Ghost doctor Mommy is good V5

"Junhui! Junhui!" Mo Zhenhua anxiously called his son's name, and stepped down the stairs at the same time.

Reluctantly, his foot was injured again, and he couldn't walk fast at all. Every step he took, the glass on the sole of his foot was pierced deeper, and the pain made his face turn pale.

But he couldn't take care of that much anymore, because there was a puddle of blood under Mo Junhui's head, and now he didn't know how his injury was.

These dozens of stairs, I usually don't think it is difficult to go up and down, but now I am sad and anxious, but I still can't walk fast!

I actually feel that the short distance is so far away, as if it takes a century to reach the bottom of the stairs.

After finally coming to Mo Junhui's side, Mo Zhenhua found that his son's injury was more serious than he imagined.

Holding Mo Junhui's head, Mo Zhenhua's hands were covered with sticky and greasy blood, and the wound was still bleeding out.Compared with this, the bruises on other parts of Mo Junhui's body seemed insignificant.

Not daring to move his son casually, Mo Zhenhua picked up his mobile phone and wanted to make an emergency call for an ambulance to come, but for some reason, the mobile phone just couldn't get out!
No matter how bad the signal is, even if there is no signal, there is a dedicated communication platform for calls such as fire alarm and first aid, and it is impossible to fail to get through!

But the thing is so evil, and it once again confirmed the saying: when people are unlucky, drinking cold water will get stuck between their teeth.

There was really no other way, Mo Zhenhua could only pick up his son and strenuously walk towards the door. At this moment, he really "responses to every day, and the ground is not working".

What's the use of guarding a huge villa? ?Apart from their father and son, there was no one else.

It’s fine if no one is around, but at this critical moment of waiting to save someone, I still have to do it myself, hoping to send my son to the hospital in time...

With his already injured foot, he couldn't walk normally, and now he is still holding an adult who weighs more than 100 kilograms. It is conceivable how difficult Mo Zhenhua's every step is.

Every step is like stepping on the sharp tip of a knife. When stepping down, the broken glass on the bottom of the foot is stepped on a little deeper.

Mo Zhenhua even felt that the broken glass had already merged with his feet and was deeply embedded in his soul.

In the silent night, he exhausted all his strength to carry his son to the garage. When Mo Junhui was put in the back of the car, Mo Zhenhua was already so tired that he leaned against the car.

All his clothes were drenched with cold sweat, and they were tightly attached to his body, panting like a cow, only feeling that the surrounding air was unusually thin.

But he didn't have extra time to relax here, Mo Junhui didn't know what was going on, if he wasn't sent to the hospital quickly, he might delay the best time for treatment.

After starting the car, Mo Zhenhua didn't dare to delay for a moment, stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the hospital at high speed.

The injured right foot was still stepping on the accelerator, not leaving even a gap, not daring to slow down. This may be the fastest time Mo Zhenhua has ever driven in his life.

He has long forgotten the pain in the soles of his feet, and now nothing is more important than his son's life!

All the way to the hospital at lightning speed, Mo Zhenhua parked the car directly at the door of the emergency building, did not even turn off the car, picked up Mo Junhui and ran away.

Running too fast, he staggered and almost fell, the father and son were in an unprecedented embarrassment.

"Doctor! Doctor! Hurry up and save someone! Doctor!" In a panic, Mo Zhenhua asked for help and spoke Chinese.

When he found that there were all blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners around, he said it again in French annoyedly, and the noise soon attracted the doctor on duty.

The medical staff moved Mo Junhui to the hospital bed and immediately rescued him. Busy figures interspersed between the corridor and the emergency room.

Mo Zhenhua was so exhausted that he almost collapsed. After Mo Junhui was pushed in, he fell down on the bench in the corridor, and he had no strength left to move.

"Sir, your feet are bleeding a lot..." A lady walked by, who looked like a family member of the patient here.

She was staring at Mo Zhenhua's foot with worried and doubtful eyes. The blood that stretched all the way from the emergency building to here came from Mo Zhenhua's injured right foot.

Under the woman's exclamation, the onlookers also called for nurses, and two kind men helped Mo Zhenhua into the emergency room next door.

The nurse carefully looked at Mo Zhenhua's bloody wound, but didn't see any foreign objects for a long time, and asked wonderingly, "How did your foot get hurt?"

It looks like the wound is deep, but the object that caused the injury can't be seen, so strange!

Mo Zhenhua was still panting, and said unsteadily, "It's glass, I probably stepped on it to the inside, please help me find a way to take it out, it really hurts..."

He could almost feel that those broken glass shards were pierced into the bones and embedded in the depths, wouldn't they be integrated with his feet? ?
"Oh, mygod!!!" The nurse yelled in disbelief: "Have you walked a long way since you were injured?"

This is not life at all!

Mo Zhenhua just smiled wryly and didn't reply.

