Chapter 175: Hurt, not a big problem

But maybe the other party is busy, or maybe the phone is not with him and no one answers.
Huo Yao didn't call again, only sent her a text message. It was the second class in the afternoon that Meng Ying replied to her.
[Sorry, I only saw the information now, my father had a car accident, and I have been taking care of him. 】
After reading the information, Huo Yao didn't take a long time. After class time, he walked out of the classroom and called Meng Ying again. This time, he got through quickly.
On the phone, the voice of Meng Ying's choking came first, "Hey, the doctor said that my dad was injured very badly, maybe... will become a vegetable in the future..."
Huo Yao held the phone and kept listening to Mengying's crying on the phone. After she had said almost the same, she asked, "Which hospital is your father?"
Mengying's emotions were almost on the verge of collapse at this time. Whatever Huo Yao asked, she would answer.
Huo Yao got the address of the hospital, and the bell rang when the class happened. She didn't talk too much nonsense. She just said: "Don't be too sad, uncle will be fine. I will come to see you after school. Now class is about to go. Hang up first."
After hanging up the phone, Huo Yao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned back to the classroom.
Meng Ying put her phone away, smiled bitterly and looked at her mother who was standing not far away from the ICU who had not moved her foot. She also hoped that her father would be fine, but the doctor’s words were always so ruthless, ruthless enough to crush her and her. All the hope of the mother.

After school in the afternoon, Huo Yao directly drove to the hospital.
When she found Mengying, she was like a lost soul puppet. She was sitting on a chair outside the ward with a bloodless face and red and swollen eyes. It seemed that when she saw Huo Yao appear in front of her, her gaze had a trace. focal length.
"Yao Yao, here you are."
"Yeah." Huo Yao looked at the pitiful shadow on his face, subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch her head, and then said unhurriedly: "Tell me about your father's current situation."
Meng Ying looked at Huo Yao, the other party’s clear and bright eyes seemed to have a magical power to make her feel calm, and she didn’t even think about telling her father’s condition to someone other than the doctor. It’s actually useless. She held Huo Yao with both hands. The left hand on his side, muttered and began to tell the doctor about the injury.
As Huo Yao listened, the expression on his face stretched a little bit longer than before.
This injury is not a big problem.
At this time, Meng’s mother came over and saw her daughter pulling a tall and thin girl talking, talking about her husband’s injury, suppressing her inner discomfort, and walking over and interrupted her," Xiaoying, just say a few words, don't make your classmates feel sad."
Meng's mother turned to look at Huo Yao again, and when she saw the other person's appearance, she was startled.
She remembered that her daughter often mentioned at home that she had a very good-looking giant sister who was at the same table and a schoolmaster. That admiring appearance also aroused the curiosity of her and her husband. The husband also smiled and called her daughter to People called to play at home.
Thinking of her husband, Meng's mother's throat was sour again, and she barely pulled a very polite smile on her face, "Sorry, Mengying is so sad."
After a pause, she said again: "Daddy Mengying is still in the ICU, it is not convenient to visit, but thank you for coming to the hospital to see him."
Huo Yao nodded at her expressing understanding, "Auntie, you are welcome, I believe uncle will get better."
Meng's mother's eyes were red again, fearing that she would lose her temper in front of the children, so she said: "Then you can talk to Mengying."
After speaking, she walked away again.