"Yeah." Cheng Suiran nodded dully, his eyes were hollow and numb, as if he was a body without a soul, neither sad nor happy.

When she passed by Cheng Siyan, Cheng Siyan suddenly took her wrist and comforted her: "Of course, I hope everything will be fine."

Cheng Suiran was startled, her lowered eyelashes trembling slightly, and then she nodded mechanically: "Well, I hope it will be fine."

At this moment, she suddenly felt very tired, extremely tired.

She slowly withdrew her hand and walked straight to Dr. Song's office.

Cheng Siyan stood stiffly on the spot, feeling her tears on the back of his hand smeared into pieces. Watching her walk away, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

In the office, Cheng Suiran sat on a chair and stared blankly at the computer screen in front of him.

"The patient suffered a severe head injury, which caused an increase in intracranial pressure, leading to temporary coma. This situation is very common. As long as you cooperate with the treatment, you can regain consciousness. There is no need to worry..."

Doctor Song was talking, but Cheng Suiran didn't listen at all.

After a long time, she came back to her senses and asked blankly: "Dr. Song, do you know when will you wake up?"

"But I can't afford to gamble, and I don't dare to gamble."

"I understand." Cheng Suiran slowly withdrew his palm, stood up, stepped back, and bowed to Mrs. Li to apologize: "I'm sorry, I was the one who caused you to pray, and I won't do it again... in the future."

"Relax, don't be tense all the time. This matter can't be rushed. Let's work together to help him get through this, okay?" Dr. Song handed her another tissue.

Jiang Weiyi didn't notice her abnormality, and quickly looked inside: "I'm going to take a look, but please give in."

Her words were very calm, but each word pierced Cheng Suiran's heart, making Cheng Suiran instantly speechless.

"Dr. Song, thank you." Cheng Suiran wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and murmured in a low voice.

She pursed her lips, tears finally fell, and said dullly: "Brother, I want to go see Qi Zhi."

In the corridor, she met Jiang Weiyi who was rushing back. She asked anxiously: "Of course, my brother...how is my brother?"

There was a dull pain in her heart, praying, you must get through it, okay...

She walked forward slowly and held Qizhi's cold fingers.

Cheng Suiran pursed his lips, lowered his eyebrows, and responded softly.

Cheng Suiran leaned against his hard and broad chest and felt his strong heartbeat.

In the ward.

Cheng Siyan leaned against the wall and looked at his watch. It was already seven o'clock in the morning. When he saw her coming out, he quickly walked over and asked, "Of course, what did the doctor say?"

She was really scared, she was afraid that something might happen to Qi Zhi.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Suiran turned around, quietly covered his tears, and left the ward silently.

"Doctor Song said that there is a five percent chance that Qi Zhi will be unable to move after waking up."

She lowered her head and said with a trembling voice: "Brother, I'm afraid..."

Pushing the door open and entering, the ward is filled with the smell of medicine and the faint smell of disinfectant.

After leaving the office, the sky was completely bright.

Mother Li paused and continued: "If you really love him, you should stay away from him. I pray that he almost lost his life because of you. Isn't that enough for you to let go?"

"After many clinical experiences, we have concluded that this possibility only accounts for 5% of the probability. Dr. Cheng, you have to be more optimistic." Halfway through his words, Dr. Song stood up and poured her a glass of warm water.

, comforted: "You are also a doctor, and you also know how small the probability of 5% is."

"It's a slim possibility, that's the possibility..."

Why did it happen to Qi Zhi? If possible, how much she would like to be herself.

Cheng Suiran lowered his head, with tiny tears on his eyelashes, and whispered: "It is precisely because I am a doctor that I know what the five percent probability is. Even if it is a one percent risk probability, it is

You may face...

She murmured, as if she was in deep trouble, and she looked extremely confused.

A crystal teardrop rolled down the back of Qi Zhi's hand.

The sunlight was even a bit dazzling. Cheng Suiran looked up and tears almost fell down again. She felt her throat was so choked up that she blinked hard, held back the tears and walked away.

Yes, Qi Zhi has sacrificed a lot for her over the years, but now he has been dragged into this by her.

"I know you love each other very much, and what I said just now was too extreme, but you are not suitable. Everything in the past should be regarded as something you forced yourself to do."

"I haven't woken up yet, my aunt is inside."

The man lying on the hospital bed was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown. He had his eyes closed and was lying peacefully on the bed.

"I pray..." Cheng Suiran looked at that familiar handsome face, feeling heartbroken and suffocated.

Dr. Song shook his head and said nothing more. He just warned: "If the patient has any questions, please come to me at any time."

Li Qizhi was sent to the special care ward on the eighth floor.

The elevator door opens and reaches the eighth floor.

Did she do something wrong?

She was stunned and forgot to retort. She just looked at Li Qizhi on the hospital bed, feeling a dull pain in her heart.

Mother Li looked at her for two seconds, said nothing more, walked straight to the hospital bed, sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed her son's arm, with tears in her eyes and trembling lips.

When Mother Li came in, she saw this scene. Her expression paused and her eyes were a little moist, but her words were still ruthless: "You go away, and don't see Qi Zhi again in the future."

"Yes." Cheng Suiran made way, eyes flashing slightly, watching Jiang Weiyi enter the ward.

Jiang's mother held Li Qizhi's hand, her eyes were red, and her tears were falling: "Son... mother's Qizhi... why is it like this?"

When Cheng Suiran heard this, she was stunned. She suddenly raised her head, looked at Mother Li with red and swollen eyes, and murmured: "Auntie, I..."

Her eyes never moved away from Li Qizhi for a moment.

She cried, crying uncontrollably.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Cheng Siyan took her hand and walked to the elevator.

Her fingers gently touched Qizhi's slightly pale face, her eyes were sour, and tears welled up again: "Qizhi, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Doctor Song looked at the pale and weak face in front of him and sighed secretly: "The specific time depends on the patient's physical condition, but you don't have to be too nervous. I believe the patient will be safe. The consciousness I just mentioned will be restored."

Finally, the body cannot move, which is only a slim possibility."

Cheng Si stretched his arms around her slender waist, hugged her into his arms, and comforted her with a low voice: "Of course, don't be afraid, you still have a brother, and Qi Zhi will be fine."

Li's father stood nearby, his eyes full of heartache.

Three generations of the Li family have been passed down alone. Li Qizhi is the only one. He has been doted on by his mother like a treasure since he was a child. Now that Li Qizhi has suddenly suffered a misfortune, his mother almost collapsed.

Mother Li wiped away her tears and whispered: "Qi Zhi, please wake up soon, okay? Mom is still waiting for you, everyone is waiting for you."

She said, paused for a few seconds, looked up at the slender figure outside the ward, and murmured softly: "Even that child is waiting for you, isn't she the most precious to you? Can't you bear to let her wait..."
Chapter completed!