Under such circumstances, do you believe that anyone who is a father will make the same choice? ?Compared with his son whose life or death was uncertain, his little injury was really nothing.

If there was a more severe situation, even if Mo Zhenhua was asked to exchange his life for Mo Junhui, he would not hesitate.

Most parents in the world are like this, right?After all, they are all my own flesh and blood, so how could I sit idly by?

When the nurse was disinfecting Mo Zhenhua's wound, he still couldn't help taking a breath, his face turned pale from the pain.

In the following time, I only felt that the wound was getting more and more painful, and it took a lot of effort to finally stop the bleeding, which made the nurse sweat profusely.

Seeing that his feet were covered three layers inside and three layers outside, and the whole body was swollen unbelievably, Mo Zhenhua was a little bit dumbfounded.

It seems that all the bad luck in his life came one after another during this period of time, there is no worst luck, only worse luck, and it is about him.

Leaning against the white wall of the hospital, with the smell of disinfectant in his nose, Mo Zhenhua only felt that it was difficult to even breathe.

There has never been a time like this when I pray for the Lord's favor, and pray for the Lord to bless my son through this difficult time.

Even if the Mo's Group was going bankrupt, Mo Zhenhua was not so uneasy.

Jiangshan is gone, at worst, start all over again, just find another way out, but if something happens to your son, how can he survive? ?

Looking back on the past twenty years, Mo Zhenhua had to admit that he was living for his son.

Isn't it for the sake of a better life in the future that he worked so hard to win Mo's?What is the purpose of painstaking efforts?Don't you also want to create better living conditions for your son? ?

He regretted that he didn't rush out of the room immediately when he heard his son's cry.

If he had stopped his son in time, perhaps this tragedy could have been avoided...

Thinking of this, Mo Zhenhua hugged his head in pain, and punched his head several times angrily.Knowing that the family is not peaceful recently, why can't he be more vigilant? ?
I don't know how long it took, it was so long that Mo Zhenhua almost thought that time had stood still, and the work indicator light above the emergency room finally went out.

He stood up with the back of the chair and asked anxiously: "Doctor, how is my son?? Is his condition serious?"

The doctor glanced at him, his gaze was full of complex expressions, most of which was sympathy.

"Sir, I hope you are mentally prepared." The doctor's voice was as dignified as his expression: "As you said, Mr. Ling fell down the stairs, such a long distance, so many steps , No one can understand how many times his brain was hit. But the current situation is really not optimistic. There is a lot of congestion in his brain, which has compressed many nerves. Can it be dissipated? It's hard to say, for the time being, he will remain in a coma all the time, completely without sanity."

These words caused Mo Zhenhua to fall into a bottomless abyss in an instant, and he could feel a chill rising from the bottom of his heart, gradually spreading to his limbs and bones.

After a while, Mo Zhenhua recovered his voice: "You mean, he will become a vegetable?? There is no hope of healing at all??"

The doctor spread his hands, with a helpless expression on his face: "I can't come to a conclusion right now. In a short time, Mr. Ling should be in a vegetative state. Of course, we don't rule out the possibility of miracles, after all, the medical level is constantly improving. Improve and improve."

The last sentence is obviously to comfort people, other than that, it has no effect.

For the first time in his life, Mo Zhenhua tasted despair.

The so-called "there is no unparalleled road", and the "there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers" are all deceptive!
He thought that the worst he could do was to be bankrupt, hard-pressed, withdraw from the big stage of high society, or live a life of frugality.

But the fact that his son lost consciousness like this was the real blow!
This blow was enough to make Mo Zhenhua unable to stand on his feet, and he felt helpless and hesitant about his future.

Even the Mo Group can't keep it, so what will he do to support his son? ?It is still unknown how much medical expenses will be spent on the son just lying down like this.

A less optimistic estimate may cost astronomical figures. If the company goes bankrupt, where will the money come from? ?

Even if Mo Zhenhua was willing to look for a job outside, he couldn't find a job with such a good salary. Who would be willing to hire an old man like him?What can he do? ?

"Sir? Sir? Are you okay?" Seeing Mo Zhenhua's dazed look, the doctor called him a few times worriedly.

When working in a hospital, we often see such scenes. Every time it is announced that the patient's condition is not optimistic, the patient's family members will collapse.

Mo Zhenhua's reaction was relatively calm and rational. If it was a family member of a woman, they would faint and cry bitterly. No one could accept this cruel fact.

The shoulder was pushed by the doctor, and Mo Zhenhua came back to his senses, with a bitter voice: "I'm fine, I can hold on."

Can he hold on?The son still relies on him to take care of him, he can't let himself be busy no matter what!

Is this the curse of Mo Xiangnan and his wife?Or is it what the Chinese often say, "Man is doing it, and the sky is watching"?
Back then, he made up his mind to let Mo Xiangnan's family be wiped out without even frowning, and he was merciless, but now he has also suffered retribution.

This is considered a reincarnation of the laws of heaven, and the retribution is not good? ?