Chapter 1237 (1/1)

Just as everyone wept silently, the attending doctor in white coat walked into the ward, with an unprecedented seriousness on his face.

”The patient drank too much at one time, coupled with irregular work and rest and low mood during this period, resulting in...” at this point, he didn't go on, but just kept sighing and shaking his head.

Looking at the once young and handsome boy on the hospital bed, he was lying like a lifeless shell, and his heart felt bad.

”Doctor, our family minhao is still... How long will he be in a coma? When will he wake up?” Xie Xiaoqiu held the doctor's white sleeve tightly as if she were grasping the last straw while crying.

”Well, I'm not sure. Maybe he'll be in a coma all the time, maybe he'll wake up in a few days... The key now is that the patient's mental state looks very bad, as if he doesn't want to wake up subconsciously.” The attending doctor looked at Xie Xiaoqiu and Li Tianwei with a sad face and said helplessly, ”you may think this statement is very mysterious, but in fact, the patient's survival consciousness is also very important, sometimes even more effective than drug treatment.”

Hearing this, Luo Xiaomei's heart clenched tightly. Guilt and remorse that had been repressed at the bottom of her heart came to her. All this seems to be caused by yourself.

Li minhao, it should be painful to see himself with Ke Jingheng every day. He must not want to face them like this... So he would rather sleep like this.

Perhaps in the eyes of adults, children's love is just like playing at home, but children of this age also have the persistence they can't imagine and the courage to break their blood for love.

For most people, love is a big thing. They will suffer because they can't get the person they like - but what's more painful is that the person they like once is forgotten by each other.

Hearing the doctor's words, a low sob rang out intermittently in the ward. Xie Xiaoqiu and Li Mengshan held each other's hands and cried, while Luo Xiaomei was also blurred by tears.

Unlike them, she didn't dare to cry. She could only bite her lips and cry silently until a strong smell of blood began to fill her mouth.

She blamed herself and contradicted herself. At one moment, she even thought that if the person lying in bed was herself now - in this way, everyone would not have to suffer.

Looking at her heartbroken appearance, Ke Jingheng wanted to extend his hand to wipe the tears from her face, but he finally took back his hand frozen in the air.

In front of Li minhao, who is still asleep, it seems that any closer action they make is like blasphemy to him. His heart was deserted, and he suddenly remembered the strawberry kite that disappeared in the sky and fell rapidly

It finally broke away from the spool in his hand and left him far away.

The eyelids beat violently again - is this really a bad omen? Will Cranberry leave him again because of this?

His eyes fell on Li minhao's bloodless face, and his heart was filled with all kinds of complex emotions.

He didn't want to let go of lowerberry's hand, but