"As the medical team just said, the consciousness is confused. It may be a slight concussion caused by hitting the head. Don't worry, there shouldn't be any big problems. " In fact, Chen Heng is also worried. After all, who can guarantee that there is no problem at all?

Fortunately, the result of the examination is only a slight concussion. It only needs a period of cultivation.

LAN Yaling and Chen Heng both let go of their worries. LAN Yaling cried for a while before returning to normal.

When fu fan is sober, LAN Yaling brings in the clear porridge.

"Brother fan, do you really worry me too much? Does your head still hurt?"

LAN Yaling called and found Fu Fan didn't pay attention to her. He thought he didn't hear her. He called again: "brother fan?"

Fu fan still didn't respond. She couldn't help but reach out to pat him on the face.

At this time, Fu Fan's eyes fell on her.

What strange eyes are they? In a word, it feels strange to her.

It's just a moment. The strange feeling disappears again. But lanyaling obviously felt that the present Fu Fan was so different from the one before the injury.

"Brother fan, what's the matter with you?"

"I'm fine." Fu Fan finally replied in a low voice, "I'll have the porridge there for a while. I want to sleep first."

"Oh OK. "

LAN Yaling always has no way, contrary to Fu Fan's words. Especially the illusion just now gave her a very uneasy feeling.

LANYA stood at the door of the ward in a daze. Thinking of the strange eyes before, she felt like she was about to wake up.

"Yaling, why are you here?" Chen Heng wondered, "didn't you send rice to Xiao Fan?"

"Brother Fan said he wanted to sleep."

"In this way, let him rest for a while. Although it's a slight concussion, he must be very uncomfortable. It's time to rest. What are you doing here? If there's nothing to do, go back to have a rest. By the way, have you eaten? "

"Not yet."

"I know. Let's go. Eat first. You have to take care of Xiaofan. Can you drag your body down?"

"Well."

"How absent-minded?" Chen Heng is strange. Today's lanyaling is not right. The whole person is not energetic. It gives people a feeling of being lost.

Lanyaling shook his head: "I'm worried about fange."

Chen Heng believed that, after all, he couldn't think of any other reason.

Fu fan, who was lying in the ward, took his cell phone and flipped through the address book. Finally, he found a phone number with the remark "president Tang".

He stared at the phone number for at least five minutes, closed his eyes and dialed it.

The phone was through, but no one answered it all the time. Until the end, Fu Fan stared at the disconnected cell phone, and did not dial it again for the time being.

He's waiting, waiting for the dial back.

As for the porridge that lanyaling put aside, he did not care to eat it. He believed that when she saw his missed call, she would call back soon.

But he waited until eight o'clock in the evening and didn't hear back.

Fu Fan couldn't help but picked up his cell phone again and continued to dial the number he never deleted, but thought he would never dial back.

"Sorry, the call you dialed is in progress..."

On the phone? Fu fan doesn't believe in evil. After hanging up, he continues to dial. He has dialed the past three times, all of which are in the process of calling.