Marry a shrewd wife: I will listen to you, wife

"Okay." Wen Xun didn't dare to neglect, and hurried to find him.

While Wen Xun was busy looking for experts in brain surgery, Shen Haochen was learning how to take care of Yan Qingyao.

He heard that a daily massage would be useful, so he started to massage Yan Qingyao after he learned the technique from the masseur.

Every night after Yan Qingyao had the nutrition injection, he would give Yan Qingyao a massage.

And follow the doctor's order to keep talking to Yan Qingyao.

"Tell me that I just found you, and we just reunited a few days ago, why did an accident happen suddenly?" He rambled.

It's not easy for a taciturn person to babble like this, but Shen Haochen did it willingly,

He was trying to make himself a chatterbox in front of Yan Qingyao.

Because the doctor said that although she would not have any reaction, it is possible that she could hear and think.

"Do you know how crazy I was looking for you when you were frustrated? I almost searched the whole city and posted a missing person notice, but you hid it well, have you been living all the time?" Am I angry?"

"I will never let you leave my side this time, nor will I lose you again."

"Ever since the first time I saw you on the runway, I have already discovered that even after amnesia, you still remember me. This kind of memory is very mysterious, just like your eyes, your eyes. Remember me with your hands, your heart will still beat for me."

Wen Xun leaned against the door, holding fast food in his hand, which he was going to bring to Shen Haochen.

Hearing Shen Haochen's words at this time, apart from being moved, he also felt distressed.

He has been by Shen Haochen's side for a long time, and he has never seen him so wordy.

After Shen Haochen finished speaking, Wen Xun knocked on the door and handed him the meal.

"Boss, you haven't eaten much today. If you don't take care of your body, how can you take care of your wife?"

"Okay, what do the experts say?" Shen Haochen took the meal, but the time he cared most about was still this.

Wen Xun said: "Don't worry, I have already sent my wife's brain CT to many experts, and I believe I will receive a reply soon."

"That's good." Shen Haochen breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Xun contacted a number of brain surgery experts, including some international experts and professors.

He sent Yan Qingyao's brain CT to these experts, but those experts said that they could no longer use external force to act on Yan Qingyao.

In fact, the doctors in this hospital had given Yan Qingyao the best treatment, but because the injury was too serious, and the nerve-stimulating drugs could no longer be used.

When Wen Xun told Shen Haochen the news, Shen Haochen was so angry that he didn't speak for a long time.

He didn't want to get angry in this ward, he walked out of the ward, leaned against the door and lit a cigarette.

In fact, he hasn't smoked much since he was with Yan Qingyao, but this time he was really worried and didn't know what to do.

The attending doctor just came over to change the medicine, and when he saw Shen Haochen who was so depressed and decadent, besides feeling Shen Haochen's deep affection for Yan Qingyao, he also had sympathy for Yan Qingyao.

After he came out from the ward after changing the medicine, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and said to Shen Haochen: "Since western medicine can stimulate her nerves, why don't you try traditional Chinese medicine."

Shen Haochen's eyes lit up: "You mean?"

"Chinese medicine is a gentle healing method. Although I am a Western medicine doctor, I also know that some diseases are more suitable for Chinese medicine treatment. I just know an old Chinese medicine gentleman. You can ask him."

"Yes." Shen Haochen felt hopeful, and he was very grateful to the attending doctor.

The doctor quickly told them the address of the Chinese medicine doctor, and Shen Haochen didn't waste much time, and invited the Chinese medicine doctor directly.

The old Chinese doctor came over to have a look, and after hearing about it, he sighed, "How could it hurt so badly? Why didn't you be careful?"

"Doctor, is it very difficult?" Shen Haochen asked.

"It's not just a cerebral hemorrhage, the brain nerves have also lost consciousness." The old Chinese doctor said.

"Please save her, no matter what you pay, I will accept it." Shen Haochen said seriously.

"I will come to help her with acupuncture in the future. Actually, it's okay. The most important problem is that there is a piece of blood pressure under the nerve. This is why they dare not perform surgery, because the nerve is too fragile. Even the most A powerful neurosurgery expert can't say that he is [-]% sure. But my silver needle can do it." The old Chinese doctor was a little proud.

After everyone left the ward, the old Chinese doctor picked up his silver needle and began to do acupuncture for Yan Qingyao.

His acupuncture techniques are very authentic, and it took about half an hour before he retracted all the needles.

Seeing the old Chinese doctor leave the room, Shen Haochen eagerly asked about Yan Qingyao's situation.

"Don't worry, she will wake up in three days." The old Chinese doctor was not so sure, but he found that the effect after the first acupuncture was very significant.

It can be said that Yan Qingyao's will is firm.

"Thank you so much." Shen Haochen was overjoyed.

Until the third day, after the acupuncture treatment by the old Chinese doctor, Shen Haochen never left Yan Qingyao's ward.

Wen Xun originally wanted to persuade him to take a rest, but Shen Haochen was unwilling.

He thought that the first thing Yan Qingyao saw when he woke up was himself.

But after he waited for a long time, it was almost 11 o'clock in the evening, Yan Qingyao still did not move.

Shen Haochen glanced at the hospital bed in disappointment, he knew that perhaps she would not wake up today.

There is a small bed next to Yan Qingyao's hospital bed, which is Shen Haochen's foldable accompanying bed.

When Shen Haochen lay on the bed sighing, he didn't notice that Yan Qingyao's fingers moved.

And when he closed his eyes, Yan Qingyao's eyelashes moved.

When Shen Haochen woke up the next day, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom in a daze. When he came back, he saw Yan Qingyao looking at him with his eyes open.

Shen Haochen suddenly smiled in surprise, "You...wake up."

Regardless that he hadn't changed yet, he hurriedly rang the bell beside Yan Qingyao's bed.

The nurse and the attending doctor rushed to Yan Qingyao's ward, and Shen Haochen walked out of the ward consciously, leaving room for them to do the examination.

And the result of this examination was very good, the bruise on Yan Qingyao's nerves was gone, that's why she woke up.

After the doctor left, Shen Haochen walked into the ward.

He had a smile on his face, such gentleness that even Wen Xun had never seen before.

When he walked to the bedside, he found that Yan Qingyao was staring at him with tears in his eyes, and he was at a loss for a moment.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly.

Yan Qingyao was wearing a ventilator, she looked at the man in front of her, unspeakable grief struck her, and she remembered everything.