The chief doctor nagged helplessly and irritably for a long time, and then invited the other two patients to the house.

After a while, the nurse also hurried in.

She looked in the ward, and then said to the chief doctor: "Director Zhang, there is a patient in the surgical ward downstairs, saying that the abdominal wound has not healed, and the surgical doctor Liu wants you to go over for a consultation." ”

Director Zhang's face was surprised, "What kind of wound?"

The nurse explained, "It is said that the wound will not heal for a long time, and Dr. Liu suspects that there is a malignant tumor. ”

Hearing this, Director Zhang agreed, "Okay, I'll go over." ”

When the two walked out side by side, the nurse added crisply, "In Ward 302 downstairs, the patient's name is Wen Zhiyuan." ”

"Okay, got it!"

After the nurse and Director Zhang left, Ms. Lian's eyes swelled with ecstasy.

She rushed to the hospital bed and pulled Yan Jun, "Old Yan, did you hear that?"

Yan Jun looked at her with a calm expression and did not respond.

Ms. Lian shook the crook of his arm, "You speak! The nurse just said that the patient's name is Wen Zhiyuan, right?"

It's been so long, and there's finally news.

But Ms. Lian's excitement was replaced by panic again after a few seconds.

She remembered what the nurse had just said, "Old Yan, what's the matter?

"Okay, you know your baby, maybe it's just the same name and surname, what are you excited about!"

Yan Jun's face was ugly, he didn't believe that the person hospitalized downstairs was really Wen Zhiyuan.

After the incident, she avoided the Yan family.

How could it be in Licheng Hospital now?!

This child, how guilty Yan Jun was at the beginning, and how disappointed he is now.

Looking at everything, isn't it all her who made trouble?!

At this moment, Ms. Lian was yelled at by Yan Jun and forgot to react.

After half a salary, she pushed him, and said indignantly: "I don't care, even if it is the same name and surname, I have to go and see." Maybe it's really ours. ”

As she spoke, she walked out the door, and only when she stood in the corridor did she hesitate to turn around, "Lao Yan, do you want to ...... with me?"

"I'm not going!" Yan Jun refused without hesitation, "Even if it's really her, her life and death have nothing to do with me in the future!"

Hearing this, Ms. Lian sank her face unhappily, glanced at Yanjun, and turned around and walked in the direction of the elevator.

Either way, she had to take a look.

When Ms. Lian left, Yan Jun suddenly sighed, lying on the hospital bed looking at the ceiling, faintly feeling that he had really failed in this life!

……

Downstairs, a six-person room for surgery.

Wen Zhiyuan was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, his clothes rolled up, the wound on his lower abdomen was red, swollen and ulcerated and had suppurated, and the bloodstained skin looked terrifying.

Leng Yiyan accompanied him next to the hospital bed, while Mu Yi went downstairs to help with the admission procedures.

Several doctors were standing beside her and watching, and other patients were constantly looking at her.

This little girl is seriously injured.

"How long has it been since your wound didn't heal?"

Dr. Liu stood aside and watched, only to feel very weird.

The suppuration of the wound looks like a symptom of infection, and the skin scar with stitches is twisted, which is obviously not properly sutured.

Wen Zhiyuan was short of breath because of the pain, and when she heard the doctor's inquiry, she whispered, "It's been nearly two months!"