Chapter 302 Telling You a Story
drip-drip-drip-
The lines on the electrocardiogram rose and fell regularly, and the liquid in the bottle dripped down, slowly flowing into the old blood vessels along the infusion tube.
The hand that had just been released was involuntarily clenched tightly again at this moment, and the nails dug deep into the flesh. Amidst the slight sharp pain, Shen Pianpian slowly walked towards the bed.
Her steps were difficult, as if the ground under her feet was not smooth as a mirror, but a muddy swamp.
Until the sleeping, thin, old face came clearly into view, Shen Pianpian's legs went limp and he knelt down beside the bed.
The knees hit the ground with a dull thud.
"You're not like that..."
After a moment of silence, the girl's suppressed, dry voice rang out in the ward.
"You shouldn't be like this, Grandpa..."
Shen Pianpian knelt beside the bed, her voice filled with muffled sobs.
"You have always been the most upright adult in my heart. How could you be defeated by a small heart attack..."
She slowly held the old man's hand which was receiving an IV.
Cold, thin, and old.
Tears fell almost instantly.
Shen Pianpian looked at the hand, clasped it tightly in her palm, and made a small murmur in her throat while crying.
"Grandpa, you're so thin... How did you become so thin? Did you not eat well and make yourself sick..."
"Grandpa, the doctor said you must wake up within 24 hours. Let's listen to the doctor, okay? Now I'm going to tell you a story. If you think it's funny, laugh. If you think it's interesting, give me some response, okay?"
Shen Pianxian wiped away a tear, snuggled up to the bed, held the old man's hand, sobbed and whispered a story.
"Once upon a time, there was a little brat named Xia Yunduan. Her name was given to her by her grandfather, who took it from Li Bai's poem, 'Longing for Love,' where a beauty is like a flower separated by clouds. Her grandfather was a very powerful man, like the good-versus-evil boss in novels..."
The incandescent light in the ward was on quietly, and the electrocardiogram was still ticking.
The girl's figure kneeling beside the bed looked like a small animal clinging to a long-lost relative.
The little beast was telling a story to this relative in a low voice, with all the softness and fragile purring in his throat.
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It’s still the lounge next to the fake ward.
Huo Lang glanced at the doctor in a white coat who had just walked out of the ward and closed the door.
He and Cheng Zhiyuan were the only ones left in the room.
He turned around with a sharp, dark look.
"Mr. Cheng, I have a lot of questions right now and I don't know which one I should ask first."
Cheng Zhiyuan met his gaze, smiled coldly, sat down elegantly on the sofa, and said lightly,
"There's no need to follow the order. Please feel free to do as you please, Mr. Huo."
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Outside the door.
No one noticed that the doctor in a white coat, who had just come out of his ward, was wearing a mask and walked quietly through the entire corridor.
Arrived at the door of the real ward.
He was about to walk in naturally, but was stopped by a female nurse.
The nurse has a beautiful face and her smile is Nightingale's angel smile.
"This is the critical care unit. Aside from the attending physician, everyone else needs a permit to enter and exit."
The doctor stopped and asked with some doubt,
"Do you need a permit? But it was Doctor Chen who asked me to add the medicine..."
As he spoke, he took out a small bottle of injection medicine from the pocket of his white coat, with the word "Aspirin" labeled on it in English.
This is indeed the medicine for patients with myocardial infarction, and Dr. Chen is Huo Chengde's real attending physician. Apart from Huo's family, the only people who know about this are Dr. Chen and the trustworthy people around him.
The nurse hesitated.
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