Chapter 117 (2/2)
Fu Qingqing looked at his brother like this and felt very unhappy.
She sighed slightly. At the moment when Qiao Anran rushed into the fire recklessly, she could deeply feel... Qiao Anran's true feelings.
If it's not because of deep love, how can you risk your life to find him?
Fu Jingjing secretly thinks that if Qiao Anran can spend this time safely, she must seriously apologize to her sister-in-law and apologize for the wrong things she said and did before.
……
In the emergency room, Gu Nancheng put on sterile clothes, and then prepared instruments for the nurse to measure the current indicators of Qiao Anran.
”Heart rate and blood pressure are low. The situation is not optimistic!”
”Prepare for rescue immediately, pacemaker!”
Joan ran was in a coma. She could feel what was happening outside and even hear them talking, but she just couldn't wake up and couldn't open her eyes.
Some pictures flashed back and forth in my mind——
The first picture is in an orphanage. She saw many children. A loving middle-aged woman took one of the little girls by the hand and gently said to her, ”do you remember where you live and what your name is?”
The little girl shook her head in amazement.
”In that case, you can live with us in the orphanage in the future.
The woman touched her head, smiled and said, ”I'm the president of the orphanage. My surname is ye. All the children here are ye. From now on, your name will be called Ye Huanyan, okay? ”
……
Qiao Anran felt as if she was about to catch something. The picture flashed. She only saw a black car crashing straight towards her. She suddenly closed her eyes
It was in a bend, she remembered! She remembered that she was going from Lincheng to Tongcheng that day to find her Nancheng brother... But there was a car accident, and then she lost consciousness.
Finally, the picture that came to her mind was that she woke up in the hospital and saw a man named Fu Siming.
She will never forget what Fu Siming said to her at that time.
——You're my wife, Joan.
……
On the operating table, the delirious man babbled: ”I'm not... Not...”
Hearing Qiao Anran's whisper, Gu Nancheng leaned over to her, only to hear her say repeatedly, ”I'm not... Not...”
Gu Nancheng frowned. Although he knew that Qiao Anran was in a coma at the moment and that his dream was just a manifestation of unconsciousness, he subconsciously asked, ”what's not?”
”No... I'm not Joan dye.”
Then the man lost his voice.
After hearing this clearly, Gu Nancheng's pupils suddenly tightened and looked at Qiao Anran, who was completely in a coma, with a complex look.
What did she mean when she said she wasn't Joan ran?
Who is the person in front of you, not Joan ran?
”Dr. Gu? Doctor gu! All indicators of vital signs of patients are continuously declining! ”
The nurse called Gu Nancheng several times before he recovered. He said solemnly, ”bring her a ventilator and a pacemaker to restore her heart rate. Come on!”
The pacemaker worked again and again, but Joan Ran's heart rate was falling without any improvement. Later, the curve on the heart rate detector was almost without fluctuation
”Doctor Gu, no! The patient has no vital signs... ”