Li Qingning stares at his father who has fainted again. Suddenly, he feels dizzy and subconsciously puts out his hand on the sofa. After a long time, he struggled to recover his sight from the darkness in front of him. He looked at Feng Chi and his servants in a daze. They helped him up and walked out. Then she felt a hand falling on her shoulder with firm strength. She raised her head and looked up at Lan Qing''s worried face.


    "Lan Qing... I... I also want to go, can you let me follow, I will protect myself, I have prepared the mask, it will be OK, please let me go..." she turned over, holding Lan Qing''s hand and said.


    He sighed, then leaned over to help her stand up and said, "I''ll go with you."


    They also get on the bus. Meanwhile, Li Qingning has been quietly watching Feng Yifei being pushed into the hospital, and then carries out various examinations. With the help of Lan Qing, she goes to the corridor outside the ward to wait. She has been quiet, and there is no expression on her face.


    In the corridor of the hospital, this floor has always been extremely quiet, without noisy crowd and bustling pathogen. She sat on the sofa in the corridor, and Lan Qing stood beside her, holding her hand tightly, letting her lean on her body, and gently stroking her head from time to time, just like comforting a five-year-old girl.


    Aunt Xu was sitting on one side. She kept her head down and couldn''t see the expression on her face clearly, but the whole person was enveloped in a great sadness, as if she had expected the final result.


    Feng Chi paced back and forth in the same place, like an irregular drum. After a while, he turned and walked into the staircase of the hospital. Before long, there was a faint smell of tobacco.


    The first time the doctor came out of the emergency room, Li Qingning stood up, walked to him, pulled his white sleeve and asked eagerly, "doctor, what''s the matter? Does my dad wake up and he''ll be fine? " Her eyes were wet and anxious.


    "Well... This..." the doctor''s expression looked a little embarrassed, "it''s not sure yet, but we need to further observe."


    But she didn''t give up at all. She grabbed the doctor''s arm as if she had exhausted all her strength. Even the doctor as a man secretly pinched a sweat. "So, can you tell me what the next treatment plan is? Further observation? When will we know the definite result? "


    The doctor wants to get rid of her hand. After all, it doesn''t look good in the hall. He shakes his head and sighs a little, saying: "at present, we can only use the most conservative treatment..." Li Qingning seems to have noticed that his reaction is inappropriate and let go of his sleeve.


    The doctor quickly took back his hand and put it in the pocket of his white coat, and said, "it''s too close to the last operation time. The patient needs a certain time to recover his vitality. If he recovers well in the next day, he can consider other positive operations for treatment."


    His words were buzzing in her ears. Aunt Xu stood aside, her face as gray as death, and quietly turned to sit on the sofa.


    "Conservative treatment..." Li Qingning lowered his eyes and repeated it low, then raised his head and asked, "if conservative treatment, about... My father, about... How long can he live?"


    The doctor looked at Feng Chi who just came in from the stairwell, hesitated for a moment, and said: "it depends on Mr. Feng''s own physical condition. If he is in good condition, he may be able to win two or three months, or even longer. But if the patient''s will to survive is very poor, and the situation deteriorates faster, maybe... Maybe within a month..."


    He looked at the light in Li Qingning''s eyes and noticed her raised abdomen. He was afraid that pregnant women would be in danger if they were too emotional. So he quickly added: "but everyone''s physical condition is very surprising. The human body itself is a very wonderful structure. If the patient has a strong will to survive, there may be a miracle, So... During the period of his coma, you can talk to him appropriately. You must not give up until the last moment. Moreover, as family members, you must first adjust your mentality to affect the patients. "


    Is my father''s life now dependent on believing in miracles?


    Miracle


    Li Qingning suddenly felt a stiff back, a trace of cool air from the bottom up, covering the body, it is clear that the world is a good spring, but why, she felt more and more cold. Her eardrum is booming, and her whole blood is pounding up like the sea water in the evening.


    Her foot a soft, backward a few steps, just in Lan Qing stand up to want to hold her, Feng Chi has felt her side to hold her, looked down at her, whispered: "Qingning, the doctor said, there is hope, you calm down." Then he nodded to the doctor and whispered his thanks.


    She looked up at Feng Chi. He had a light green stubble on his chin, and his eyes were red. It looked like he had just cried: "Feng Chi, what should I do?"


    Feng Chi took a deep breath, did not answer her question, but let go of her hand and said, "I''ll go through the formalities." Then he turned and walked to the other side of the corridor.


    Standing blankly in the corridor, Li Qingning suddenly felt a huge sense of depression that made her crazy and wanted to escape.


    Her figure shakes a few times, and suddenly feels a warm landing on her body. With a little warm fingertips, she gently whisks away her hair scattered on her cheek, and also whisks away the cold all over her body, which makes the unreal sense of vanity disappear most of the time.


    "Qingning, don''t be afraid. We must have confidence in dad. The doctor said that miracles exist." Lan Qing didn''t know when he was standing beside her. He hung his eyes and carefully covered his coat for her. His voice was firm and warm, just like a straw in her dark and chaotic world.


    Hear Lan Qing call the man lying on the bed "Dad", a touch of tenderness and moved in her heart. Li Qingning raised his head, looked at his firm side face and his eyes full of pity. The mist in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he had a sense of sureness in his heart.


    "Lan Qing, you know, I don''t think I''ve ever been favored by fate. Everything I care for carefully and try my best to cherish will be taken away mercilessly... I have nothing..." her expression suddenly looked full of frustration. She dropped her eyes, her soft and slender eyelashes trembled gently, and her eyes were filled with water vapor.