Chapter 897

CEN Jia arrived in San Francisco.

Maybe it was a hangover last night and a long flight. When we received her at the airport, Sheng Jingmin and Lin Hongwei both saw her dark circles.

she sprayed perfume to cover the pale wine.

Sheng Jingmin sat in the co driver's seat. He frowned hard. Lin Hongwei could only smile and say hello to Cen Jia: "long time no see."

CEN Jia reluctantly smiles. She takes a look at Sheng Jingmin. Seeing that Sheng Jingmin does not intend to pay attention to her, she can only ask Lin Hongwei: "the rehabilitation center didn't call me. How is the situation? Is it serious?"

"It's not serious, but it's better for you to see it yourself."

The car goes to the rehabilitation center.

Lin Hongwei didn't mention gene damage on the phone. Cen Jia was drunk last night. He thought he said it, and the other party might not remember.

So when I got to the rehabilitation center today, I gave the explanation to Sheng Qingyan's attending doctor.

CEN Jia stayed in the doctor's office for half an hour. When he came out, he only saw Lin Hongwei, not Sheng Jingmin: "what about him?"

"Over the ward."

Lin Hongwei takes Cen Jia outside the sterile ward. Sheng Jingmin is standing outside the glass window. Inside, Sheng Qingyan is awake. Although he is still wearing an oxygen mask and still lying still, he opens his eyes.

As Lin Hongwei approached, he saw Sheng Jingmin laughing and Sheng Qingyan in the ward.

The father and son are communicating with each other with a smile.

Then seeing his mother appear, Sheng Qing talks and laughs more happily. He seems to want to take off the oxygen mask. Cen Jia is frightened and quickly goes to the window and shakes his head.

Sheng Qingyan finally gave up, cen Jia fingers close to the window, eyes slightly red, also smile at him.

a family of three, two spaces, without a word, to maintain this short bubble like warmth.

Lin Hongwei sighed and couldn't see it any more.

Sheng Jingmin and Cen Jia stayed in the hospital for a day. In the evening, the doctor checked Sheng Qingyan's body and confirmed that he was getting better. Finally, they agreed that Sheng Jingmin and Cen jianeng put on isolation clothes and went in to get close to the children.

Sheng Qingyan's oxygen mask was finally taken off. He was very weak, and he reached out to his mother.

CEN Jia took his hand and approached him carefully: "Xiaoyan."

"Mom Mom... " Even if he only said two words, he gasped for a long time: "you Here we are

CEN Jia suddenly can't control, the tip of his nose is sour, tears gush out of his eyes.

Sheng Qingyan seems to be a little flustered and quickly pacifies: "I It's ok... "

He really felt that he was ok, because he would often have a sudden operation, a sudden treatment, and then lie in the intensive care unit for two days. After two days, he could return to the normal ward, and then continue to spend a period of time safely.

If you're lucky, you can live broadcast, and you can call Xiao Yi. Then, you can wait for the next operation, the next treatment, and another intensive care

These cycles have been happening for many years, so he didn't feel hard or strange. He was just surprised that his parents came to see him this time.

They didn't come before.

My mother will only come to see him once a year because she is very busy.

Dad would come several times. If he went to work in San Francisco, he might come. Sometimes he would stay for an hour, sometimes he would stay for two hours, and sometimes he would bring gifts. By the way, last year, my father came five times. He counted them, and he thought it was incredible at that time.

In addition, Xiaoyi came to see him last year. In fact, we still care about him, so he always feels very satisfied.

CEN Jia finally cried to tears. Sheng Qingyan was infected by his mother and cried. Sheng Jingmin's eyes were red, but he didn't cry. Just before leaving, he said to his son, "Mom and dad will come to see you tomorrow."

Tomorrow Are they coming tomorrow?

Really?

Sheng Qingyan is a little unconvinced.

He felt that if he didn't have any strength and could not lift his hands, he must call Xiaoyi to share the good news with his good friends.

Outside the rehabilitation center.

CEN Jia squatted in the face, covering his face, has been crying, has not stopped.

Sheng Jingmin sat in the car, smoking a cigarette.

Lin Hongwei looked at this and that one, leaned against the car door and asked Sheng Jingmin, "what did she say?"

Sheng Jingmin took a puff of smoke. There was a long ash on the end of the cigarette, but he didn't shake. He just looked at the gravel ground outside the car with empty eyes: "tomorrow night's flight, to California."

"You..." Lin Hongwei hesitated: "do you really think it can be checked out?"

"I don't know." Sheng Jingmin smoked again. The ash broke and fell on his clothes. Looking at his clothes, he realized that the ash had been so long: "but always try."

"Yes, try it." Lin Hongwei can't pour cold water: "experts from other countries have to look for them. This hospital can't work. What if other hospitals do, hospitals in country M can't do it. There are hospitals in country y and hospitals in country Z. by the way, country Z, traditional Chinese medicine! If you can't, you can try traditional Chinese medicine! "When Lin Hongwei went to China some time ago, he realized that there were TCM departments in some large Chinese hospitals.

Traditional Chinese medicine has a long history. Although in modern times, western medicine has become popular, and traditional Chinese medicine has gradually been labeled as "unscientific" and "low cure rate". However, people's cultural heritage for thousands of years is not a joke. When it comes to a desperate situation, a dead horse should be a living horse doctor. Chinese medicine must also try.

Lin Hongwei tried to say encouraging words, but Sheng Jingmin did not show any expression. The smoke in his hand burned to his hand. He threw the cigarette end away and took back his hand. The palm of his hand pressed his forehead.

Lin Hongwei sighed.

Over there, cen Jia's cry finally stopped.

On the way back, there was silence in the carriage.

After returning to the hotel, he took a short rest. The next morning, Lin Hongwei drove again to take Sheng Jingmin and Cen Jialai to the rehabilitation center.

Today, Sheng Jingmin seems to be better and can eat some liquid food. Cen Jia has not cried any more. She feeds his son with a spoon. After a while, her tears come down again.

They didn't leave until the afternoon. This time, they went directly to the airport. Lin Hongwei offered to accompany them. Sheng Jingmin and Cen Jia were so restless. Lin Hongwei was really worried.

On the other side, after his parents left, Sheng Qingyan lies on the white hospital bed with a bitter smile on his face and looks at the ceiling above his head.

Mom and dad appeared at the same time, but also came for two days in a row, and mother has been crying, all this is too abnormal.

It is said that before the prisoners in the prison are dying, the prison guards will give them a good meal, which is called decapitation meal.

He shook his head helplessly. His pale fingers touched the edge of the pillow and rang the emergency notice bell.

After a while, the nurse came in.

"I want to live."

If he is really dying, he wants to make a formal farewell to his chess friends when he is still healthy.

There is also a little translator. You should tell him. Otherwise, the next time he comes to San Francisco to see him, he will go for nothing.