Mu Shao's 100 Billion Favor

"I have something to go out." Mu Jingchen patted Su Qingwan's head apologetically, then lightly stroked her hair, and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

In desperation, I had no choice but to wait for him to come back alone at home. The process can be described as boring and long.

After thinking about it, she had no choice but to look at the book that she hadn't read for a long time, and then sat in the study and looked at the book facing the sun.

Turning to the last page of the book, she looked at the exquisite illustration, and then looked at the opposite window in a daze, absent-minded.

Then, she heard a rapid knock on the door. She was flustered for a moment, but she was very helpless, so she stood up slowly and walked towards the door.

She put her hand on the doorknob, but didn't choose to open the door, followed by a series of hasty knocks on the door, which made her panic. She didn't expect such a thing to happen from the sky, so she stepped back a little.

"Express delivery." The person at the door said in a low voice, a little puzzled, why someone hesitated to open the door.

Hearing this voice, she suddenly felt relieved. There was no longer a thoughtless courier like before. This time there should be no problem.

She thought it was a surprise that Mu Jingchen had prepared for herself, so she slowly opened the door, then bowed her head in a very apologetic manner, and took the courier with both hands.

The courier's eyes were a little puzzled, he took the courier slip and left in a hurry, walking towards the next one.

After closing the door, she looked at the courier in her hand with a puzzled expression on her face. The sender and address on it were not familiar to her at all.She hesitated and walked to the sofa in the living room to sit down.

"Who would it be from?" She picked up a knife set aside and cut the tape wrapped around the express box, and then saw a small box that had been cut with holes everywhere.

She took out the box, shook it by her ear in doubt, heard the sound of the things inside shaking, and then put it on the coffee table.

Opening the box, her pupils dilated, she couldn't breathe, she covered her heart, raised her head dumbly, and looked at the white wall opposite.

His eyes were in a trance, and there seemed to be a black and white photo hanging on it. Under the blur, he couldn't see anything clearly, and fell down on the sofa.

After finishing the meeting, the first thing he did when he stood up was to call Su Qingwan and tell him that he would be back soon.

But he made several phone calls but failed to get through. His sixth sense told him that something might have happened to Su Qingwan, and then he rejected the partner's invitation and hurried back in his car.

After he opened the door, he saw Su Qingwan lying on the sofa, hurried over to hug her, looked at the posthumous photo on the coffee table, and couldn't help feeling a little angry.

He threw the courier box and photos into the trash can, then hugged Su Qingwan horizontally, ran towards the car parked outside the door, and put her on the back seat to lie down.

"Qingwan, wait for me." He stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards the hospital.

In the ward, the doctor walked in with a document and a pen, and asked about Su Qingwan.

After finishing the conversation, the doctor stood opposite him with a very serious expression: "The patient must have suffered a particularly severe psychological blow. Because of his medical history, he couldn't stand such a blow and fell into a coma."

Hearing the doctor's description, he felt very serious, and was also afraid that she would not wake up again: "Then, when can I wake up?" When asked, his eyes were full of worry.

The doctor just shook his head. According to him, whether or when he can wake up depends on Su Qingwan's luck.

Mu Jingchen sighed, he didn't expect that he just went out to talk about cooperation, but left her alone at home, leaving a chance for those villains.

Holding her hand, Mu Jingchen's forehead was pressed against her cold hand, his face was full of worry, fearing that she would sleep like this forever.

"Wake up, Qingwan." He said softly, with worry flashing in his eyes, "We haven't gone back to see our parents together yet, Mom is still at home waiting for you to go back and accompany her."

Such words were mixed in the endless sighs, but there was no way to wake her up, so he could only sit silently by the side and accompany her, occasionally saying some words to coax her, trying to wake her up, but there was no way.

He poured himself a glass of water, then sat on the escort chair and stared blankly at Su Qingwan, feeling guilty from the inside out, he put down the glass in his hand and walked outside.

When he came to the attending physician's office, he sat down weakly, looked up at the doctor slightly: "Doctor, does Qingwan really have to rely on herself now?"

From his tone, he could hear the great guilt, despite his efforts, the answer he got was still so cold.

"Mr. Mu, you come to me five times a day to ask questions." He became a little puzzled, unable to figure out why he asked so frequently, "Miss Su can only wake up by herself."

He is also very helpless, which doctor doesn't want his patients to get better immediately, but how can this become a reality.

After listening, Mu Jingchen also nodded apologetically, stood up and walked towards the door, but was suddenly stopped, and he just turned his head curiously.

"You can try external help, tell her what she yearns for, try it, maybe it will help." After finishing speaking, she shook her head helplessly, Mu Jingchen nodded gratefully, and walked towards the ward go.

Sitting down, he looked at the person who was still in a coma, and was helpless. He couldn't remember what she yearned for, so he could only sit.

The hope that was originally ignited was extinguished in an instant.

He had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and call the assistant.Listening to the assistant's confused voice, it was immediately discovered that he had fallen asleep during working hours.

During this period of time, he was sleeping and taking care of most things in the company, and the rest time must not be enough, and he felt even more guilty.

Although he was very guilty, the words changed when he got to his mouth: "Take care of your rest and don't delay your work." Although he said this, the assistant still knew his intentions very well.

Wei Wei nodded her head to answer, and then asked the purpose of calling this time, after all, it is impossible for him to call suddenly to care about the staff.

"There is indeed something." He wanted to say it, but hesitated for a while, "Will it delay your rest?" The assistant immediately gave an affirmative answer, and then he felt relieved.

He looked at the comatose person lying on the bed, feeling uncomfortable: "Help me check the source of the package. The courier box and the list are in the trash can in my living room."

After the assistant agreed, he hung up the phone with certainty.