I can do this man [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 13

In the afternoon, in the Children's Intensive Care Unit.

Jiang Mengjia hasn't stopped crying since last night.

Zhou Liangjun also experienced a lot of vicissitudes because of this night, his face full of stubble had long covered his usual calm demeanor.

Zhou Yi on the hospital bed was not much better, his whole body was covered with tubes, his face became paler and thinner, as if he was so fragile that he was about to disappear into the air in the next moment.

The doctor came over and gave Zhou Yi a few more injections, probably because the medicine was too strong, and when it was injected along the blood vessel, Zhou Yi on the hospital bed frowned imperceptibly.

Both Zhou Liangjun and his wife were staring at their son's little hands covered in bruises and needles, so no one noticed this.

A dazzling light suddenly appeared in Zhou Yi's consciousness that had not seen the light for a long time, and he heard two milky voices calling "Brother."

Zhou Yi was walking in a pure white space, looking around, it was all bright white with no end in sight, he wondered: "Who? Who's there."

A female voice like a silver bell floated into his ears: "Brother, don't go, Mom and Dad are still waiting for you."

Zhou Yi was silent for a while, and there was a trace of reluctance mixed with pain in his unfocused eyes, he whispered: "But I can't wake up, it hurts too much, my whole body hurts, I'm almost out of strength, I... ..I really can't wake up."

Another immature male voice said: "Brother, mom and dad are also in pain. They have been crying for a long time and never thought of giving up on you. Don't give up on them too, okay?"

Zhou Yi wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say it.

Mom and Dad are waiting for me.

Mom and Dad hurt too.

They never all gave up on me.

I can't give them up either...

"Brother, go back, go back to your parents."

"Let's go back."

"Let's go back."

"Let's go back."

The two voices kept hovering in his mind like the echo of the valley, Zhou Yi shook his head, trying to get rid of all these voices.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that his shoulders were being held down, and there was an anxious and choked sound wrapped in countless distressed voices in his ears: "Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi, are you awake? Can you hear mom talking?" ?You...you open your eyes and look...to see mom, okay?"

Jiang Mengjia's sobbing voice was no longer enough for her to utter a complete sentence.

But when these words were heard in Zhou Yi's ears, they were resounding, and every word pierced his heart.

I can't give up my parents....

They cannot be given up.

Can not give up.

Zhou Yi desperately wanted to open his eyes, but the heavy eyelids were like tens of thousands of catties of cotton, making him unable to open them.

He wanted to tell his mother not to worry, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't make any sound. He roared silently, and two lines of hot tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

He could feel his mother's gentle and delicate palm trembling across his cheek, and he could also hear his mother's crying.

But no matter how he struggled.

He just can't wake up.

Not only that, but he could feel his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

Mother's cries became more and more distant.

Far too far to hear, far too far to hear.

I'm sorry mom, I tried my best.

This was Zhou Yi's last thought before losing consciousness again.

When Su Xianyu came to the ward, he saw Uncle Zhou comforting Aunt Zhou while secretly wiping away his tears.

Su Xianyu looked at the time, it was 4:17 pm.

The original book only said that I woke up in the afternoon, and it didn't say what time I woke up.

Su Xianyu was not in a hurry, anyway, he knew that Zhou Yi would definitely wake up today.

After comforting Aunt Zhou and Uncle Zhou, Su Xianyu sat beside Zhou Yi's bed, looking at him quietly and obediently.

The corners of Zhou Yi's eyes were red, and his slender and curly eyelashes were obviously wet.

Su Xianyu pricked up his ears to listen to the movement of the parents, knowing that Zhou Yi had made a fuss just now, even cried, and then fell asleep again.

OK?Do you want to wake up?

After waiting for an hour, Zhou Yi still didn't wake up.

Su Zhengqi was about to take Su Xianyu home, but Su Xianyu began to play tricks and refused to leave, saying that he had to wait for Zhou Yi to wake up.

Su Zhengqi patiently reasoned with him, and Su Xianyu performed seriously, his eyes turned red after a while.

Su Zhengqi's heart softened the most. Seeing his son obediently wearing a mask and not running around, he obediently stood by Zhou Yi's side. Coupled with his son's aggrieved eyes, Su Zhengqi really couldn't bear to force him to take him. He left, so he could only call his wife to report, willing to be scolded by his wife.

