Chapter 39

A hot September day. There was a rare breeze, the window of the car was open, and Cheng Ling supported his little head. Let the breeze blow over her delicate little face. The soft hair is naturally blown behind the ears. Her bright eyes were full of mist, her face was pink and pink, and her face was like a peach blossom. A delicate little face that has been moisturized. Exuding a special charm, more alluring than usual.

With the touch of the breeze blowing on her face, she suddenly thought of Xi Shiche from last night. He is different from his usual strength. Last night, as if he was worried about something, he was very gentle to her.

With her beautiful eyes restrained, Cheng Ling directly suppressed some unwanted thoughts, and looked through the passing traffic, stopping at a small flower shop.

"Stand aside for a moment."

It was a flower shop with simple decoration but full of vitality. There are some delicately packaged bouquets outside the store.

Liu Xiaofen likes flowers the most. Now she is still in a coma, maybe smelling her favorite flower fragrance, she might wake up sooner.

And that whitewashed hospital. With a little color embellishment, she looks more comfortable.

Cheng Ling got out of the car, and the driver dutifully followed her closely. Although she didn't like the feeling of being followed, she knew that the driver was specially sent by Xi Shiche to monitor her.

She is not entitled and has freedom.

Skip the packaged bouquets and walk directly into the flower shop. The owner of the flower shop is a beautiful young woman of literature and art. When Cheng Ling came in, she was repairing the flower stalks. Seeing a customer, she hurried over.

"Hello miss, what would you like to order?"

While the female boss was asking questions, she glanced gossipingly at the man in the black suit who was following the customer, and was stared back by the cold eyes of the other party.

Knowing that this guest was absolutely extraordinary, she didn't dare to ask any more questions, but dutifully asked about her hobbies.

The flowers in the shop are quite fresh, and Cheng Ling picked some of Liu Xiaofen's favorites.

"Buy some flowers and put them at home, smelling the fragrance of flowers, people will be more energetic."

The florist wrapped Cheng Ling's selected bouquet in exquisite wrapping paper, while flirting with her familiarly.

The female boss likes to talk to customers the most. This can strengthen the relationship with customers. It is also her usual way of doing business. If she doesn't pay attention for a while, she forgets that the customer in front of her is not easy, and it is not easy to hook up.

"Then are there any flowers that are not too fragrant and can relieve work stress?"

The female boss did not expect that this seemingly difficult lady would take the initiative to ask her a question.

If there is business, she is of course very hardworking.

The female boss nodded again and again, walked quickly through the cashier counter, and walked to the flower fence. She picked up a bunch of Yefusu and handed it to Cheng Ling, "The fragrance of Yefusu is very fresh, refreshing, and relieves stress. It is especially good for occupations that overuse their brains." Well, it is very popular among professional white-collar workers, and ah, it also has a special flower language."

"Then give me a bunch."

Cheng Ling raised his eyes and looked at his watch. Seeing that there was not much time, he didn't ask the female boss to continue the introduction. He just asked for two bouquets of flowers and left quickly. She didn't take any flower language to heart at all, it was just a lie to the little girl, who would believe it.

Walking out of the flower shop, the driver carried two bouquets of flowers and put them into the passenger seat. After Cheng Ling got into the car, the car started the engine and walked straight on the straight road.

After driving for about fifteen minutes, we arrived at St. Mary's Hospital.

Cheng Ling jumped out of the car and prevented the driver from getting out of the car. She opened the door of the passenger seat, picked up the flower bouquet specially bought for Liu Xiaofen, and said in a calm tone, "I bought the rest of the bouquet. I bought it for the banquet. Che send it."

The driver was stunned, as if hearing the Arabian Nights, his slightly cloudy eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly remembered what Young Master Xi had said, and tried his best to obey his wife's orders.

It's just that it takes a lot of courage for him to send flowers to Young Master Xi.

The driver dawdled for a moment before humming.

Seeing the driver's painful pooping face, driving the car out of her sight, Cheng Ling felt it was amused, and his pink lips curled up slightly, forming a sly smile.

Buying flowers for him was an impulsive move, Cheng Lingquan was supposed to curry favor with the benefactor, but he didn't know if Mr. Xi, who hangs around with flowers, had ever accepted flowers from girls.

Holding the flowers, Cheng Ling got on the elevator familiarly, and walked straight into her mother's ward.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a nurse fiddling with Liu Xiaofen's breathing apparatus. Cheng Ling walked in quickly, and said in a hurried voice, "Nurse, is there something wrong with my mother?"

Cheng Ling remembered that Dr. Feng had told her not to use the breathing apparatus until the patient was awake, so she was very nervous about it.

"Yes, the patient's condition has changed a bit, and the doctor specifically told me to bring my family to see him."

The nurse was wearing a mask, and her speech was a little slurred. Fortunately, she still heard the news that she should have heard.

"What's the matter with my mother? I'll go to Dr. Feng now."

As soon as she heard that her mother's condition was wrong, Cheng Ling's mind went blank for an instant. She still can't forget that day in front of the operating room, the scene where the doctor told her that Liu Xiaofen couldn't save her. She never wanted to bear that terrible feeling of suffocation. .

Cheng Ling put down the flowers and strode out of the ward. Suddenly, a pair of small hands clamped her wrists, preventing her from leaving.

"Miss Nurse?"

The nurse's hand was very smooth and tender, and she pressed Cheng Ling's hand firmly. Cheng Ling frowned in pain. She wondered why the nurse was pulling her.

"Doctor Feng is not in the doctor's office, he is on the eleventh floor, and he asked me to take you there."

The nurse withdrew her hand, perhaps because she felt sorry for holding Cheng Ling's hand too hard, so she kept her eyes down.

St. Mary's Hospital is very large and covers a wide area. Fortunately, the floors are not very high. The eleventh floor is already the last floor. Cheng Ling followed the nurse. She stared at the nurse's back and felt a little familiar.

Especially when she held her wrist just now.

"Miss Nurse, when did my mother get sick?"

The two walked out of the elevator. The eleventh floor was the ICU ward, and family members could only come in at a certain time. Now, it was not the time for visiting patients, so there was silence all around, only the sound of two people walking around.

Isn't Dr. Feng in charge of cardiac surgery? When does the ICU want him to go round the room?

Seeing that the nurse didn't answer, Cheng Ling hurriedly grabbed the corner of the nurse's clothes. The nurse turned her head slowly, her eyes were strange, and her tone of voice became very slow, as if she wanted to let Cheng Ling hear more clearly.

"seven in the morning."

Cheng Ling's breathing stopped suddenly, and the small hand that was holding the corner of the nurse's clothes was released suddenly. The sudden cool wind made her back stiff, and the pores of her arms stood up vigilantly.

When it was close to seven o'clock, she talked with Dr. Feng on the phone. Dr. Feng said that her mother's condition is fine!