Chapter 889: : Dear Mr. V (1)

Back at Liujingyuan, Anhao was still in a state of despair. Lin Qing wanted to stay with her, but Anhao refused.
"I'm okay, you go back to the company, if there is anything I need to sign, I will go to the company to sign tomorrow, and you don't have to send it."
Hearing Anhao's words, Lin Qing looked at her in surprise: "Anhao?"
An Hao looked at her: "I may not be able to attend the meeting this afternoon. I can't gather my energy to listen. Can I move to tomorrow morning? Give me an afternoon."
"Okay." Lin Qing nodded, and saw that Anhao was sitting on the sofa without moving. In fact, in the past few months, Anhao has really been in a very good state. Women who are pregnant are easily irritable. Fortunately, I have been holding back the emotion of trying to grab Mo Bai's collar and continue to question, and have been suppressing myself, so he left the company and returned to Liujingyuan.
As a woman, Lin Qing can understand her current depression.
"Good, I will let Huang Mao come to accompany you?"
"No." Anhao slowly fell on the sofa, put a pillow under his neck, closed his eyes, and said softly: "I'm fine, just stay quiet, and I don't want to trouble you anymore."
Lin Qing was helpless. Seeing Anhao, it was because she went to the company to be busy for a while, and was emotionally excited about the email. She should have been sleepy now, and she should have a good rest.
Lin Qing went to the bedroom and took out a blanket, walked over to the sofa and put it on Anhao. He was about to bend down and then relieved her a few words, but when he saw Anhao was covered with the blanket, he just straightened up on the sofa. Curled up, and shrank his head under the blanket.
"Take a good rest, if there is really any news you want to hear..." Lin Qing's voice paused, then continued: "I will tell you the first time."
Settling still under the blanket, Lin Qingqing sighed and turned away. Before leaving, he gently closed the door. Standing outside the house in Liujingyuan, looking at the duplex villa behind him, he thought of Mo Bai handing it to him. Her look left with a look of confusion.
The room suddenly became very quiet. Anhao is really tired. Now I almost go to bed for more than twelve hours every day, but I still want to sleep during the day.
Just when she was almost falling asleep in silence, the fetal movement in her stomach suddenly opened her eyes again.
Nowadays, Internet hackers usually just use some mailbox numbers to log in or register some other things, but they almost never log in to their mailboxes, and they don't have the kind of leisure to read those emails.
Suddenly she sat up, picked up the computer on the coffee table and placed it on her lap. She curled up on the sofa and stared at the computer's gradually lit screen. When she logged in to the mailbox, she looked at the read in front of the emails. Typeface.
There are still only a few letters, no changes, please open the mail sending window.
The emails she sent to Mr. V's mailbox all the time were about what happened every day, and they were basically very positive. They always reported good news but not bad news.
She never sent him a photo.
But now, Anhao suddenly picked up the phone and faced his face, trying to find a healthy-looking angle, and then put up and compared a V shape, smiling as if he was very happy.
After taking a picture like this, I used the retouching software to make the cheeks more rosy, then uploaded it to the computer, and then sent the picture directly to Mr. V.
Five minutes later, the email just sent is still unread.
Half an hour later, unread...
Two hours later...unread...
All those little hopeful wings disappeared bit by bit.
She even suddenly felt that her actions were a bit funny. She wanted to say hello to him in this way. I don’t know if he missed her the way she missed him. She found that she and Zuo Hancheng didn’t like it. People taking pictures.
There is almost no picture of him on the phone, let alone a picture of two people.
The next morning, Anhao went to the company again. Mo Bai and Lin Qing could see that she had indeed reorganized her emotions, and they followed her to assist her in the office, step by step teaching her how to be there. The company sits down and tells her step by step the attitude and habits of Mr. Zuo when dealing with certain company items.
Anhao listened and learned very seriously, as if nothing happened yesterday.

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There was a steady dripping sound on the monitor in the intensive care unit.
Until the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, D, who had been guarding outside, quickly notified the doctor.
The doctor walked into the ward and performed a series of checks on the person on the bed. This time he was no longer shaking his head ten times as before. This time the doctor was surprised to find that Mr. Zuo’s vitality was stronger again. Many, compared to the few minutes of waking up yesterday, this time more than a full twenty-four hours of sleep is obviously effective.
Seeing a bit of joy in the doctor’s eyes, D walked in and asked about the situation. Yesterday, Mr. Zuo was asleep after reading a few emails, and he has not woken up. He could wake up several times a day almost every day, but yesterday. It's been that long sleep that makes D worry until he dare not leave the hospital.
After hearing what the doctor said, it was a good thing to learn that Mr. Zuo's long-lasting drowsiness after reading the e-mail yesterday was a good thing, and that several instruments on Mr. Zuo's body could be withdrawn directly.
This means that Mr. Zuo’s physical condition is much better than they expected to recover. Another meaning of the withdrawal of medical monitoring equipment is that Mr. Zuo has basically been out of the critical period of life...
Until the doctor walked out while explaining the follow-up precautions to other people in the ward, D walked to the bed in the sterile clothes designated in the intensive care unit, and saw that Zuo Hancheng was still awake at the moment, just Listening to the conversation between the doctor and them quietly, without saying a word or moving, D leaned over and said, "Mr. Zuo, it has been five months. We finally made such a big step. You are basically Come on! Great!"
Zuo Hancheng didn't move, but he blinked very slowly, which was a response to D.
No one knows whether Zuo Hancheng has more consciousness in the hospital bed in the past five months. Those medical instruments, those clamps, those tubes, and those needles stay on his limbs every day. The needles on his body have long been counted. Now, if these tortures are better than death, I am afraid I would rather die here long ago.
There are really few people who can persist for five months at such intensity of treatment.
However, Zuo Hancheng abruptly supported these five months.
Mr. Zuo's life has been saved, and his physical condition has stabilized in all aspects. This is the news that makes D such a big man almost teary.