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"The patient is fine, but the hypoglycemia has occurred, and he should wake up in a while."

"Okay, trouble."

In a daze, Wen Zong heard someone talking intermittently.

His eyes were too sore, and it took him a while to open them with effort.It was snow-white, and there was a hanging bottle hanging on the upper right side. The cold liquid flowed through the transparent hose and finally flowed into his body.

"Are you awake?" Tan Jingyao turned around, only to find that Wen Zong had opened his eyes, and strode to the hospital bed.

"Grandpa..." Wen Zong sat up suddenly, but couldn't sit still because of dizziness.

Tan Jingyao held him gently: "Mr. Wen is fine, he has high blood pressure, and his blood pressure has dropped, and his condition is stable."

Wen Zong rubbed his swollen eyes, still worried, and struggled to get out of bed to take a look: "Let go, let me go and take a look..."

"You can't go now, the symptoms of hypoglycemia haven't passed yet." Tan Jingyao frowned, "I hired a special person to take care of Mr. Wen, and your aunt is also here."

Wen Zong bit his lower lip, his bloodless face was full of fragility: "Let me go and see...he is my only relative..."

Because his head was still groggy, the memory in Wen Zong's mind became confused, and he thought that he was living in the world before wearing books.

Tan Jingyao lightly tugged at his hand and tightened it. He and Wen Zong were related by blood, and indeed only Wen Huahui could be called a relative.

"I'll take you there." Taking a look at the glucose solution that was still infused, Tan Jingyao held Wen Zong's hand and helped him off the bed.

Wen Zong's legs were so weak, his feet felt like they were stepping on cotton, and he didn't feel any real feeling. He could only stay on top of Tan Jingyao.

"Hold me if you can't stand up." Tan Jingyao explained while lifting the infusion stand with glucose hanging on it.

"...Mmm." Wen Zong responded in a muffled voice, and with his right hand that hadn't been pricked, he emptily tugged at the hem of Tan Jingyao's shirt.

He was almost carried out of the ward by Tan Jingyao, and Tong Quan, who was guarding outside, saw him and was shocked: "Chairman?"

"You stay here. If the nurse comes to ask, just say we have gone upstairs." Tan Jingyao explained.

"it is good."

Wen Zong lived in the ward on the third floor, while Wen Huahui was on the sixth floor, and was assigned to the Tan family's exclusive VIP ward.

Seeing the familiar corridor, Wen Zong slowly came back to his senses, realizing that this is the suburban private hospital that he had been to before.

Following Tan Jingyao to the ward at the end of the sixth floor, Wen Zong saw two nurse-like people standing outside the ward, and a chief physician in a white coat. In addition to Aunt Yao, there was a professional nurse in the ward.

"Mr. Tan, Mr. Wen." The chief physician greeted him politely, and said, "Mr. Wen is currently in an optimistic situation and will wake up soon. Please don't worry too much."

"Let's go in and have a look." Tan Jingyao stated his purpose, and then walked in with Wen Zong.

Aunt Yao looked up and saw that they quickly gave up the seat beside the bed: "Master, sit here."

Tan Jingyao helped him to sit down: "Aunt Yao, you go out first, we will stay here for a while."

"Okay, call us if you have something to do," Aunt Yao dragged the nurse Tan Jingyao invited out of the ward.

On the hospital bed, Wen Huahui frowned, not sleeping peacefully.

Wen Zong couldn't hold it back, raised his hand to stretch his brows for him, and stared at his white head with fascination.

When he was in a coma due to hypoglycemia, Wen Zong had a sad dream.

In the dream, the young Yuanchen stood in the sad white hospital corridor, watching the young, beautiful but lifeless mother Yao Zhengya being pushed into the emergency room.

The red light came on and then went off, but only for a short 10 minutes.

Because of excessive blood loss, Yao Zhengya died on the way to the hospital when the ambulance took her.

Because there was no possibility of resuscitation, the hospital was ready to issue a death notice, but under Wen Huahui's insistence, the last rescue was carried out.

