Chapter 522: Vegetative state
Chapter 522 Vegetative State
Old Mrs. Song is making dumplings.
Two-year-old Tang Yuan is helping the old lady make dumplings with a smile.
Since the last time he helped his mother make wontons, he has definitely developed new skills in housework.
However, the result of activating this skill is that the face is covered in flour, just like a tabby cat.
The phone rings.
Mrs. Song smiled and wiped the flour off the tip of her nose for the glutinous rice balls, and shouted to the old man.
“The old man hurriedly went to answer the phone and didn’t see the two of us busy.”
Mr. Song looked up from the newspaper helplessly.
“Needless to say, it must be the boss calling at this time. He will get on the plane and leave tomorrow. Why don’t you call me today to say goodbye?”
“You just happened to tell the boss to come over for dinner and make dumplings today.”
The old lady also thought that once her son leaves, she will not be able to see anyone for at least three years.
Mr. Song picked up the phone. After a while, the phone fell onto the glass coffee table, making a loud noise.
Mrs. Song looked up and saw the old man with a defeated face and a serious expression.
My heart tightened.
The old man has not had this expression for many years. The last time this expression occurred was when his daughter-in-law passed away.
“What’s wrong with the old man?”
The old man's lips trembled, "Hurry, hurry, something happened to the boss."
The old lady was startled.
"Boss, what could happen? Isn't he at school? He should go abroad tomorrow."
My heart suddenly jumped in panic.
The old couple panicked and asked the driver to take them to the hospital.
Tang Yuan held the dumpling wrapper in his hand at a loss, and the aunt beside him sighed.
The Song family is really in troubled times.
Something always happens!
“Tangyuan, let’s make dumplings!”
Tangyuan smiled and raised the dumpling wrapper in his hand, which had already turned into a ball.
The outside of the operating room was crowded with people. President Zhang and Vice President Jia of the hospital, including several school directors, were all in the corridor outside the ward door.
Of course there are several police officers who are taking notes with them.
When Mr. Song and Mrs. Song arrived, everyone saw the two old people rushing to greet them.
“What happened to Qingyun?”
The old lady tried to calm down, but her fingers were still shaking slightly.
Mr. Song supported the old woman.
I am afraid that the old lady will faint suddenly.
Dean Zhang said the matter apologetically.
Someone passed by Song Qingyun's office after get off work and found that his office door was ajar. He thought he left it open when he left, so he planned to lock the door for him.
Who knew that when he opened the door, he saw Song Qingyun lying on the ground with a pool of blood next to his head, so he immediately called the police.
The entire campus has actually been in chaos for a long time. Police cars and ambulances have frightened all the students.
This is a criminal case.
In broad daylight, a dignified professor was attacked. Had he not been discovered, he would have died.
The police felt that something big was going to happen.
The incident involving Mr. Song was one of the reasons for the severe crackdown. The murderer of Mr. Song was not caught, and now something happened to his son again.
How can their police officers still have the face to survive?
Mr. Song asked the doctor seriously.
“How is Song Qingyun doing now?”
"Mr. Song, Professor Song's condition is very serious. The back of his head was hit with a heavy object and the injury was serious. If it hadn't been discovered in time, he would have... The operation has been completed now, but the situation is not good. Professor Song's situation is likely to... meeting…"
The doctor looked at the old man’s sluggish eyes and gray hair, and realized that even an old revolutionary as powerful as the old man was still an old man.
How can an old father accept a white-haired person as a gift to a black-haired person?
Old Mrs. Song grabbed the doctor.
"Doctor, what will happen? What do you think? What will happen? The boss will not die. We are not dead yet. How can he die? Impossible."
The old lady muttered to herself nervously, feeling a little confused.
The boss has always been kind to others, but he is afraid that this child will not be able to hold on and get into trouble in the process of practice. In college, this child is the most obsessed with academics, how can he have any enemies?
The doctor said in embarrassment, "It is very likely that he will not be able to pass this test. Even if his life is not in danger, Professor Song will probably become a vegetative state and stay like this for the rest of his life."
Mrs. Song rolled her eyes and fainted completely.
The old man hugged the old lady and said, "Xiao Wang, send the old lady to the ward."
He cannot fall at this time. He did not fall during the war years, and he cannot fall now.
The enemy hiding in the dark corner wants them to die and suffer, but he cannot make them happy.
“Dad, what’s wrong with my eldest brother?”
Song Qinghe rushed to the hospital out of breath, and Song's mother followed him.
Fang Xiaohui and Song Mohuan also followed.
Fang Xiaohui was happy that she actually gained fifty bad luck points.
That's right. Uncle Song was an unexpected surprise. It was not the result of his own personal promotion. The reason why he could give her fifty bad luck points was because Uncle Song was her relative!
Fang Xiaohui doesn’t know what the **** this system is, but as long as it’s useful, it’s fine.
I urgently need bad luck points now, but I don’t know how to get them.
Fang Xiaohui has had headaches for several years.
She is unpredictable, how can you get the value of being unlucky?
Mr. Song waved his hands in despair, "I'm afraid your eldest brother will become a vegetative state."
Song Qinghe was silent for an instant.
Tears came down.
The eldest brother has always protected him and treated him well. He has a good heart and is like a boss at home. He takes the initiative in everything, protects his brothers and is filial to his parents. In his heart, the eldest brother is omnipotent and is their shield and support.
Suddenly, the eldest brother became a vegetative state.
Song Qinghe squatted on the ground silently, crying uncontrollably.
Comrades from the police came to Mr. Song.
"Mr. Song, we have been investigating this incident overnight. Comrade Song Qingyun was attacked from behind and hit on the head with a blunt instrument. After preliminary inspection of the scene, we came to the conclusion that an acquaintance committed the crime. Professor Song did not If you are not prepared for the other party, you will be attacked from behind without any resistance. "
They must give Mr. Song an explanation. The public security officers were investigating the scene overnight, and the superior leaders requested to solve the case as soon as possible.
There was no explanation that they were sorry for Mr. Song, a hero.
Mr. Song nodded tiredly, "An acquaintance committed the crime. Please solve the case as soon as possible and catch the murderer. I want him to pay with his blood."
Public security salute.
Song Qingyun passed the critical period, but he really became a vegetative state.
Suddenly, everyone in the Medical University was in panic, and every tree and tree was in turmoil.
Everyone is wary of the people around them, and everyone looks like a murderer.
Jiang Xiaoxiao immersed herself in the laboratory and finished the experiments. She had been locked up in her own hospital for a week, and Tao Zi’s experiments had not stopped.
This is her latest discovery.
The peach tree in Lingquan has produced new peaches.
This time the effect of peaches is different.
She can only use mice for experiments, otherwise no one would dare to use them indiscriminately. Thanks to her own hospital, she also set up a special laboratory.
Otherwise, I really don’t know what to do.
Jiang Xiaoxiao took a good bath and changed her clothes before going to school. She took a week off.
It is time to cancel the fake products no matter what.
(End of this chapter)
