In order to restore her image as a strong woman, Lin Xiaoman worked furiously for three days and was extremely busy. Alas, making money is tiring.
After finishing the work at hand, Lin Xiaoman did not forget to go to the hospital to show her motherly love.
Zhang Xiting contacted several experts who were well-versed in vegetative patients. On that day, there was another expert meeting, and Lin Xiaoman took time out to go to the hospital.
"Madam, I have something to say, but I don't know whether I should say it or not." When Lin Xiaoman arrived, Aunt He went to the hall to greet her, and then couldn't help but complain.
She really couldn't bear to see Feng Yuanqing's shy and disgusted look!
What if the young master can't get better? Now he has the pressure from his wife. What if his wife is also old and sick? What should we do then?
If the young lady were to be in charge, I'm afraid the lady and the young master would be miserable!
"Guizhen, you have been in my family for so many years. If you have anything to say, just say it directly." Lin Xiaoman said gently.
"Madam, I feel that the young mistress doesn't care about the young master." After considering her words, Aunt He spoke more tactfully.
"Huh? Not caring?" Lin Xiaoman showed a look of surprise and suspicion, and complained in his heart: If you don't love me, of course I don't care. What's more, there is no filial son by the bedside of a long-term patient. True love may be despised, not to mention that I am just a spare tire.
"Madam, everything I said is true." Seeing that Lin Xiaoman didn't quite believe it, Aunt He became anxious.
"I... understand. Hey, Qingyue is in such a state now..." Lin Xiaoman sighed in embarrassment, with a worried look on his face, "Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, but when disaster strikes, they fly away separately! Guizhen, I know what's going on, and I have my own plans. As for Qingyue, I'll trouble you to take care of her."
"Madam, thanks to your care over the years, my two children have been able to go to college. I will always remember your kindness. Don't worry, I will never let the young master suffer any injustice. I will always keep an eye on him."
"Then I feel relieved." Lin Xiaoman looked relieved.
After chatting for a few words along the way, Lin Xiaoman arrived at the ward. Feng Yuanqing and Zheng Hongliang were sitting on the sofa outside the ward. When they saw her, they both stood up.
"mom."
"lady."
"Well, you've worked hard these days." As he spoke, Lin Xiaoman looked into the inner room and saw a pile of white coats and a lot of cart-type instruments, which tightly surrounded the entire bed.
"how's it going?"
"We don't know yet. The experts are still diagnosing." Feng Yuanqing looked at the group of white coats nervously with concern and expectation, and forced a smile, "Brother Qingyue will be fine."
"Madam, the young master will definitely get better."
Everyone started to comfort each other, and after a few whispered words, the atmosphere became quiet. Only one or two words of discussion between the doctors in the inner room could be heard from time to time.
Lin Xiaoman was not idle either. Taking advantage of this moment, he took the documents he carried with him and began to read through them carefully.
After about two hours, the expert consultation ended and the group left one after another, leaving only Jiang Qingyue's attending physician, Director Ji.
"Director Ji, how is it?"
"Director Yang..." Director Ji said with a worried look on his face, shaking his head helplessly. "The conclusion reached by the experts..."
"What's the matter? Tell me quickly!" Old mother Lin Xiaoman was anxious and her face turned pale.
"Young Master Jiang's condition isn't very optimistic, but don't worry too much. The expert group needs to discuss the details. We'll work out a treatment plan and then make a judgment based on the effectiveness of the treatment."
"How could this happen! What should I do if Qingyue can't wake up? He is my only son!" Lin Xiaoman was trembling, looking like he was about to collapse at any moment.
Zhang Xiting and Aunt He hurriedly supported her on each side and comforted her at the same time.
"Chairman, Jiang Shaoji is a man of good fortune. He will definitely get better. You must cheer up. The entire company is counting on you. You absolutely cannot afford to collapse at this time."
"Madam, the young master is blessed with a long life, and he will be fine."
"Mom, don't be too sad. I believe Brother Qingyue will be better soon." Feng Yuanqing also spoke to comfort him, but she felt worried: Brother Qingyue will never get better? What should she do then?
"Yes, Mr. Yang, as long as he receives active treatment, there is definitely a chance that Young Master Jiang will wake up. Don't be too pessimistic."
…
A consultation with experts only cast a darker shadow over the atmosphere, and the ward was filled with gloom and sorrow.
After going in and out for a while, Jiang Qingyue was left with saline drip. Lin Xiaoman, acting like a loving mother, sat by the bed, looking at him with a worried look on her face, sighing and saying, "Qingyue, you must get better. What should I do if you're like this..."
Feng Yuanqing sat on the other side of the bed, full of thoughts but hesitant to speak, not knowing where to begin.
She powerfully portrayed the role of a miserable old mother, chattering to her adopted son at the bedside for half an hour. Lin Xiaoman felt that she had acted well enough, and after a few more words of advice, she could escape.
"Xiaoqing..."
After calling out, he found that Feng Yuanqing lowered her head and did not respond, so Lin Xiaoman raised his voice, "Xiaoqing!"
"Ah!" Feng Yuanqing, who was immersed in her own thoughts, was startled and screamed, then came to her senses, "Mom, you called me?"
What an absent-minded state... Lin Xiaoman sighed inwardly.
"Xiaoqing, although you are pregnant now, Qingyue is in this condition. As his wife, you have to work harder and take good care of him. The doctor said that you should talk to him more often so that he will have a greater chance of waking up." Lin Xiaoman spoke seriously and taught with the attitude of an elder.
"Mom, I know."
"Oh, Qingyue is like this now..." Lin Xiaoman's eyes were red, and her eyes were full of pain and sorrow.
Lin Xiaoman was just about to say, "From now on I'll depend on you to take care of me," and then quickly run away to make money.
"Mom, no, Aunt Yang, I, I'm sorry." Feng Yuanqing suddenly spoke with a guilty look on her face.
Seeing Aunt Yang like this, she was really filled with guilt and couldn't bear to deceive her anymore.
"You?" Upon hearing the change in address, Lin Xiaoman was stunned and looked at the person in confusion.
"Aunt, now that things have come to this, I really can't bear to hide it from you anymore. I'm sorry, but Brother Qingyue and I actually lied to you. We're not married at all." After hesitating for a few seconds with a conflicted look in her eyes, Feng Yuanqing bit her lip and told the truth.
"What do you mean?"
"Our marriage certificate is fake because I... met a heartless man. Brother Qingyue couldn't bear to see me suffer so much alone, so he wanted to help me, so..."
"So the baby in your belly is not Qingyue's!" Lin Xiaoman raised his voice, and his whole body was shaking with excitement and anger.
Lin Xiaoman's mind was turning rapidly as he performed with great acting skills.
Originally, I wanted to fatten up both the big one and the small one, and then "sell" them to that scumbag Yi Nian at a sky-high price.
But now Feng Yuanqing has made it clear.
Okay, since you confessed, I will be lenient with you and won’t do anything to harm you.
Get out!
Let it fend for itself.
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