Knowing that there was no hope, Wen Huahui still hoped that Yao Zhengya could survive.

After confirming his death, he couldn't hear the noise of other people coming and going in the corridor, only Wen Huahui's muffled cry, like a burst of sadness that had been suppressed for a long time, filled Yuanshen's mind, and also filled him thought of.

But the original body's biological father was nowhere to be seen, and all the sorrows were borne by the older generation Wen Huahui and the young Yuan body.

He saw the original body walking gently in front of Wen Huahui, holding him carefully, and said softly, "Grandpa, don't cry, it's not your fault."

Not your fault, not your fault.

It's their fault.

Warm fingertips brushed against the cold and wet corners of his eyes, Wen Zong withdrew from his memory, and looked at the person in front of him in confusion.

Tan Jingyao's face was stern, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his hand movements were a little clumsy, and he had a gentleness that did not match his appearance at all.

"Hug, I'm sorry..." Wen Zong hurriedly raised his hand, trying to wipe away his tears.

Tan Jingyao grabbed his subconsciously raised left hand that was still in the infusion, and said in a serious tone, "Don't move around."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Wen Zong's face, the moment tears fell down his cheeks, Tan Jingyao wiped them with his fingertips.

Immediately afterwards, a cold wet tissue with a hint of fragrance was pasted on his cheek.

Wen Zong quickly calmed down, sniffed and stopped talking.

"Old Mr. Wen is fine, don't worry too much." Tan Jingyao stared at his pale face, "It's you, who is in a bad state now."

Tan Jingyao wanted to persuade Wen Zong to go back to the ward to rest, but intellectually knew that it was impossible for Wen Zong to agree.

Fortunately, the ward here is very large, and there is a bed next to it where the escort can rest.

Before Wen Zong came back to his senses, Tan Jingyao put his arms around Wen Zong's waist, half-embracing him, and sent him to the bedside: "You sleep here for a while, at least I will take care of you here after the glucose infusion is over, don't worry .”

"I..." Wen Zong wanted to argue, but because of his heavy head, his language function became very dull.

"Be obedient." Tan Jingyao put his hand on Wen Zong's forehead, staring at his red and swollen eyes, "Trust me."

Wen Zong pursed his lips, stopped arguing, and lay down obediently.

He was in a poor state of mind, groggy, and fell asleep shortly after lying down.

Tan Jingyao covered him with the quilt, and sent a message to ask Tong Quan to buy food.

Tong Quan went out for a run in a hurry, bought some side dishes and clear porridge as Tan Jingyao said, and was stopped by Aunt Yao at the door of the ward when he came back with them.

"Nonsense! It's better to eat what you buy than to eat what you make yourself! The food outside is so unhygienic!" Aunt Yao wanted to go back to cook for a long time, but Tan Jingyao was here, she didn't dare to move at all, she didn't know why, she just didn't Dare to run around, catch Tong Quan now, and hastily discipline him.

Tong Quan was confused by the training, he shook the thermos for a long time: "The chairman asked me to buy it."

Aunt Yao was speechless for a while, and coughed a few times: "Forget it, eat, eat, I will do it tomorrow...tomorrow."

Fortunately, Wen Huahui really got better quickly, and he woke up shortly after his blood pressure dropped.

"...Xiao Tan, I'm sorry to trouble you." Wen Huahui was rational, quickly judged the situation, and softly called Tan Jingyao who was sitting between the two beds.

The four-legged wooden stool was very hard, Tan Jingyao moved his stiff legs, and replied calmly: "It's okay, you have a good rest, I'll let the doctor come over and show you."

"Sigh." Wen Huahui sighed, seeing Wen Zong's pale face when he fell asleep, his heart ached, "I'll forget it when I'm old, my family is nothing from now on."

"It's okay, hypoglycemia, don't worry. I just coaxed him to sleep, and he should be hungry when he's full." Tan Jingyao basically finished coaxing Wen Zong today and came to comfort Wen Huahui again.

