put forward his suggestion.

"Thank you." Mrs. Wu Lan immediately wrote it down and said thanks.

Professor Wu turned to go.

"Wait, doctor." When Mrs. Wu Lan thought of something, she stopped Professor Wu, cleared her voice, and said seriously, "if the patient wants blood transfusion, I will.""This one." Professor Wu was surprised. After a while, he shook his head. "Madam, if the patient needs blood transfusion, we will go to the blood bank to extract it. Thank you."

Professor Wu finished, nodded politely again and turned away.

Mu Qingzhu stood still, listening to what the doctor said. At last, when she heard Mrs. Wu Lan's words about blood transfusion, she was shocked.

Is Mrs. Wu Lan over enthusiastic? She's 70 years old and needs to give blood to others. What's the spirit?

She couldn't figure it out.

But Mrs. Wu Lan's concern for her mother really moved her.

After a while, Wu Xiuping was transferred to the intensive care unit.

On the other hand, Ruan Hanyu's operation was completed at a very fast speed, until when the doctor pushed him out of the ward, he was still asleep and didn't wake up.

When Mu Qingzhu arrived at the ward, he saw Ruan Hanyu lying on the bed with a pale face. He was still unconscious and his eyes were red. He took Ruan Hanyu's hand and began to cry.

Ruan Hanyu had a very painful dream. In the dream, he felt severe pain all over his body. But he was too tired to open his eyes. At that time, he even thought he was dead and suffering in hell.

But the consciousness in his head beat him all the time: there was still danger in Ruan's residence and there were many explosives buried there. He couldn't let it go. He was the owner of the family and had to take responsibility.

When the warm tears fell into his hands drop by drop, he woke up.

I opened my eyes and saw the red and swollen eye circles of Mu Qingzhu. I was crying and suddenly turned over and got up.

"Hanyu, you wake up." Mu Qingzhu was startled by Ruan Hanyu's sudden rise and asked in surprise.

Ruan Hanyu sat up. Although he only slept for two hours, his energy was much better. Although the wound on his arm was burning, it was nothing to him.

"Qingzhu, how's mom?" When he woke up, he was stunned for a second and immediately took her hand and asked.

Mu Qingzhu wiped his tears with his hand and said in a low voice: "Hanyu, mom's kidney is squeezed by external force. She is still in a coma and has been sent to the intensive care unit."

"Damn Xi Yuxuan." Ruan Hanyu's heart sank when he heard the speech, and he gritted his teeth and scolded, one hand turned into a fist.

"I'll see mom." He stood up to go.

"Hanyu, be careful. You need infusion." Ruan Hanyu stood up. The needle on his arm touched and the blood flowed back. He was so scared that Mu Qingzhu exclaimed, "sit down quickly and go after infusion."

Ruan Hanyu then saw that there was a needle on the back of his hand. He only looked down, pulled it off and said, "what is a little gunshot wound? I'm a man. How can I be so delicate?"

Then he stood up and walked out.

"Hanyu." Mu Qingzhu was worried and followed him out.

In the intensive care unit, Mrs. Wu Lan is sitting in an anti bacteria suit. Wearing white gloves, she is holding Wu Xiuping's cold hand. Looking at Wu Xiuping, who is pale and in a coma, she is in a daze. Her heart is like a knife, and her pain is beyond words.

She hated that she didn't think of it and came back too late.

If you could come to city a earlier, if you could be more patient and find granny Ruan a few times, maybe everything would not be the same as it is now, and all these misfortunes might not happen.

Retribution. Retribution for her.

She doesn't deserve to be a mother!

As soon as Ruan Hanyu came to the corridor, he saw Secretary Shen waiting outside.

For a moment, my head was a little confused. I felt that I must have hallucinated.

But Secretary Shen nodded to greet him with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Ruan Hanyu."

After hearing the real voice, Ruan Hanyu recovered from his surprise and confirmed that it was Mrs. Wu Lan.

At this time, Mu Qingzhu came over and reminded him: "Hanyu, Mrs. Wu Lan has come to see my mother. She's in it."

Ruan Hanyu was surprised and soon recovered. He nodded politely to Secretary Shen and said, "Secretary Shen, hello."

"Madame is in it." Secretary Shen said to the ward.

Through the glass window, Ruan Hanyu saw that in the monitoring room, Mrs. Wu Lan was holding Wu Xiuping's hand in her hand. Her face was full of sadness. The caring look was not like that of a stranger.

He was stunned, thinking of something, and his face was thoughtful.

Standing beside Ruan Hanyu, Mu Qingzhu was also surprised to see Mrs. Wu Lan's concern for her mother in the intensive care unit. Her inner touch was bigger than Ruan Hanyu's, and she didn't even understand the meaning of Mrs. Wu Lan's action.

They all stood quietly, looking through the glass door at Wu Xiuping lying on the hospital bed and Mrs. Wu Lan, who was beside her, holding her hand, drooping her head and looking sad.

They were all moved by the grief on Mrs. Wu Lan's face, and even more shocked by the pain in her eyes. She was so painful that even through the glass door, they could feel the real grief, which was revealed from their hearts.For a moment, everyone was in a deep mood, and no one spoke.

Ruan Hanyu stood in silence, as if thinking about something.

After a while, the phone rang.

Ruan Hanyu connected his cell phone.

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