Chapter 224: incontinence

[Dao Zang America] General Chapter Serial Post [Forbidden Water] m
[Sign-in is a manifestation of honor and strength, I hope everyone does not forget to click the sign-in in the upper right corner while watching the update]
　　
　　 The lights of the ambulance flickered at night. The car made a harsh sirens and ran across the streets of Temecula. Frist. The car made a harsh sirens and ran across the streets of Temecula. Mr. Frist Hurt was rushed to the hospital, and after some emergency measures, he was immediately transferred to a public hospital in Los Angeles.
　　
　　 Caroline trot all the way with the stretcher, holding Frist's hand, and being blocked by the medical staff, she was locked outside the door of the operating room.
　　
"Dad!" Caroline couldn't help but squatted at the door of the operating room and sobbed. The bodyguards who came with Mr. Frist Hurt were also at a loss. They didn't know how to comfort Miss Hurt. I had to stay on the sidelines and watch around to ensure that she would not be disturbed.
　　
　　 Caroline cried for a while, a little tired, she walked slowly to the corridor seat next to the operating room and sat down. She blames herself very much. If she doesn't contradict her father, she won't cause the way she is now.
　　
　　 The light for the operation was always on. Someone called. Caroline looked at it. It was Mark Barna. Caroline hesitated for a while, but still connected.
　　
"Carolyn, it's me. I know that Uncle Hurt has an accident, how about it? Are you very sad now?" Barna's voice seemed unpleasant, and he couldn't even hear him expressing regret, "Our business How are you thinking about it? I think you should let that doctor go to hell."
　　
　　 "Enough, Barna, I don't want to listen to this, goodbye!" Caroline wanted to hang up.
　　
　　 "Wait, my father wants to talk to you!"
　　
　　 Caroline suddenly stopped her finger that hung up the phone, so she kept putting it to her ear.
　　
"Carolyn, it's me, and I'm your Uncle Barna." A gentle man's voice came over there. "It's a pity, if you need any help with your father, just call me. You know my phone number. By the way, don't be too sad, your father will be fine."
　　
　　 "Thank you, Uncle Barna!" Caroline couldn't help crying.
　　
　　 "Okay, don't cry. After the operation, I will come with Mark to see you and your father. You should be strong, beautiful girl!"
　　
　　 "I know, I know!" Caroline nodded, she desperately tried to hold back her tears, but the tears flowed down unsuspectingly.
　　
　　 "Okay, I'm hanging up, I will come to see you later, goodbye!"
　　
　　 "Goodbye, Uncle Barna!"
　　
　　 Caroline hung up the phone, but didn't want to cry anymore. I always felt that if someone said something, it would let the emotions in my heart get, and the emotions that had been holding back all night finally gradually calmed down at this time.
　　
The bodyguards took turns to rest. Caroline took a tired nap at dawn, and then continued to hold on. At 9:25 in the morning, the door of the operating room opened and she walked out first. Is the attending doctor.
　　
　　 "Doctor, what's wrong with my father?" Caroline walked over impatiently.
　　
　　 "I'm sorry, we did our best!" The attending doctor removed the hood and shook his head. "The patient is still in a coma and needs to be observed in the intensive care unit!"
　　
"God, what should I do?" Caroline covered her mouth and looked at her father who was pushed out in the operating room. Tears burst into tears. Obviously this time, Frist Hurt was in a very serious condition. Seriously, beyond the past.
　　
　　 "Dad!" Caroline watched Frist Hurt being pushed into the intensive care unit through the glass, and said to the doctor, "Can I go in with him?"
　　
　　 "Of course you can, but... don't take too long. He has just undergone an operation, and unexpected things may happen at any time!" The doctor looked at Caroline and nodded.
　　
　　 Caroline went in, Frist Hurt's body was full of pipes, and the instrument made a monotonous "drip" sound beside it.
　　
　　 Caroline took Frist's hand and kissed her lips several times. She didn't know what to do.
　　
　　 A middle-aged man walked over here quickly, followed by Mark Barna at the party. Behind them were four bodyguards in black suits and headsets.
　　
　　 "I'm the state legislator Emile Barna, I need to know the condition of Mr. Frist Hurt in the hospital!" The middle-aged man walked straight into the dean's office and sat directly opposite the dean, frowning.
　　
　　 "The situation is very bad!" The dean is an old man in his sixties, very short, fat, and bald. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he was secretly scolding these state legislators.
　　
　　 "What does this mean? The situation is very bad!"
　　
"That's it. Senator Hutt is suffering from heart disease. Although he is not born with a congenital surname, it stems from the fact that he was shocked once three years ago. It was because of that time that his heart was damaged. It’s probably not a month since the onset of the more serious heart disease!"
　　
　　 "One month?" Emile Barna took a breath.
　　
　　 "Yes, one month, this is still a relatively optimistic estimate!"
