Chapter 705 Brain Examination

Huo Donglin's face quickly turned pale, and he curled up in pain, his fingers tightly grasping the bed sheets, and a hoarse gasp came from his throat.

Aunt Zhao panicked and rushed to the bedside, frantically searching for the asthma spray in the bedside table. "Donglin! Donglin! Where's the medicine? Where is it?!"

Huo Donglin could no longer speak, his vision was blacking out, and he could only shake his head desperately - the medicine was not in the bedside table at all, the nurse had just taken it away for inspection in the morning.

"Nurse! Nurse! Someone come quickly!" Aunt Zhao screamed and rushed out of the ward, and the sound of chaotic footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor.

Soon, medical staff rushed in, quickly put an oxygen mask on Huo Donglin, and injected medicine.

The attending doctor frowned and looked at Aunt Zhao, his tone stern: "What's going on? The patient's emotions cannot be stimulated. Don't you family members know this?!"

Aunt Zhao's face turned pale and she stammered, "I, I just said a few words... Who knew he would suddenly..."

The doctor ignored her and turned to the nurse, "Increase the oxygen flow and prepare another bronchodilator."

Huo Donglin was half conscious when he heard Aunt Zhao talking on the phone beside him. She was indignant and said, "Madam, Donglin is sick again! It's all because of that Xue Jun. She insisted on provoking Donglin and even fed him braised pork..."

He raised his hand with difficulty and wanted to refute, but breathing was still labored under the oxygen mask and he could not make any sound.

At that time, Lin Jiamin was entertaining the Wu family in a restaurant. When she learned that Huo Donglin had fallen ill again, she immediately left and rushed to the hospital.

The Wu family also knew about Huo Donglin's physical condition and expressed understanding.

Half an hour later, Lin Jiamin rushed to the hospital.

As soon as she entered the room, Aunt Zhao came up to her with red eyes and told her the story with exaggeration, focusing all on Xue Jun's "ulterior motives" and not mentioning a word about herself pushing Xue Jun and verbally provoking Huo Donglin.

After hearing this, Lin Jiamin walked to the bedside with a gloomy face.

Huo Donglin had recovered a little, but his face was still pale. Seeing her coming, he subconsciously clenched the corner of the quilt.

"Donglin, did Xue Jun come over at noon?"

"……Um."

"Didn't you promise Mom to stay away from Xue Jun?"

"Aunt Xue just came to bring me lunch..."

When Huo Donglin met Lin Jiamin's gaze, his voice became lower and lower.

Lin Jiamin was not angry, but her cold eyes made him shudder.

He lowered his head and admitted his mistake, "I'm sorry, Mom, I was wrong."

"Donglin, you're still young and don't understand how treacherous people are. Mom is doing this for your own good. If Xue Jun comes again, ignore her and don't talk to her. Got it?"

"……knew."

When he said this, Huo Donglin's heart was shrouded in gloom, without seeing the sunshine, and he lay in bed in a daze.

After getting the answer, my mother's voice became gentle, "Donglin, are you feeling unwell now?"

Huo Donglin didn't want to speak, but he knew his mother would definitely ask more questions, so he just answered with a few words.

…

After a day of filming on Monday, Wen Liang went to the hospital to visit Mason.

After staying in the intensive care unit for half an hour, she returned to the hotel to work overtime. She first made a few sample films and sent them to the client for reference to see if they achieved the expected results.

Before going to bed, news came from Huo Dongcheng.

His people found out that just two days before Mason's car accident, the driver's son went abroad to study. Fearing that his son would not be able to adapt to living abroad, the driver's wife also went to take care of his son, leaving the driver alone at home.

According to their neighbors, since the driver was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, he has spent all his family savings and even sold his house on his treatment.

Unfortunately, pancreatic cancer is an extremely malignant tumor, known as the king of cancer. It is difficult to detect in the early stages and is usually discovered in the late stages. Treatment in the hospital is just a waste of money to prolong life.

Just half a month ago, the driver who caused the accident was discharged from the hospital and lived in a small house rented by his family.

According to their situation, the family simply does not have enough money to send their son to study abroad, and it is even more impossible for the driver's wife to leave him, a dying man, to go abroad to take care of their son. Even if she wants to go, she should at least wait until the driver's funeral is done, right?

The strangeness of the car accident was almost obvious.

Wen Liang became more and more determined to go to Philadelphia to investigate.

On Wednesday morning, Wen Liang handed the photos to Party A. After getting approval, the business trip ended.

She bought some things and went to the hospital to visit Mason, and also made an appointment for herself.

Mason has been transferred to a general ward and is in much better spirits.

Wen Liang stayed with Mason for a while, and when he saw that it was almost time, he went to the outpatient building to prepare for the consultation.

After waiting for a few minutes, her number was called and she entered the clinic and sat down on the chair next to the table.

The doctor was operating the computer while saying, "Give me your ID card. Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Wen Liang said, "Doctor, I was in a car accident about five or six years ago. After waking up from the accident, I forgot some things, and I didn't remember them until I recovered. Now, after so many years, there is nothing abnormal in my body, but I still can't remember them, so I wanted to come for a check-up."

The doctor asked Wen Liang while typing, "Where were you injured in the car accident?"

Wen Liang recalled and pointed to the left back of his head, "It seems to be here."

She remembered that the nurse had applied medicine to the left back of her head. At that time, that area of ​​hair had been shaved, and she was worried that the hair would not grow back.

She also tried to use a mirror to see what the wound looked like, but without success.

"Let me take a look."

"good."

Wen Liang turned around in the chair, his back facing the doctor.

The doctor used his fingers to push aside her hair and searched. "Is this really the place?"

"It should be."

The doctor brushed the hair on the other side again, withdrew his hand, wiped it with a wet wipe, and wrote something on the computer.

Wen Liang fixed her hair and turned around: "Is there any problem?"

The doctor said, "I didn't see any marks left by the sutures. They may have faded."

Wen Liang: "Maybe. My skin is in pretty good condition. Two years ago, I got injured on my face and got a scar. Now it's so light that it's hard to see."

"Are there any sequelae now? Like headaches, dizziness, and being unable to be exposed to the wind..."

"No," Wen Liang shook his head and added, "But whenever I think about those forgotten things, my head hurts."

"I'll order a CT scan and an MRI for you."

As he spoke, the doctor printed out a prescription and handed his ID card to Wen Liang. "Go pay first, then go get checked."

"good."

Wen Liang took the bill, paid the money, and went to the imaging room to make an appointment for an examination.

Due to the large number of patients, today's imaging appointments are fully booked, and the warm and cool CT and MRI are scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.

She came an hour early and had a CT scan first and then an MRI.

After the examination, the results will be available within two hours.

The doctor who examined her yesterday was not in office today, so Wen Liang made an appointment with a random doctor and went to see him with the X-ray and written results.