The first top lady

In the intensive care unit, the instruments were beeping and the atmosphere was heavy and depressing.

Wei Tingchou lay quietly on the hospital bed, his body full of various tubes. His face was as pale as paper and bloodless. His hands and head were wrapped in thick gauze, and the exposed skin was covered with scars.

Shen Manti was covered tightly by a sterile suit, revealing only a pair of red and swollen eyes filled with tears. Her trembling hand slowly reached out to Wei Tingchou, then froze in mid-air. The uncontrollable grief made it difficult for her to control herself, and she felt as if the arm was not her own.

She seemed to have used up all her strength to get closer to Wei Tingchou, but when her fingers finally touched Wei Tingchou's cheek, her defenses collapsed instantly.

Five years of strength and disguise collapsed at this moment, and tears poured down like a dam bursting, dripping onto Wei Tingchou's face.

"You said you would come pick me up, why are you...lying here?"

She choked and burst into tears.

The grievances, pain, confusion, and helplessness that had been suppressed in my heart for five years finally surged up at this moment, as if to vent all the emotions of the past five years at once.

When she calmed down a little, she looked at Wei Tingchou again, her eyes full of tenderness. She looked at him carefully, as if she wanted to engrave him in her heart.

"You, don't seem like yourself anymore." She said softly, her voice trembling slightly.

She gently stroked Wei Tingchou's face, feeling his warmth and touch. The person in her memory gradually emerged, and the impression in her mind became clearer and clearer, but a little different.

When had that once lively, boisterous, and hot-tempered person ever been so quiet?

doctor's office.

Zhang Zuoqing sighed and said, "The situation is indeed not optimistic, but if he can still lie there with so many fatal injuries, I feel very optimistic."

It was obvious that every wound could be fatal, but Wei Tingchou still managed to hold on for so long.

It's incredible.

Song Yixuan sat calmly opposite him. She certainly would not tell Zhang Zuoqing that this was because Wei Tingchou had been treated by a "god".

"Ms. Song, you are the first one to come into contact with the patient. I have a few questions I would like to ask you."

"I don't know anything about medicine, so I won't ask for advice," said Song Yixuan.

"Okay, then please help me answer this question."

"Just ask."

"There are wounds on the palms of his hands and feet. Judging from the location, shape and depth of the wounds, the tendons in his hands and feet should have been severed. However, I checked carefully and found that apart from the surface wounds, the tendons and bones were intact."

"That means you made a wrong judgment."

"No! I later did another test and found that although the tendons in my hands and feet looked fine, I couldn't use any force at all. This means that there is actually damage."

"Oh." Song Yixuan didn't care.

"I have discussed this with several other attending doctors, and they all think it's a bit strange. We have also read the case records sent by Guangting Military Region Hospital, and they have never performed such an operation. But it is impossible for the tendons to connect on their own in such a short period of time."

Song Yixuan didn't say anything. She just felt that the energy repair function performed by Fen Sa and Shen Yang was indeed magical.

Having seen so many miraculous things, she was no longer curious about the principles behind them. She couldn't do it anyway.

"Also, multiple organs in his body were ruptured. The cracks were clearly there, but he looked intact. Not a drop of digestive fluid or blood leaked out. As soon as we touched them, they all... Alas!"

They were completely caught off guard at the time and wished they had three heads and six arms, fearing that Wei Tingchou would not be able to get off the operating table if the treatment was not timely.

That operation was truly unheard of and rare in the world!

"The body has a protective mechanism." Song Yixuan said lightly.

"This...this..." Zhang Zuoqing didn't even know how to refute. He could only think that Wei Tingchou's body's self-protection mechanism was too strong.

But this reason could not convince him, he could not deceive himself.

"And the gunshot wound..."

"It didn't hit the vital point!" Song Yixuan interrupted.

"...No, but with so many gunshot wounds, he would lose too much blood..." Zhang Zuoqing suddenly thought of something and said hurriedly, "No! Gunshot wounds, where are the bullets?"

He paced anxiously in the office, racking his brains to recall, "The hospital in Guangting has never taken out the bullet, and we haven't found it either. If it was determined to be a gunshot wound, why is there no bullet? Where did the bullet go? Miss Song..."

"This kind of thing should be investigated by the police." Song Yixuan said coldly.

Zhang Zuoqing: “…”

Well, not a single useful piece of information was obtained.

Song Yixuan spoke again and asked, "When will he wake up?"

Zhang Zuoqing shook his head helplessly, "Although this... this powerful protection mechanism did save his life, we cannot guarantee whether he can wake up."

Dangdang——

There were two knocks on the door from outside, and someone pushed it open.

"Director Zhang."

"Director Hou."

Song Yixuan looked up and saw a bald male doctor.

Zhang Zuoqing introduced: "Ms. Song, this is Dr. Hou Guanghou, who is also a member of the attending team."

Song Yizhen extended his hand without any arrogance or servility and said, "Hello."

These are all leading figures in the medical field, so there is nothing wrong with being polite.

"Miss Song," Hou Guang put down his hand and explained patiently, "I think Dr. Zhang has already told you the details. We still want you to be mentally prepared. The patient, even if he is well, is still a vegetable."

Song Yixuan leaned back in his chair with his arms folded, lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

vegetable?

Master, what should I do?

How should I tell my master's wife?

After a long time, she walked out of the office, returned to the chair in the corridor for rest, and continued to lean back and think.

The vibration of her cell phone brought her back to her senses. She took a look and saw that it was Guan Qian calling.

"Have you arrived in the Imperial Capital?"

"arrive."

Guan Qian heard that Song Yixuan was a little unhappy, so he guessed that she must be worried about Wei Tingchou's condition.

So, he said gently, "Your apprentice is at Qiongtianyu." He glanced at Fen Sa who was sitting on the sofa eating potato chips, then moved his gaze to the back of Shen Yang who was standing in front of the window admiring the moon, and continued, "Mr. Shen Yang is here too."

"Is he okay?" Song Yixuan's voice was cold, but his words showed concern for his disciple.

"Well, he's fine!" Guan Qian really wanted to complain to Song Yixuan about her apprentice's appetite. He really wanted to eat him up, but now was not the right time.

"Ask him if he's had enough fun."

After all, Fen Sa was injured while rescuing Wei Tingchou, and there are other things in the Forbidden City that attract him. Healing his wounds and having fun together will probably make him want more. Song Yizhen couldn't rush him.

But since you've been to Qiongtian Yuzhe, you should have had enough fun.

"We will be able to reach the capital tomorrow morning," said Guan Qian.

He had already talked to Shen Yang about it. As for Fen Sa, he had someone buy a box of potato chips so that he could tempt her on the way.

Song Yixuan asked him, "Have you dealt with the matter in the Forbidden City?"

"The missiles are very effective and things are easy to handle."

The troublemakers in the five major gangs are now more easy to talk to than the others.

"Oh."

"Don't think too much. Let's discuss everything after we get back." Guan Qian understood Song Yixuan. She was always worried and prone to overthinking, which made her get stuck in a dead end. Now that he was not around, he could only give her detailed instructions. I hope she would listen.

"I have already informed Sheng Kai. I will ask him to take you home tonight. Have a good sleep. You don't have to take care of anything, okay?"

The more Song Yixuan listened, the more she felt something was wrong. Was he starting to lecture her? She raised her eyebrows and said, "Hang up!"

Guan Qian was helpless, his tone was drawn out, and he sighed: "Okay!"

He still felt that no amount of words would be as useful as companionship.

Song Yixuan never responds to consolation or preaching.