Uncle, your squeamish bag is crying and needs to be posted

He looked at Uncle Geng, who quickly handed over the phone.

Old Master Si flicked his cell phone, ready to make a call to the Eldest Young Master. They couldn't reach Si Boheng, but he knew that the Eldest Young Master would definitely be able to.

But just as he was about to dial out, the phone rang first, and the caller ID happened to be the eldest son.

Mr. Si's withered palms suddenly tightened, and then he slowly picked up the phone.

"Grandpa, there is something I need to tell you."

Old Master Si didn't speak, and the corridor suddenly became very quiet, so quiet that he could only hear the voice of the eldest son on the phone.

"Si Boheng was injured. He was injured by explosives during a mission in the desert. He is currently being treated in the hospital."

Mr. Si's body shook violently, and Uncle Geng hurried forward to support him.

His own hand also dragged the wall subconsciously.

"Is he badly hurt?"

The eldest son was silent for a while, then hummed lightly.

"It's not light, the explosion location is very close to him, but he dodged it quickly, otherwise..."

He didn't finish, but Mr. Si understood, otherwise, he might be gone.

His eyes suddenly looked towards the corridor, where Yan Rongrong was pushed into the operating room, Mr. Si seemed to see that her eyes were still looking this way.

He scratched the wall vigorously with his hands, and asked in a deep voice.

"How hurt is it now?"

The eldest son said.

"He's not out of danger yet, but I promise you, I'll make him come back properly, Rongrong... How is it?"

"What do you say?"

Old Master Si knew that the news of Yan Rongrong's hospitalization could not be hidden from the Eldest Young Master. Maybe the Eldest Princess would not care about her, but the Eldest Young Master cared about her, so he has been paying attention to her all the time.

"Is the baby born?"

"Just entered the delivery room."

The two were silent for a while, just entering the delivery room, she was alone, she needed her husband's company most now, but Si Boheng couldn't come.

"I will let Si Boheng return to her side properly, I promise."

For the first time, Mr. Si had doubts about the eldest son's guarantee.

He hoped that Si Boheng would be safe and sound, but he knew that his injury was really serious this time.

At this time, in the central hospital of a city in Naxi Prefecture, nurses are carefully recording various data of patients in the ICU.

Suddenly, with oxygen on the bed, the patient with his eyes closed opened his eyes.

The nurses yelled in surprise, and then got busy. Some rushed to find the doctor, while others asked the patient how he was feeling in surprise.

However, the patient ignored her, but took off the instrument on his hand, and took off the oxygen mask by himself.

"What's the date today?"

The nurse stared at him blankly. Although the man's speech was a little hoarse, why did he feel that nothing was wrong?

But he was a critically ill ICU patient the day before. A critically ill patient also had to issue a critical illness notice, but when his heart was about to stop, it suddenly stabilized again.

A group of people entered the ICU ward wearing protective clothing, and when they saw Si Boheng on the bed, they were all taken aback.

This person was rescued in the emergency room for several hours yesterday, but looking at it now, he is in good spirits.

"What's the date?"

The doctors looked at each other, said a young doctor.

"6, number 6"

Si Boheng's anxious expression eased a bit, he turned his head to glance at the various instruments beside his bed, and then looked at the doctor.

"How is my injury? When will I be released from the hospital?"

The doctors all frowned, an old doctor stepped forward, stared at Si Boheng for a while, and said.

"You were seriously injured. The calf bone in your right leg was broken, and the fall caused intracranial hemorrhage. We rescued you for five hours yesterday."

Si Boheng touched his head, wrapped in gauze, he really felt a little groggy.

He touched his face again, as well as other parts, all of which were still there, and he was glad that he jumped out of the window at the end, otherwise he would have been burned by the fire, and he didn't know what his face would be beyond recognition.

Although he didn't care much about his appearance, he was afraid that Rongrong would not recognize him when he went back, so it's better to keep it original.

"You guys check it for me first to see if there is any danger of losing your life."

Ah Yang just put on his protective clothing and came in when he heard his boss' words.

Sure enough, in the eyes of the boss, nothing but death can stop him from rushing back to see his wife.

The doctors all stepped forward and checked Si Boheng for a while, taking X-rays, drawing blood, and even doing a urine test.

Anyway, Si Boheng would cooperate no matter what.

Said the old medical director.

"You are a critically ill patient. You cannot be discharged from the hospital until the test results come out, and now you have to be tested by these instruments 24 hours a day, so that we can rescue you in time if something goes wrong."

Si Boheng was stunned for a moment, okay, he cooperates.

The nurse stepped forward to connect the instruments for him again, but Si Boheng sat up all of a sudden.

He looked at Ah Yang and asked anxiously.

"Is there a call from home?"

Ah Yang shook his head.

"We didn't contact the family, we were afraid..."

Seeing so many nurses and doctors present, Ah Yang did not continue.

Si Boheng chopped off Vice General Jiang's left and right arms. In fact, Ah Yang and the others were always afraid that he would be killed in revenge during his hospitalization, so the hospital they found was not a military hospital, but an ordinary hospital.

But the doctor was sent here secretly by the eldest son, that's why he took Si Boheng's life back from Lord Yan's hands.

Si Boheng stretched out his hand towards Ah Yang with a pile on his hands.

"cell phone"

Seeing these nurses and doctors, Ah Yang handed over his mobile phone.

Si Boheng held his mobile phone, looking at the doctors and nurses.

The chief doctor nodded to the nurses, and the nurses and doctors left the ward one after another. The director was worried, and told Ah Yang again.

"If the patient has symptoms of discomfort, please call us quickly. After a while, you call home and ask the nurse to come in and reapply the instrument."

Ah Yang forced an ugly smile on his cold face.

"Okay, Director, you are troubled."

The ward became quiet, and Si Boheng looked around again, looking at a camera at the side.

The ICU ward of this hospital is equipped with monitoring screens to facilitate timely detection of patients' conditions.

Ah Yang moved a chair over and temporarily turned off the display screen.

Holding the phone, Si Boheng grinned and moved his mouth.

Maybe it was because he had been lying down for too long, his whole body was stiff, and his mouth was stiff and uncomfortable.

He moved his fingers again, and then entered the numbers that he knew by heart one by one.

When the numbers appeared one by one, his heart beat violently, and the instrument beside the bed started beeping.

A Yang was startled, and quickly reminded.

"Boss, please control your emotions, and the doctor will be brought here in a while."