This slap almost exhausted Song Chujiu's entire strength.

Nanxi's face showed clear five-finger marks.

Song Chujiu stared at Nanxi's eyes and said word by word: "You might as well kill me!"

Nanxi's lips moved, "I'm sorry."

"Does your sorry mean anything?"

"When Mo wakes up, I will admit everything to him."

Song Chujiu closed his eyes slightly and ignored her.

The waiting time is long.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wei Qianling came out of the operating room.

"Mr. Xiao's health is not a problem. He was just under a strong emotional impact, so he was in a coma all the time."

Song Chujiu immediately asked: "When will you wake up?"

Wei Qianling's face was solemn, "I don't know at the moment."

She looked at Song Chujiu seriously, "Ms. Song can talk to Mr. Xiao. When Mr. Xiao hears your voice, he may wake up soon."

Song Chujiu nodded, no longer had the intention to pursue who is right and who is wrong.

She pushed the door and walked into the ward.

Xiao Moqing lies calmly on the hospital bed, her eyes closed, and her slender eyelashes sprinkled a faint shadow.

His cheeks were stained with some dust and his short hair was a little messy.

He likes clean people so much.

Song Chujiu felt sad and reached out to wipe away the dust from his face.

His face was very pale, his handsome face was not covered with blood. He was lying quietly on the bed, like a glass doll that broke in one blow.

He was still injecting the blood, and his slender and fair hands seemed to be pale and weak against the white sheets. The green blood vessels on the back of his hands could be seen clearly.

She had seen him look embarrassed and weak, but she had never seen him look so fragile.

Tears were rolling in his eyes, and Song Chujiu felt extremely heartbroken.

Fortunately, he just fell into a coma.

...

Outside the ward, Nanxi stood in the corridor with his head down, looking dim.

Wei Qianling couldn't help but say, "Miss Nanxi, why did you do this? Didn't I tell you that Mr. Xiao has agreed to receive treatment?"

"That was what Song Chujiu said." Nanxi's voice no longer became as aggressive as before, and she was tired and powerless. "I thought she wanted to procrastinate deliberately again. Moreover, I'm not sure whether Mo Qing agreed seriously or was perfunctory to Song Chujiu. Doctor Wei, you know that Mo Qing's illness can no longer be delayed, and I can only make this decision."

Wei Qianling said: "What if Mr. Xiao agreed seriously?"

"That's just a matter of fact. If he didn't really agree and would have to delay for a long time, this opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity..."

Wei Qianling sighed lightly: "Mr. Xiao is not suitable for being stimulated any more. I had already told her before Miss Song was about to go to play, but I didn't expect..."

However, unexpectedly, the person who stimulated Xiao Moqing was actually Nanxi, who had always been loyal to Xiao Moqing.

"What's going on with Mo Qing's current situation...?"

Wei Qianling shook her head, "Mr. Xiao was severely stimulated and hit. What is going on? I have to wait until he wakes up to diagnose it."

Nanxi remained silent.

...

Three days passed, but Xiao Moqing had not yet woken up.

All the indicators of his body were normal, but he just didn't wake up.

These days, Song Chujiu stayed in front of Xiao Moqing's bed.
Chapter completed!