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Chapter 722 An An wakes up

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    Trauma, fever, and heart disease were triggered several times.

    In the operating room, the attending doctor¡¯s forehead was covered with glistening beads of sweat. The operation had lasted four hours, but An An still showed no signs of waking up.

    He was covered in tubes and lying on the operating table with his eyes closed. Being in the dark for a long time made him very uneasy. His little brows were furrowed and his back was wet with cold sweat.

    Why can¡¯t I still see the light?  Is Zhao Wei about to catch up?  Is there an end here?

    He kept running, kept running, but a cliff suddenly appeared under his feet. He missed the step and fell into nowhere.

    "The patient's legs are moving!"

    In the operating room, the nurse shouted in surprise. This voice seemed to inspire everyone. The doctor said calmly, "Increase the dose to keep the patient's heartbeat stable!"

    The operating room was busy again. Lin Anan searched around in the darkness. Slowly, a bright light seemed to come through. He stretched out his hand to catch the ray of sunshine. When he opened his eyes, he saw the ceiling in front of him and several doctors surrounding him.  and nurses.

    "The patient is awake!"

    He only heard a surprised female voice, and then there seemed to be a sound of the door opening, and a voice came from outside. The voice was familiar, and it seemed to be his mommy.

    But that voice still has a crying tone, could it be Mommy?

    Lin Anan felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he seemed to be feeling sleepy, but before falling asleep, he was very sure that the voice was not Mommy.

    Mommy will never cry, and she should be with Xiaozhe now, so why would she cry for him?

    Lin Anan had almost all the famous doctors in the field of heart treated during this operation. After escaping from danger with all kinds of difficulties, he slept in bed for another day and night. When night fell again, he slowly opened his eyes because of hunger.  Eye.

    There was still the ceiling in front of him, but the surroundings were quiet. He turned his head and found that salt water was being infused on the back of his hand, and Mommy was lying next to his bed, asleep.

    Next to the bed, Bo Chenhe was sitting on the sofa with a pile of documents in his hand. He was the first to notice that Lin Anan was awake. Lin Anan saw with his own eyes that his always calm and indifferent father seemed to have a flash of surprise in his eyes.  , then walked over, first rang the bedside bell above his head, and then gently patted Lin Yiran awake.

    "An An is awake."

    His voice was also a little hoarse, as if he hadn't slept well in a few days. Lin Yiran was awakened by the words "An An wakes up" in his sleep. When he looked up, he actually saw An An looking at her with his eyes open.

    "An'an!" There was light in her eyes, and she touched his cheek with shaking hands, "Are you awake? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? Mommy will buy it for you!"

    She asked several questions in one breath. An An wanted to laugh, but she was so weak that she couldn't even move the corners of her mouth.

    "Mommy" He shouted weakly, and Lin Yiran immediately put her ear to his, "Say! Mommy is listening!"

    It feels so good to be surrounded by mommy and daddy.

    Lin Anan's eyes were sparkling. Even though she couldn't move, she still whispered in Lin Yiran's ear, "I miss you so much, Mommy."

    The mother who cares about him and only him is finally back.

    After hearing his words, Lin Yiran paused for some reason, seeming to think of Xiaozhe who was still in the welfare home. However, she didn't say anything. She just bent down and hugged Lin Anan, her voice trembling, "Mommy."  I miss you too, An An, fortunately you are okay, otherwise Mommy really doesn¡¯t know what to do."

    She seemed to be about to cry again as she spoke. She didn't want An An to see her, so she quickly turned away, stood up and gave up her position to Bo Chenhe.

    "The doctor will come over to check you out later." Bo Chenhe sat down and tucked Lin An'an into a quilt. "When the doctor confirms that you are fine, we can go home after a while of recuperation."

    go home?

    Lin Anan remembered that Song Xiaozhe was at home, and the light in his eyes dimmed a little. He wanted to recall how he was kidnapped and how he escaped, but as soon as he thought about it, he felt a dull pain in his head.

    "Mommy." He called again, and Lin Yiran quickly came back and sat down, holding his hand, "What's wrong? An'an?"

    "Is the Lin Group still there?"

    Unexpectedly, An An would be most concerned about this when she woke up. Lin Yiran was stunned, remembering what bodyguard Song Xiaozhe said. When they found An An, An An had already escaped from Zhao Wei.

    Her son was really smart, but Zhao Wei was so hateful that he tortured him like that.

      "Yes, we are still there." Lin Yiran suppressed the soreness in his nose and replied, "Fortunately, An An is smart and knew how to escape, so we didn't let that bastard Zhao Wei take advantage at all!"

    She tried her best to describe Lin An'an as a great hero, and it was thanks to him that the entire Lin Group was saved. An An's eyebrows arched as she listened, revealing an extremely childish smile.

    He finally smiled, and Lin Yiran and Bo Chenhe also breathed a sigh of relief.

    While An An is recuperating, whether it is Zhao Wei or Song Xiaozhe, if possible, keep their news secret.

    ¡°A day and a night have passed since Lin Anan entered the hospital. At the same time, this was also Song Xiaozhe¡¯s second night in the orphanage.

    Late at night, when all the children were asleep, Song Xiaozhe sat alone in the garden and looked up at the moon.

    It is indeed very lonely to be alone here, especially if you have experienced the warmth of family before, it will be even more difficult to adapt to it.

    "Ring, ring, ring¡ª"

    In the silence, the cell phone rang, and Song Xiaozhe hurriedly picked it up. On the other end of the phone, the servant who took care of him excitedly reported to him, "Master Xiaozhe! Master An'an has woken up! Madam said he will be here in a few days."  You can go home!¡±

    "Really?" Song Xiaozhe also opened his eyes wide in surprise. His brother woke up. This is really great!  At least the guilt in his heart can be reduced.

    ¡° Then, the last connection between him and the Bo family can be safely severed.

    "I understand. From now on, you don't have to call me anymore." Song Xiaozhe held the phone tightly and spoke with difficulty, "From now on, there will be no Young Master Xiaozhe. There is only one Young Master An'an in the villa."  .¡±

    The servant was startled, not understanding what he meant, but Song Xiaozhe had already hung up the phone before he could speak.

    There is no fair love in this world. He can understand that his mother chose his brother between him and his brother.

    Song Xiaozhe lowered his head, silently turned off the phone, returned to the room and stuffed it into the corner of the drawer, then went to bed and covered himself with a quilt to get ready to sleep.

    The moonlight shone on his bed through the window, and he slowly closed his eyes.  The time he spent living in the villa was just a stolen dream. When he woke up tomorrow, it would have nothing to do with him.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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