Jiang Ranran informed the other party of their specific location and then waited for rescue on the spot.
Soon, the car arrived. Jiang Ranran and Old Man Meng sent Meng Xianchen to the car. They also got in the car. The car started driving towards the hospital. Jiang Ranran sat in the car, feeling exhausted as if a mountain was pressing down on him.
She leaned lightly against the backrest, and a strong sense of tiredness came over her, and she couldn't help dozing off.
At some point, Jiang Ranran's body suddenly swayed forward due to inertia. She woke up suddenly, her eyes wide open, and looked around nervously.
It turned out that the car had already arrived at the hospital.
A group of doctors and nurses came out of the hospital, carried Meng Xianchen's stretcher out, and carried him into the hospital.
Jiang Ranran followed Mr. Meng and walked in with them.
"Doctor, please help me check my son's injuries." Old Man Meng's voice was trembling. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he could still keep up with the doctors.
"This requires further examination to know." The doctor said anxiously, and then pushed Meng Xianchen directly into the emergency room without giving Mr. Meng a chance to continue asking questions.
The scene, which was noisy just now, suddenly became quiet after Meng Xianchen entered the emergency room.
Mr. Meng and Jiang Ranran sat together on a bench in the hospital. Mr. Meng shed turbid tears, "Ranran, do you think Chenchen will be okay?"
Jiang Ranran was stunned for a moment. It was the first time she heard someone call Meng Xianchen Chenchen.
"It will be fine. You have to relax, uncle." Jiang Ranran tried to comfort Grandpa Meng, but she saw distrust in Grandpa Meng's eyes. No matter who comforted him, he would not believe it.
Unless the doctor pushed a living Meng Xianchen in front of him, he would not believe anyone.
In an instant, Mr. Meng burst into tears. He covered his cheeks with his hands and his shoulders kept twitching. It was obvious that he was trying his best to control his emotions, but he still lost control.
Jiang Ranran raised her hand and gently placed it on Mr. Meng's shoulder, her eyes inadvertently seeing his ankle.
Mr. Meng's trouser legs were covered in mud, and his ankles had been scratched by branches and were still bleeding, but he looked like he was not in pain at all.
"Uncle, your ankle is injured." Jiang Ranran quickly reminded him.
But Mr. Meng's expression was very confused. He let go of his face and said in a trembling voice: "I'm so afraid of losing Chenchen, my Chenchen."
Seeing Mr. Meng's fragile appearance, Jiang Ranran realized that his usual strength was all pretended, but it did not touch the people he really cared about, and the only person he cared about was Meng Xianchen.
"No, the doctor is trying to save him. Meng Xianchen will definitely get better." Jiang Ranran hurried to comfort him.
Old Master Meng seemed completely oblivious to Jiang Ranran's words. He just wiped his tears. The next second, his eyes were filled with hatred, and he gritted his teeth and said, "If anything happens to Chenchen, I will never forgive that bitch Meng Zhen!"
Jiang Ranran immediately saw murderous intent in Mr. Meng's eyes.
The two of them didn't know how long they had been waiting on the bench in the hospital until the lights in the operating room went out. Mr. Meng had been like a lost soul until this moment, but he finally woke up. He became energetic and walked towards the door of the operating room.
"Doctor, how is my son?" Mr. Meng grabbed the doctor who came out and asked nervously.
The doctor said calmly, "Don't worry, he's out of danger. Just take good care of yourself."
As soon as these words were spoken, Mr. Meng finally breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes were filled with tears of surprise and joy, and he thanked the doctor profusely. It was not until Meng Xianchen was pushed out that Mr. Meng finally let go of the doctor's hand and rushed towards Meng Xianchen.
The once powerful man has now become an ordinary old man with a face full of vicissitudes and panic.
"Chenchen!" Old Master Meng gently shook Meng Xianchen, but the anesthetic had not worn off yet and Meng Xianchen was still in a coma.
They followed Meng Xianchen back to the ward, and Old Man Meng began to take care of Meng Xianchen.
He found a towel and wiped Meng Xianchen's whole body clean.
Then he just sat by the bed, looking at him quietly, as if waiting for him to wake up.
"Uncle, you take a rest, let me watch over it." Jiang Ranran couldn't bear it, so he walked to the side of Mr. Meng and suggested carefully.
As expected, Mr. Meng refused, "I'm going to wait here until Chenchen wakes up."
"But your ankle is also injured, you should get it bandaged." Jiang Ranran persuaded earnestly.
But Mr. Meng simply wouldn't listen. At this moment, he was like a stubborn old man. No matter what anyone said, he remained indifferent. In short, he just wanted to stay by Meng Xianchen's side.
They waited for an entire night. Just when Mr. Meng was about to fall asleep, Meng Xianchen's fingers suddenly moved.
At this moment, Mr. Meng suddenly became alert, his eyes wide open as he stared at Meng Xianchen's fingers.
Meng Xianchen moved again, and this time Mr. Meng was sure that he was not mistaken!
"Doctor! Nurse! My son is awake, my son is awake!" Old Man Meng shouted excitedly, then rushed to the corridor to call for help. Immediately afterwards, doctors and nurses rushed over to examine Meng Xianchen.
Mr. Meng wanted to get closer to take a look, but was squeezed outside.
After a while, the doctors dispersed and said to Mr. Meng with some regret, "The patient hasn't woken up yet. You'd better continue to observe. If he really wakes up and regains consciousness, you can call us."
After saying this, they left in a mighty manner, leaving only Mr. Meng sad.
"How could that be? I clearly saw you wake up just now. You must have woken up and were joking with your dad, right?" Old Master Meng grabbed Meng Xianchen's hand and said with tears in his eyes.
But this time, Meng Xianchen really didn't react at all.
Old Master Meng was getting a little anxious. He almost cried and begged Meng Xianchen, "Chenchen, wake up, Daddy begs you, wake up, Daddy really doesn't want to lose you..."
Old Master Meng was crying with tears streaming down his face.
"Dad, this is the first time I hear you call me Chenchen. Although it's a bit corny, I'm still quite touched." Suddenly, Meng Xianchen on the hospital bed opened his mouth, and the first sentence he said was this.
Mr. Meng's eyes widened in disbelief.
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