　　
　　 "Who else knows the news? Or has anyone asked about Senator Hutt's condition?"
　　
　　 "No, except for his daughter Miss Hurt accident." The dean shook his head, "But...the situation of Senator Hurt now, I believe, as long as you have met him, you will know that it won't be great."
　　
　　 "God bless him!" Emile Bana drew a cross on his chest, "That's it." He said, leaving the dean's office without looking back.
　　
　　 "Dad, now is your chance!" Mark Barna followed behind Emile Barna, and said with some excitement, "This time we can take down the development project we are cooperating with."
　　
　　 "You still can't keep your breath!" Emil Barna took a look at Mark, shook his head, and walked straight to the intensive care unit.
　　
　　 Through the glass, you can see Caroline sitting next to the hospital bed. Emile Barner took a breath and slowly opened the door and walked in, behind Caroline.
　　
　　 Caroline heard the sound, turned around, and saw Emile Barna, her eyes were a little red. Apparently she had cried again just now: "Uncle Barna!"
　　
"Yes, it's me. This is really a heartbreaking thing." Emile Barna nodded to her. "Your father and I have experienced a lot of things, but never before has it been so bad. , You have to hold on, Caroline!"
　　
　　 "I know, thank you!"
　　
"Okay, let me look at my old friend. You stay here at ease. I told the dean you must do your best. I believe that Frist will survive this time. His life is so hard. I still remember the last time his car rushed down from the mountain, and only suffered minor injuries."
　　
　　 Caroline nodded.
　　
　　 "Okay, I'll go now, call me if I have something to do, I will definitely help you!" Emile Barna patted Caroline on the shoulder, turned and walked to the ward.
　　
　　 Mark Barner wanted to say something, but he didn't say it in the end. He followed Emil and walked out. Once he got out of the hospital, Mark couldn't help it.
　　
"Dad, why didn't we talk to the stall?" Mark Barner was a little angrily, "Now her father is dying, we can take down the business alone, and we will have a showdown with her directly, I I don’t believe that this little boy can oppose it! She doesn’t understand anything!"
　　
　　 "Shut up!" Emile Barna turned his head, frowned and glared at him, "You are too impatient."
　　
"Yes, yes, you always say that to me!" Mark Barna said, sprinting forward. "I have a date. Let's go first. Dad, if it were me, it would have been done. Up."
　　
　　 "Mark"" Emil Barnay yelled, "Don't mess with your friends, it will not do you any good, listen to my advice! "
　　
"I know, but my friends are my friends. They are not yours! I know how to deal with it." Mark Barner replied, walking two steps tightly, and heading towards a sports car parked on the side of the road, suddenly He stopped where he was, quickly arched his waist, and then squatted down.
　　
　　 A car was speeding past him and almost hit him. The driver stretched his head and raised his towards him: "You bastard, this is the middle of the road, not your bathroom, it, grass!" Then he kicked the accelerator and left in a slip of smoke. The cars behind hurried around.
　　
　　 "What's the matter with you?" Emile Barna quickly trot towards Mark and looked at him.
　　
　　 "I...my...were my pants!" Mark Barna looked at Emile Barna with a wretched look.
　　
　　 "What?" Emile Bana looked under him, and it turned out that Mark's trousers showed signs of wetness, and a large pool of urine had already accumulated on the ground, emitting a pungent urine smell.
　　
　　 "Oh, it!" Emile Barna couldn't help cursing, "You can't even control this?"
　　
"No, no, it's like it happened suddenly. Before that, I didn't want to pee at all. I didn't want to pee at all." Mark quickly defended, "But...who knows~EbookFREE.me~ this damn, suddenly It came out, and I couldn't hold it anymore. God, I have to go in the car."
　　
　　 Mark said that he ran towards his car, got in, took off his pants, and was still outside the car. Mark couldn't understand why he suddenly became incontinent, his stomach swelled like he had drank a dozen bottles of beer.
　　
　　 "Now... can you drive home by yourself?" Amir Bana said to his son.
　　
　　 "Yes, I will, right away!" Mark Barner didn't care to say anything to his father, and drove quickly toward the house. He just wanted to go home quickly, then take a shower and put on clean pants.
　　
　　 "Grass, this damn..." Mark rushed into his room, washed it, found his pants and clothes, and prepared to change it. He wanted to curse, but he didn't know who to curse.
　　
　　 Putting on clean pants and trousers, the comfortable feeling returned to him, and he couldn't help but cursed: "Damn, I'm still fine. Nothing great, I'm still like this."
　　
As soon as his words fell, he understood that he felt a bulge in his stomach, and then his bladder was about to burst. He understood that he had to run to the bathroom when he jumped up, but when he just stood up, it was like a high-pressure tap. The urine jetted out quickly, wet the pants I just put on, dripping on the floor (to be continued. This article is provided by 闪神屠版组@飘香波域. If you like this work, welcome You come to (m) to vote for recommended votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.