Xu Fuhai didn’t have ti to think about Shen Peijun’s situation and imdiately stepped forward to ask, "Doctor, how is Xiao Shuang?"
The doctor said, "The surgery was complicated but there were no life-threatening issues, the patient is not in danger of dying."
Xu Fuhai’s heart was filled with joy, incredibly grateful that he had donated the money.
Before Xu Fuhai could say thank you, the doctor added, "Although there’s no threat to life, the patient’s consciousness is unclear, and it’s very likely they’ll beco vegetative, so the family should be ntally prepared."
The smile on Xu Fuhai’s face froze, and he stepped back a few paces in shock.
Veg... Vegetative?
Just because of those tens of millions, Shen Shuang has beco vegetative?
"Why is it like this? Why is it like this?" Xu Fuhai muttered to himself.
A voice urged the family to go to the office for detailed discussions.
Xu Haohao supported Xu Fuhai and turned to Su Li and Feng Huaijin, saying: "Mr. Qi,
Xiao Li, I’ll accompany my dad to the office. You guys head back first, I won’t see you off."
Upon hearing this, Feng Huaijin started walking, and Su Li had no choice but to follow.
Su Li also felt a sigh in her heart, she never expected Shen Shuang would beco vegetative...
Money is a good thing, but you need to be alive to spend it.
Su Li thought... if Shen Shuang had known this would happen, she probably wouldn’t have dared to take that prize even if she had ten tis the courage.
Feng Huaijin took long strides forward, both hands in the pockets of his black coat, his tall silhouette, and the open coat fluttering in the wind.
It was snowing in Jiang City again today, tiny snowflakes stirred by the cold wind spinning and falling down. He walked into the snow, the flakes clung to his coat but soon slid off, forming small wet spots.
Nice.
Just like a realistic painting.
Feng Huaijin stopped and looked back at her, raising an eyebrow and questioning her, "Want to keep slling disinfectant in the hospital?"
Su Li snapped back to reality and ran towards him through the cold.
"I’m a bit cold," Su Li said proactively, her eyes sparkling.
Feng Huaijin raised an eyebrow, looked over Su Li’s outfit, and imdiately coldly chuckled, lightly mocking, "Deserved."
She wore a goose-yellow mid-length down jacket, with the fur on the hood behind her floating lightly, and the down jacket was open revealing a white cashre sweater inside.
Heh, these won are freezing but insist on keeping their style over warmth.
Feng Huaijin looked down at Su Li’s legs in her long boots, and couldn’t help but ntally ask a question.
What?
Exposing legs in winter?
Is she planning to get rheumatic arthritis when she’s older?
Feng Huaijin walked forward, unapologetically pulled her down jacket’s zipper up, zipping it to the very top, which also covered half of her face, making it warr.
Su Li: "..."
She... she didn’t an that. Is that his only reaction?
Su Li was speechless as she and Feng Huaijin stared at each other.
A ten-year-old or so boy in a hospital gown, sitting in a wheelchair nearby, tilted his head and looked at them, speaking disdainfully: "Big brother, are you dumb? The big sister ans for you to hug her! That’s how she won’t be cold."
Feng Huaijin was shocked, was... was that what she ant?
The little boy looked at his own leg in a cast, sighed, and said: "Alas, if I hadn’t broken my leg and couldn’t walk temporarily, big sister, you wouldn’t have to pitifully face an unromantic wooden post. Alas, how sad, how lantable!"
Feng Huaijin: "..."
? Was he just disdained by a child?
A wooden post?
Whose child is this?
Feng Huaijin suddenly recalled the mischievous child he saw once, couldn’t help but want to grind his teeth and coldly laugh; if that little kid Future turns out the sa way, he’d definitely make him cry.
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