Cen Yue's eyes instantly turned red, and he kept calling Song Yiyi's name over and over again.
His voice was filled with undisguised fear.
The doctor pinched Song Yiyi's philtrum.
Everyone was cleared out.
Outside the ward, Gu Cheng was still holding the boiling hot porridge, holding it tightly as if he couldn't feel it.
Everyone held their breath.
Even the little dumpling in Cai Mengjun's arms didn't say a word.
Through a door, Cen Yue's hoarse voice inside gripped everyone's heart.
No one had ever seen such a scene.
Even just by listening to the sound, one can feel his collapse and despair.
This scene happened too fast.
No one expected it.
They were talking and laughing just now.
Cai Mengjun almost cried, "It's all over, it's all over..."
She didn't want to think about the impossible.
Just repeating it over and over again.
Lao Liu was covered in cold sweat, but he still tried to comfort everyone: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous... It must be because he was anxious... He was anxious..."
He just went in to take a look.
Most of the time, syncope is caused by orthostatic hypotension.
But he was not the attending physician, so he could not examine the patient and did not know whether there was any possibility of heavy bleeding.
It's not a heavy bleeding.
After the doctor came out, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
After Song Yiyi woke up again.
The first thing I did was beyond everyone's expectations.
“Bang!”
There was a crisp slap sound in the ward.
Song Minghui stretched his face in front of Song Yiyi, thinking that his daughter wanted to tell him something.
Unexpectedly, I was slapped in the face.
The slap was very powerful, not at all like the strength a pregnant woman who had just given birth could exert.
Even through the curtain, Cai Mengjun shuddered.
The little girl immediately opened her mouth and started crying loudly.
Cai Mengjun was so busy that she had no time to pay attention to what was happening on the other side of the curtain.
Gu Cheng was warming the porridge and stirring it with a spoon.
He is tall.
When I turned around, I saw Song Yiyi beating her father.
The curtain near the window was opened, and the doctor advised to ventilate.
Probably because I felt embarrassed.
Gu Chengze handed Huo Tianqi another spoon and said, "How about... you help too..."
Huo Tianqi herself saw it too. She turned around, took the spoon blankly, and nodded blankly: "Hey."
The two of them stirred the same porridge silently.
No one dared to ask what happened.
Cen Yue took Song Yiyi's hand and whispered, "Wife, go slowly, don't hurt yourself."
He was even concerned about whether Song Yiyi's hand would be hurt.
And what if she gets involved?
Can't exert force.
Song Minghui: “…”
Only his cheeks felt burning and painful.
Song Yiyi's eyes were clear, and she looked at Song Minghui with coldness in her eyes.
Her tone of voice changed, and she spoke in a tone she had never used before: "Wake up! Try to hit my daughter again!"
Song Yiyi's voice was not loud when she spoke.
Only the two people sitting by the bed heard it.
When Song Minghui heard this familiar tone, his pupils shrank sharply.
What else did he want to ask.
Song Yiyi slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
Song Minghui opened his eyes wide and looked at Cen Yue. His fingers trembled as he pointed at himself and then at Song Yiyi.
Cen Yue avoided the question and pretended not to hear it.
In fact, he knew in his heart that those words were not said by Song Yiyi.
This slap from my father-in-law.
It's not unfair to be beaten.
It’s not that I don’t want to retaliate, it’s just that the time has not come yet!
Cen Yue was also waiting anxiously.
If nothing unexpected happens, his wife should have recovered her memory.
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