After waiting for another hour, Zhou Yi still didn't wake up.

Su Zhengqi didn't care how his son acted like a baby this time, and just carried him home.

Su Xianyu was depressed all the way home, what's going on?Didn't you promise to wake up in the afternoon?

Why doesn't this little hero follow the plot!

It's not really going to... hang up! ?

In the ward.

The little hero who was about to hang up slowly opened his eyes.

The dark eyes rolled twice, it was pitch black outside the window, there was no light in the room, only a gleam of light came in from the corridor.

Zhou Yi turned his head to glance at his sleeping mother lying beside his bed.

Mom held his hand tightly, as if she was afraid that he would go away.

He couldn't see his mother's face clearly, but he could feel her mother's distress and reluctance.

Zhou Yi moved his hands and called softly: "Mom."

Zhou Yi couldn't hear the soft voice, but Jiang Mengjia woke up suddenly. Before she could see her son's face clearly, her vision was blurred by tears. She said uncertainly, "Xiao Yi?"

Zhou Yi: "Well, Mom, I'm here."

Jiang Mengjia finally found a breakthrough in the emotions accumulated in his heart these days. He wanted to hug his son tightly, but he was afraid of hurting him, so he had to wake up Zhou Liangjun who was sleeping on the small sofa beside him.

Zhou Liangjun's mind was a little dull when he just woke up. When he walked to the side of the hospital bed and saw Zhou Yi's bright and clear eyes, he burst into tears after holding back tears for several days.

He didn't dare to touch Zhou Yi, so he just stroked his hair lightly, and murmured: "It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up, Xiao Yi, you can talk to your mother, and my father will call you doctor."

Zhou Yi nodded weakly.

Zhou Liangjun called the doctor on duty, and the doctor gave Zhou Yi a simple consciousness check, and Zhou Yi cooperated very well.

Zhou Yi's high fever also showed signs of subsidence, and his heart rate gradually returned to normal. After the doctor saw that Zhou Yi's body began to improve, he stopped this batch of medicine and changed him to another medicine that was milder, and ordered Parents can let him eat some simple liquid food.

Zhou Liangjun was overjoyed after hearing this, and hurried out to buy some light porridge and side dishes for Zhou Yi and came back.

Zhou Yi's left hand is still hung with a needle, and his right hand can't use much strength. In desperation, he can only be fed by his parents.

Under the bright incandescent lamp, the parents who had not seen each other for a few days were much older, and both of them were filled with tears of unbearable tears in their red eyes.

Zhou Yi felt a pain in his heart, and then he thought of the two children who called him "brother" in his dream. He thought that if his parents had another child, it would be great, and if he was gone by then, someone could take his place. He is by their side.

Although they may still be sad when the time comes, at least it won't make them feel that their world suddenly collapsed.

Zhou Yi swallowed a mouthful of white porridge, and said carefully, "Mom and Dad, I had a dream when I fell asleep."

Jiang Mengjia's eyes were dim with tears, but she smiled and asked, "What dream did you have?"

Zhou Yi: "I dreamed that I had younger brothers and sisters. I had so much fun playing with them."

Jiang Mengjia stopped stirring the porridge, the tears in her eyes rushed out, her throat seemed to be blocked by a big rock, which made her unable to say a word, she turned her head and bit herself tightly lower lip.

Zhou Liangjun's heart hurt like a knife, but he was more patient than Jiang Mengjia. He took the porridge from Jiang Mengjia's hand and began to feed Zhou Yi, "Xiaoyi dreamed about Ah Yu, you usually play with Ah Yu?" Isn't it very happy."

Zhou Yi also knows that every word he says now is a sharp knife in the heart of his parents, but he is really afraid that he will not be able to wake up next time, so he still insists: "It's not Ayu, it's Brother and sister, Dad, I want a brother and sister to play with me."

Zhou Liangjun's throat tightened, and he said hoarsely: "Did Xiaoyi sleep stupidly? Isn't Ayu your younger brother? You don't know how much he worried about you these two days. He came to the hospital to see you every day. Yesterday he kept I stayed with you until midnight, and I got a fever from you, and I came to see you again today wearing a small mask, if he knows that you don't like him, and is anxious to ask for another younger brother, how sad he will be."

Zhou Yi immediately frowned: "Father, I don't dislike Ah Yu, so don't talk nonsense to him."

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