Customized private training: the president is addicted to pets

After a few simple perfunctory sentences, only Gu Xibei was left sitting and waiting alone in the entire corridor. He lowered his head and looked at the photo on his mobile phone. It was the photo of Lin Qingyue when he was inspecting. His unrequited child.

"I'm sorry, son, this is what Dad owes you."

He murmured softly, and his heart couldn't help throbbing, so uncomfortable that he couldn't even care about breathing.

After waiting for three hours, the lights in the operating room were turned off, and the doctor wearing a mask came out sweating profusely, with tiredness and discomfort in his eyes.

It was the first time he encountered such a difficult situation in his many years of practice. Lin Qingyue's condition was not optimistic, and the nurse had already prepared the critical illness notice.

"Mr. Gu, we are also sorry to inform you of this news. I hope you can sign the notice as soon as possible so that we can proceed to the next operation."

The nurse next to him handed over the two reports, which were densely packed with words, and Gu Xibei didn't even bother to read them carefully. He just felt dizzy for a while, as if God had played a big joke on him.

A good person was critically ill in just half a day. He was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak, and the hand that took the pen trembled a few times.

The emotions that had finally calmed down became turbulent again. He suppressed the great sadness in his heart, and signed his name on the white paper.

"Please!"

He gritted his molars and said something weakly, and bowed deeply to the doctor in charge, with boundless sorrow flashing in his eyes.

After the medical staff packed up the tools and went in again, Gu Xibei collapsed and fell on the bench, holding his head and crying bitterly.

The so-called men don't cry when they cry is a false lie. No one can cry in the face of real grief and pain. Tears can't solve the problem, but they are a big window to vent sadness.

It was the first time in Gu Xibei's life that he cried so uncontrollably. There were no other people around, and he was the only one left in the entire corridor.

Today was also the darkest day in his life. Gu Xibei, who was crying with his head in his arms, sat on the bench for five hours, trembling uncontrollably.

When the operating light went out again, the attending physician came out with a relaxed brow. His white coat was already soaked in sweat, but fortunately, after such a long time of hard work, the effect was very satisfactory.

"Mr. Gu, Ms. Lin's life has been saved, and all aspects of her body's functions have gradually returned to normal."

For him, this good news is the harvest after the pain. It seems that God heard his prayer and exchanged one life for another.

Just when Gu Xibei's brows were about to relax, the attending doctor said another regrettable thing, which made his heart tighten again.

"This car accident injured Ms. Lin's brain. There are still blood clots in her brain, which may cause sequelae."

As for what kind of sequelae it is, it is completely unpredictable with medical knowledge, and the medical staff have done their best to get to this point.

Hearing the news, Gu Xibei's heart tightened immediately, and he nodded worriedly, thinking that he would wait until Lin Qingyue withdraws the anesthetic, and then contact the previous authoritative doctor to give her a more in-depth examination.

In any case, he should be grateful to these medical staff for their dedication. After thanking them a thousand times, Gu Xibei went into the operating room to see his wife.

Lin Qingyue, who was wearing an oxygen mask, was in a deep sleep. The anesthetic on her body hadn't passed. She was wrapped in white gauze, and there were several wounds on her cheeks.

Seeing a good person become so haggard and weak, Gu Xibei only felt sad and sorrowful, he couldn't even utter a complete sentence, he just held her hand tightly and silently guarded the side of the hospital bed.

After the doctor and nurse explained, Lin Qingyue was transferred to the intensive care unit. Gu Xibei went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water to wake up. After taking a deep breath, he walked into the intensive care unit, intending to stay close stay by your side.

He wanted Lin Qingyue to be able to see himself as soon as he opened his eyes, and he wanted to tell her clearly about the child, and arrange for future physical and psychological treatment.

One day and one night passed, and in the early morning of the next day, Jing Yanze brought Yuan Ming and a hot breakfast to visit the president and his wife. The two of them saw the heartbreaking scene through the window, and they immediately looked at each other in dismay. speechless.

In the intensive care unit, there were only the sound of precision instruments running, and the sound of Gu Xibei's breathing. It was surprisingly quiet.

Jing Yanze coughed embarrassingly, signaled his presence to President Gu, and walked straight to the hospital bed.

"President, no matter how uncomfortable you are, you have to eat something. I bought you your favorite porridge with preserved egg and lean meat."

He took out the bento box with good intentions and gently handed it to Gu Xibei, but he had no appetite, so he frowned and put the bento box on the side table.

Gu Xibei's eyes rested on Yuan Ming inadvertently, and surprise appeared on that pale face.

"Aren't you supposed to go to school? Why did you appear here?"

He clearly remembered that he had explained clearly, so that Yuan Ming could go back to continue his studies with peace of mind, this is not the place he should come to at all.

Yuan Ming, who was seen embarrassed, clenched his fists. He didn't mean to disobey Mr. Gu, but he couldn't help the torment in his heart. He wanted to come and see Lin Qingyue's situation.

"I'll just take a look and leave. I promise to study hard in school and I won't let you down!"

He stretched out his fingers anxiously to swear, seeing the child so nervous, but without any malice, Gu Xibei just turned a blind eye and let him lean over to take a look.

Lin Qingyue had been in a coma for a day and a night. No matter what noises came from the outside world, she closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

It's a pity that what Gu Xibei wants is not her sleeping face, but a lively Lin Qingyue.

Yuan Ming sat on the edge of the hospital bed and held her hand, his eyes couldn't help getting wet again, and his nose became bright red.

"Sister Qingyue, when will you wake up? I'm still waiting for you to take me to the playground."

His words carried a tear-jerking impulse, which made the two big men in the ward very uncomfortable. Jing Yanze turned his face away to suppress the impulse to cry. In his eyes, Miss Lin was never sick. It hurts his heart that she will become like this.

On the other side, Gu Xibei's heart ached, he closed his eyes and tried to restrain his emotions.He haggarded all night, even if he wanted to cry, he didn't have the energy.

Yuan Ming couldn't help sobbing when he couldn't get a response, he clenched his molars and lowered his head, the crystal clear tears fell drop by drop on the bed sheet, and soon became wet.

Jing Yanze next to him was sad and cared about the president's health. He knew that the president hadn't had a drop of water since yesterday, and probably hadn't eaten any food, so he reluctantly handed him breakfast, hoping that he could barely handle a few mouthfuls.