Vol 2 Chapter 92: Long Jingyu

Special Nursing Ward of Mihua General Hospital
This is a room that is much more luxurious than a ‘name’ like a hospital, about twice the size of an ordinary ward. In addition to a variety of expensive and complicated machines, there are two extremely comfortable beds and two sofa seats directly opposite the end of the bed.
Maori Kogoro turned his back to the window and sat on the left side of his wife's bed on a round chair without a chair. He leaned forward slightly and wrapped his wife's left hand up and down with his hands, as if he was taking care of a treasure.
Ashamed to say, when he woke up in another bed, his wife had moved here from the intensive care unit. The attending physician who was originally responsible for the treatment of his wife explained to him some precautions and left. Sure enough, he did not mention the cost.
I'm afraid that number is amazing!
In fact, needless to say, as an adult, he can know this. Just because she is on call, when there is no one in the room, the nurse who will stay to take care of his wife is said to still have three people, who will rotate 24 hours a day, which is not affordable for ordinary people.
‘I really want to thank the gentleman for his kindness. 'He thought to himself.
Probably to take care of his face? He put forward a request for the boy to live as a reimbursement for medical expenses. Maori Kogoro had to admit in his heart that although the other party had a strange personality, he was really a kind person. In order to get the best treatment and care for his wife, he accepted it only with a cheek.
Click, the entrance on the left front, the white door was opened with a slight gap. Kogoro looked at it and saw that it was in a position lower than the door lock. Upon going up and down, there were two cute little faces with worried expressions.
The slightly shorter one is his daughter Maori Lan. She was not small, but she shrunk her body and dared not look into the direction of the bed. Behind her is the garden on her toes. She has seen Xiaolan's mother many times.
"It doesn't seem to matter, Lan sauce." Yuan Zi gently touched Xiao Lan and said very quietly. She didn't understand too much, but at least she saw a smile from Maori Kogoro, and it should be okay.
Xiaolan finally raised her head and saw her mother's face on the bed, which was indeed much better than when she left. She opened the door a little wider, and walked in while calling ‘Daddy’.
Behind her, in addition to the garden, there are two other girls, Ming Mei and Ayako, who hold a bouquet of flowers for medical treatment in one hand and a fruit basket in the other. Unlike the garden, when they entered the room, they whispered ‘Disturb’. This does not need to be answered, just polite.
It was about five o'clock in the afternoon. The friend returned home and picked Yuanzi and Xiaolan. Halfway through, he turned into Didan Middle School and picked up Ming Mei and Ayako. After all, there is a mile relationship, and the two can actually be regarded as relatives.
Xiaolan and Yuanzi came to the right of the hospital bed, and Maori Kogoro explained to Xiaolan her mother's situation. Of course, he did not say that it would take 11 years to heal all of them, only that he would get better soon, which was enough to make Xiaolan cry out happily.
auzw.com Two older girls put fruit baskets and flowers on the small cabinet between the two beds. After listening to Maori Kogoro, they took the vase to change to fresh water. As soon as I walked out of the door, I saw the three people walking towards me, Miles, friends, and two women.
Looking at each other, you can see the doubts in each other's eyes.
"Now, Ayako, did you have a younger brother?" Ming Mei whispered in her ear.
Compared to the pure appearance she actually saw, she still has a naughty side. Jingyu didn't expect it to be like this at the beginning. She wondered whether it was the influence of Kris's sister's head that caused her to leave. Before the departure of Kris, Mingmei was also 8 years old.
"I haven't heard of it. It should be." Ayako wanted to deny it, but the cute little face was too similar to his father. She couldn't help but look at her mother, a pair of pupils that seldom opened, full of inquiry.
The friend naturally understood his daughter and shook his head. After walking in front of them, the boy and concubine walked over from their side, and their friends stopped temporarily. After the two entered the room, "the child" hesitated when she introduced, "called Long Jingyu."
‘The same name as my father? ‘‘The same name as your uncle? ’
The two girls looked at each other strangely again, turning around to look at his back, thinking about an unlikely situation coincidentally. They looked back at the face of their friends again, only to see a little cry and laugh.
"I also know that you are skeptical and ask, but I can't give you any answer. The truth is to find out for yourself." She said, after approaching them, she touched their cheeks as a mother and smiled softly and encouragingly, "You Has grown up, hasn't it?"
"Well." There are differences in personality. At least, the two girls are very obedient and empathetic. They nodded.
That night, they learned that Jingyu would be away from home for a long time, and they finally realized what had happened and took action. Quickly contacted the intimate Miyamoto Yumi, Sato Miwako, Judy trained in the United States, and the first mobile phone meeting of Kris in Hollywood that should be held.
Ayako and Amy tell the other four girls about the boy they saw today. They unanimously judged that the child was the real Jingyu. However, according to the requirements he gave, he needed to find enough evidence for him to admit.
Not only that, but why did he get smaller, how can he help him recover? This is all a question.
After pondering for some time, at the initiative of Judy, the girls formed a group of "sisters looking for the truth". There is no way to call the three strong girls in this group, there is a quasi-fbi, a future police, and finally One's default.
Of course, Kris agreed in the spirit of ‘blessing herself and not suffering sisters’. Growing up together, she still knew the thoughts of other girls in the frequent chats. Therefore, I am very happy to give them a little help in secret.
Cough, this is something to say. ..