There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

No one knew about Yu Saifeng's psychological activities. Everyone's attention was on Zheng Chenglong. Even Zheng Chenghu, who was watching the patients in the intensive care unit, also came out. He became anxious after hearing the third brother's explanation of his eldest brother's condition. 【6】【9】【s】【h】【u】【x】【.】【c】【o】【m】

"Stop procrastinating. It's better to go see a doctor. It's no joke if the bone is broken. Even if it's split, it needs to be dealt with."

"I'm fine."

Zheng Chenglong drank all the water in the kettle and felt that the pain in his wrist was less. He still stubbornly shook his head in the face of his younger siblings' request.

"That's not up to you, second brother. Let's take him to the doctor."

Zheng Chengbao had a bad temper. When his elder brother refused to listen, he came over and grabbed Zheng Chenglong's left arm. Together with his second brother, he pulled him up and led him downstairs.

Zheng Chenglong was anxious. He was not weak in strength, but he was a little behind compared to the infinitely powerful third brother. Now there was another second brother. For a while, he couldn't break away and could only shout at them: " It’s really not necessary.”

"Xinyue, please help me look after dad. I'll take a look."

Yu Saifeng watched anxiously as Zheng Chenglong was taken away by his two brothers. She felt that she was the one who caused Zheng Chenglong to be injured, so she should pay for the medical treatment herself. She was worried about her father, so she asked Zheng Xinyue for help.

"Okay, go ahead!"

A bright light flashed in Zheng Xinyue's beautiful eyes. She was so happy that the thief who agreed had to leave before she could act.

Seeing that she agreed, Yu Saifeng didn't have to worry about it. She said thank you gratefully and ran away after the three brothers.

Zheng Xinyue looked around to see if there was no one around, then pushed the door open with a kettle and walked into the intensive care unit.

The ward is painted with white walls and green walls. The walls painted with lime are not a serious white, but a kind of pure white.

There was only one hospital bed in the room, and various first aid equipment were placed beside the bed. The old-fashioned equipment was different from the ones seen on TV, a bit rough and not so refined.

Master Yu had several tubes inserted into his body and an oxygen mask on his face. The heart-monitoring instrument on the table made a faint beeping sound. An intravenous drip bottle hung on the bedside, dripping medicine drop by drop.

When someone came in, Lao Yu still closed his eyes tightly and lay there silently and motionless. If the thin quilt hadn't been gently rising and falling, she would have thought he was dead.

Although Zheng Xinyue didn't understand, looking at the ripples beating on the instrument, it seemed that Lao Yu's heartbeat was very weak?

She didn't care to take a closer look. Time was running out. Her eldest brother drank all the water in the kettle. Since there was no one in the room, she went straight into the space and filled another kettle of water.

He walked to the hospital bed and poured the water from the kettle into the enamel jar. After he was ready, he reached out to take off Old Yu's oxygen mask, scooped water with a spoon and pressed it to his mouth! Lips poured into his mouth.

Lao Yu, who was in a coma, closed his mouth tightly. Since the oxygen mask was taken off, he opened his mouth wide and began to have difficulty breathing. His heart instrument almost became a straight line and made a squeaking alarm sound.

Zheng Xinyue was a little panicked, really afraid that if he died like this, she would become a sinner.

Seeing Lao Yu open his mouth, she took the opportunity to pour water into him, one spoonful, two spoons. Seeing that he refused to swallow, Zheng Xinyue could only close his mouth and stroke his throat, watching the throat gurgling and swallowing, She just continued to give water.

The heart machine is still beeping, and a layer of cold sweat has broken out on Zheng Xinyue's forehead. Is it not working?

But at this point, she could only treat a dead horse as a living doctor. She ignored the sound of the heart machine, scooped out a few more spoons of water and fed it in the same way.

"Bang." The door of the intensive care unit was knocked open by a nurse. When she saw Zheng Xinyue's actions, she immediately became angry:

"what are you doing?"