Chapter 425

So, in this movie, do you still have women's clothes? Lolo silent, looking at the director's chubby back, as well as the thick hair of the back of the head, face expression complex and unpredictable.

Shen Rui's expression became more and more cheerful.

To see a big man wearing women's clothes in Lingye, I really feel inexplicable expectation.

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Domestic, imperial capital.

In the senior ward on the fourth floor of the General Hospital of the imperial metropolitan military region, the whole floor was quiet. Doctors and nurses walked through the long corridor with light steps, hardly making any sound.

The fourth floor of the inpatient department building is the most luxurious place for the decoration of the General Hospital of the Imperial military region. It is also the only place for the General Hospital of the Imperial military region to receive special people from home and abroad with deep background and high weight.

Mo lengqing lives in the last senior ward at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor.

The male nurse invited by Mohist is patiently and tirelessly wiping his body over and over again. The person on the bed breathes gently and weakly, his eyes are closed tightly, and he doesn't move, as if he died like this.

In fact, brain death, if there is no way to wake up, is not much different from real death.

As far as the current situation is concerned, the only difference is probably that the stranger still refuses to give up and insists on trying everything to wake up Mo lengqing.

"How is mo today?"

Mohist paid a high price to come here. The American doctor, who is said to be highly professional, came in with a strong New York accent of Putonghua and rubbed his hands with alcohol silicone.

The male nurse carefully helped Mo lengqing wipe his last finger, stood up, sorted out his strict and meticulous clothes, and seriously answered the American doctor: "it's the same as before, there's no reaction."

The American doctor gave a "Oh", and did not express any disappointment or surprise.

After all, it is infinitely close to the state of brain death of a vegetative person. How can it be so easy to wake up?

The American doctor went to the bedside, stood in the position occupied by the male nurse, took out a small medical appliance from his pocket, raised his hand with the sterilized gloves, and gently opened Mo lengqing's left eyelid.

The other hand held the tool and shook it over Mo lengqing's eyes. After a while, he turned off the light on the tool and stuffed it into his pocket again: "it's still the same as before. Everything is in good condition. Let's continue to take care of it."

The male nurse nodded silently and walked out of the ward without saying a word.

After a while, he led the faltering Mohist master to come in.

Mr. Mo, leaning on a crutch, was shaking step by step. Before your doctor left, he came up, took the American doctor's hand and asked anxiously, "Dr. Smith, how's lengqing? Now, can lengqing wake up? "

This is a routine question of daily examination, and Mr. Smith, a famous American doctor, has long been used to it.

He turned to the stage and patted the back of the old man's hand. As usual, he comforted him with the same old saying: "ink is in a very good condition. All the functions of the body are in the normal range. He has a great chance to wake up."