After calming down, Zhou Jiao refused to let Zheng Junyi come to the door. She knew her physical condition, but just now she was too nervous.

Now I don't know which grandson of the Cheng family has an accident, and I don't know how the condition is. They should go to the hospital to accompany the old lady immediately.

"You rest at home, I'll go."

Zhou Jiao is still a bit tired of explaining. She goes out of the study and picks up the coat, hat and scarf hanging in the living room and starts to put it on her body.

"Stubborn, just like your father!" Miao Lishan said, uneasily helped her out of the yard, "walk slowly, the car did not come so fast."

Early spring has not yet come, the night street is very lonely, only occasionally a few people shadow.

The car passed all the way. When we got to the military general hospital, it began to drizzle outside. We reached out of the window and we were excited.

The hospital is not a good place, especially the operating room, which always makes people have bad associations.

When Zhou Jiao comes over, Mrs. Cheng is sitting outside the door of the operating room with the old man and waiting. There are Cheng Ruzhu and his wife and security guards beside her.

At the moment, all the people were looking at the operating room very seriously.

Zhou Jiao pressed her chest, trying to make her heart less lively.

Looking at her mother walking to the old lady, she went to Cheng Ruzhu by herself and asked quietly, "sister-in-law, how is the situation now?"

"It's not very optimistic. It's still under rescue."

At this time, Zhou Jiao finds out that Cheng Ruzhu has a pair of red and swollen eyes under the light. She opens her mouth and suddenly finds that any consolation words are useless.

After waiting for a long time, a middle-aged soldier who she was not familiar with came into the corridor. Accompanied by several soldiers, she came to Mr. Cheng.

"Chief..."

Old Cheng shook his head at the other side, "how are the other soldiers?"

"The operation has been completed."

"That's good. Take them to bed early."

"We'll wait with you for a moment."

Old Cheng didn't open his mouth any more. He held the old lady tightly with one hand and looked at the operating room intently.

As time went by, the operating door was opened once. A nurse went out in a hurry and pushed back the medicine cart to enter.

Looking at each other's tense expression, no one dares to send out a trace of movement, for fear of disturbing the operation inside. For a moment, the atmosphere was so depressed that people could not breathe.

More than four hours later.

The door of the operating room finally opened. This time, a middle-aged male doctor in a white coat came out.

Look at this familiar figure, Zhou Jiao quickly stood up, sat for a long time, legs are a little paralyzed, but for her mother to support her, almost fell.

Between a pause, Mr. Cheng asked, "doctor, how is my grandson?"

The doctor took off the mask. "The operation was successful, but the patient lost too much blood and is still in a coma. If he can't wake up within the next 24 hours..."

The next words, although the doctor did not say, but we all know what will happen, can only pray that the child can wake up early.

Zhou Jiao looks at Cheng Shaoning who is pushed out later.

Yes, she already knows that this is Cheng Shaoning of the Cheng family.

This is the youngest grandson of the Cheng family. He is the youngest son of Cheng Siyu, the second eldest brother-in-law of the Cheng family. He is not yet in his thirties. He is the most beloved son of the second cousin of the Cheng family.

This is a child who shouts about inheriting the glorious mission of his grandparents and is a sunshine man who is proud to be a soldier.

Zhou Jiao remembers his heroic posture in playing basketball, the scoundrel behavior when he comes to his home to practice with the three brothers of Ping'an. She also remembers the moment when he announced that he was admitted to the military academy.

At the moment, he was mummified with bandages and lying on the sickbed he once said he hated most.

It was 11:00 midnight when they were pushed into the intensive care unit.

The 24-hour spell makes it hard for everyone to leave.

Looking from the glass, Mr. Cheng and Mrs. Cheng, who had been disinfected in the intensive care unit and changed into white coats, sat inside and watched their little grandson all the time.

Cheng Ruzhu's head rests on the shoulder of her lover Wen Congwen, and a deep voice rings out: "I don't know how to call my little brother and sister-in-law."

Miao Lishan patted her, "it's going to be OK. Now it's the child who is tired and has a rest. He knows to get up at dawn. He usually takes part in early exercise at this point."

"A few days ago, my sister-in-law talked to me on the phone. She said that she had a dream and dreamed that Xiaoning was covered with blood. After she woke up, she did not dare to say anything to anyone. I also told her that dreams come in the opposite direction."

"Last year, my sister-in-law told me that Xiaoning was nearly 30 years old, and I had to go on a blind date this time. I also told her that there was a little girl in the unit. I would let the two meet at the end of the year. If appropriate, we would have a wedding ceremony and have a baby earlier..."

Zhou Jiao knew that she was talking to herself now, and no one else could comfort her. After sighing secretly, she rubbed her sore temples.

After sitting for a while, she couldn't stand it. She pinched her mother's palm and quietly left for the doctor's duty room."Younger martial sister?" Seeing Zhou Jiao come in, the middle-aged doctor just now cried out, "how did you come here? What's wrong with your face? "

"Seven elder martial brother, do you have water?"

"You wait, I'll pour it for you."

This seventh elder martial brother is one of her eldest martial uncle's disciples.

According to her master, when she was young, she was good at learning traditional Chinese medicine. One day, she would like to specialize in western medicine, so she was almost interrupted by her master uncle.

However, her seven elder martial brothers did not disappoint him. Now, the combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine has already gained a great reputation in the industry, known as Yang Yidao.

The seventh elder martial brother is a considerate gentleman. I don't know where he ordered a bottle of glucose, put it into boiling water to warm it, then poured it into the enamel jar and handed it to her.

Zhou Jiao took a sip, just like a cat. She sighed with satisfaction: "I've survived."

The seventh elder martial brother gave her a funny glance and thought about it. He began to open several office drawers, found a small bag of military compressed biscuits and handed it to her.

"Fortunately, I robbed my elder martial brother's dry food a year ago, otherwise you would still be hungry. Come on, come out at night. Do you know the soldiers who have surgery tonight, or do you want to ask for information? "

Zhou Jiao waved her hand, "I'm not hungry. Worthy of being my elder martial brother, how clever! There are both. Did you forget that the Cheng family is related to me? "

"No wonder! I've operated on Cheng Shaoning of the Cheng family tonight. He was shot three times, and the heart of the most serious shot was only a line deviation. "

Zhou Jiao frowned, "so serious?"

"Or they will be sent back to Beijing immediately?"

Seven elder martial brother finish saying, tear open biscuit packing bag to give her, "eat quickly, the patient did not wake up so quickly, do you want to open a room next to him to sleep for you?"

If usually, listen to this, Zhou Jiao can't help laughing.

But now she couldn't lift her head languidly. She just shook her head and asked if he had heard the news of the front line from the patients.

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