Chapter 118 (1/2)
”Continue the rescue.”
He continued to use the pacemaker to restore Qiao Anran's heart rate. Seeing that there was no improvement, Gu Nancheng looked dark and frowned.
”Joan ran, don't sleep. Someone is still waiting for you. Fu Siming, he's still waiting for you. ”
Hearing the name Fu Siming, Joan Ran's heart rate curve fluctuated a little, but just for a moment, the heart rate became a straight line again.
Gu Nancheng was in a strange mood for some reason. He felt that if he could not save Joan ran today, he would regret all his life.
Perhaps it is because she is Fu Siming's wife, but there is another answer hidden in his heart, a fact he has always been reluctant to admit, that is, every time he sees Qiao Anran, he will have an inexplicable sense of familiarity and intimacy.
Somehow, Qiao Anran, a new student after the car accident, always reminds him of... Ye Huanyan.
Even if he doesn't want to admit it anymore, that's the truth.
He has lost his smile. He doesn't want the only one in the world who makes him feel that the shadow of smile can't be saved
”Joan ran, don't give up!”
In a deep coma, Joan ran seemed to have a dream.
She seemed to be floating in the sky. She had reached heaven, but she was dragged back to the world by a voice.
It seemed that someone was calling her, but she was not called ”Qiao Anran”, but ”Huanyan”.
She desperately wanted to see the man's face, but the voice was getting farther and weaker. She followed the direction of the voice
Gu Nancheng looked up at the centripetal rate monitor and was relieved to see that Qiao Anran's heart rate curve recovered and gradually stabilized.
”Prepare the wound for suture.”
Gu Nancheng picked up the suture needle. Because it was the head, he only gave Qiao Anran a very small amount of anesthetic and began to suture the wound.
The wound on the back of her head was long and wide, with eight stitches.
When people were rescued, it was much easier to deal with the traumatic wound. Soon the wound was sewn up, but people didn't wake up.
……
Seeing that the lights in the emergency room went out, Fu Siming immediately walked to the door of the emergency room.
The door of the emergency room opened. The nurse pushed out the unconscious Joan dye, and Gu Nancheng followed.
Fu Siming looked at the pale woman with her eyes closed.
”Is she okay?”
”I'm still in a coma, but my life is no longer in danger.”
Gu Nancheng said in a deep voice, ”the wound on the back of the head is very long. It has been sewn up for eight stitches. It may be very painful when you wake up. You can only bear it.”
The big stone hanging in Fu Siming's heart was finally put down, but Gu Nancheng's doubts became stronger and more dignified.
He hesitated for a moment, but he couldn't help but say, ”there's something I think is very strange.”
”What's up?”
”Just now, when I was giving first aid to Qiao Anran, I heard her talking in a coma and said... She's not Qiao Anran.”
Fu Siming's face changed slightly, his hands hanging on both sides tightened for a few minutes, his thin lips pursed gently, without words.
”What do you think this means?”
”You heard wrong, or it's just nonsense.”
After Fu Siming perfunctorily replied, Gu Nancheng didn't ask any more questions, but his doubts didn't disappear.
”She can't wake up for a while. Go and deal with the wound on her arm. Improper treatment of burns can easily cause various inflammation. ”
Qiao Anran was out of danger, and Fu Siming gradually calmed down without refusing.
Gu Nancheng found a nurse and asked her to treat the man's wound, disinfect and apply medicine.
When the nurse was dealing with the wound, Dr. Gu was watching, but he began to figure out Fu Siming's look. He always felt that there was something important that he didn't know.
Aware of Gu Nancheng's gaze, Fu Siming looked at him as usual. His thin lips lifted: ”what's the matter.”
”Nothing.”
Gu Nancheng looked back. ”Since she's all right, I'll deal with other things first.”
Fu Siming nodded, ”thanks.”
It's a pity that the wound has been treated.
”It shouldn't take long for the injury to heal, but I'm afraid this arm will leave a scar.” The nurse said as she packed up the medical supplies.
”It doesn't matter.”