Wen Huahui stared at Tan Jingyao for a long time, very relieved: "That's good, that's good."

The chief physician quickly came in and re-measured Wen Huahui's blood pressure. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he gave some precautions, and then let Tong Quan in who was carrying a thermos bucket.

Tong Quan served porridge for Wen Huahui, served some food, and put on a nurse to feed Wen Huahui.

When they were almost full, only Tan Jingyao and the others were left in the ward.

"I'm really sorry today. I still need you to worry about our family's affairs." Wen Huahui had received contact from Jin Liangce before, knowing that Tan Jingyao would come to the nursing home today, and the other party was in the hospital with them at the moment, guessing Tan Jingyao in his heart It should be that he has a good understanding of what happened.

"It's really fine. I just dropped by to give you something today." Considering Wen Huahui's physical condition, Tan Jingyao didn't plan to give him anything for the time being.

But Wen Huahui took the initiative to ask for it: "I know, give it to me."

"You are mainly resting now."

"It's okay, I have my own body." Wen Huahui was very concerned about the materials sent by Jin Liangce.

Tan Jingyao had no choice but to take out the document bag that was pressed on the bottom of the drawer: "That's it."

"En." Opening the file bag, Wen Huahui carefully looked through the materials inside, frowning.After a while, he asked, "Are you sure these are all right?"

"Yes, grandpa said it was a drug test certificate jointly issued by three medical institutions." Tan Jingyao didn't know what was in the document bag, and simply relayed what Jin Liangce told him.

"Okay, I got it." Wen Huahui put away the materials, "Don't follow me about the materials."

"clear."

Wen Zong fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up, he had already run out of glucose, leaving only his stomach growling with hunger.

Wen Huahui, who was reading the newspaper with a loud voice, turned his head: "It seems that the appetite is not bad."

Hearing his grandfather's ridicule, Wen Zong finally let go of his hanging heart.

Tan Jingyao was about to reach for the thermos, but Aunt Yao, who was always worried about being gentle, grabbed it first.

She ran to Wen Zong's side, helped him sit up, set up the table for him, and brought out all the hot porridge.

"Come on, Aunt Yao will feed you."

"No, you don't need it, I'll just eat it myself." Wen Zong looked embarrassed, reached out to take the spoon from Aunt Yao's hand, and sipped the porridge.

Aunt Yao simply sat by and watched him eat. Seeing that the bowl of porridge was slowly draining, she was finally satisfied and went out with an empty bowl.

Wen Zong regained some strength, and thanked Tan Jingyao with belated reason: "Brother Jingyao, thank you today, I have caused you a lot of trouble."

"fine."

"I..." Wen Zong hesitated to speak.

Tan Jingyao saw what he meant, and stood up voluntarily: "I'll go out first, you guys talk, call me if you need anything."

Wen Zong glanced at Tan Jingyao gratefully, the other party nodded slightly, and closed the door for them when they went out.

Only then did Wen Zong turn his attention to his grandfather: "Grandpa, are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's much better than you." Wen Huahui patted his chest, trying to prove that he was healthy.

Wen Zong forced his lips into a smile: "That's good."

After a while of silence, Wen Zong said again: "Grandpa, I... have a question to ask you."

Everything in the dream made him care too much.

The phrase "It's their fault" was always lingering in his mind, not only the voice of the young original body, Wen Zong even heard his own voice.

He couldn't ask the question of the relationship between himself and the original body, and Wen Huahui wouldn't know.

But there is one problem, Wen Zong thinks Wen Huahui will know.

"My mother...'s death has something to do with them, right? It's not just depression... right?"

The author has something to say: Tan Jingyao: I didn't get the heat preservation rice bucket.

Wen Zong: So stupid.

Tan Jingyao: Come here, give me a kiss.

One thing to solve, it is relatively slow, hope for understanding_(:з”∠)_

Ps:

Tomorrow I am going to disappear, there will only be one watch at 3:[-] tomorrow night-[-]

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