Chapter 6685
Stupid Son
The short-haired girl's legs also went limp. Her body, which had been barely supporting itself, suddenly lost its strength and she collapsed to the ground.
Her legs kept shaking like two branches shivering in the cold wind.
Her lips were trembling and her upper and lower teeth kept colliding with each other, making a "clack" sound, but she could not utter a word. She just stared blankly at the patient sitting up on the bed, her eyes empty and confused.
Doctor Huang was in an extremely miserable state. His usual sanctimonious and conceited appearance had long disappeared without a trace.
There was a large wet spot on the pants under his white coat, and he was so scared that he wet his pants.
A pungent smell of urine filled the air, but no one had time to care about it at the moment.
In his decades of medical practice, he has seen countless difficult and complicated diseases and experienced many life-and-death moments, but he has never seen such a strange and magical scene.
At this moment, he stood there like a stone statue under a spell, his eyes full of fear and shock, his mouth half open, but he couldn't utter a word.
Liu Yulian was relatively calm, although at first she couldn't believe what she saw and wondered if there was something wrong with her eyes.
She rubbed her eyes subconsciously and pinched her arm hard. The sharp pain made her sure that this was not a dream.
She slowly raised her head and looked at her father who was sitting up on the bed. She saw that life had reappeared in her father's eyes, and that light was like a bright light suddenly lit in the darkness.
Her tears burst out uncontrollably, slid down her cheeks, and dripped onto the ground, splashing small water.
Her father had really woken up! This thought kept echoing in her mind like the sound of a war drum.
In her mind, she couldn't help but think of Xiao Chen's lonely and cold back as he left.
The back figure seemed a little blurry in the dim light, but it revealed an indescribable firmness and mystery.
At this moment, the figure gradually became tall and majestic in her heart, like an unshakable mountain.
"He...he really cured my dad...how is it possible..." It was not until this moment that Liu Yulian woke up from her dream and realized that the young man had not lied from the beginning.
His confident expression and steady words at that time were not pretentious, but showed his real ability.
But I have always regarded him as a liar. When he needed trust the most, I did not choose to believe him. I was even full of suspicion and hostility towards him.
Various emotions such as guilt, regret, and gratitude surged into her heart like a tide, making her unable to calm down for a long time.
Her hands were tightly clutching the corners of her clothes, her body was trembling slightly, and tears were still flowing, wetting her lapels.
Liu Yulian covered her mouth, trying to control herself from screaming. Her eyes were moist and tears dripped down her cheeks onto the floor.
The ward was filled with a pungent smell of disinfectant, and the lights were dim and yellow, as if shrouded by a layer of gauze.
Mother Liu sat quietly beside the bed, her hands like pliers, tightly grasping Father Liu's skinny and cold hands.
Her knuckles turned bluish-white from the excessive force, as if she wanted to convey all her worries, fears, and surprises through this tight grip.
She raised her head slightly, her eyes fixed on her husband who had just woken up on the hospital bed, her eyes full of disbelief and the trance of surviving a catastrophe. Her lips trembled slightly, her voice trembling with tears: "Jianming, why do I feel like I'm dreaming? Pinch me to make sure this isn't an illusion..."
The voice was so light that it seemed like it could be blown away by a gust of wind, but it was full of the anxiety and longing in her heart.
Liu Jianming slowly raised his weak hand, his movements were as slow as if he was being dragged by a heavy object.
His hand gently stroked his wife's tear-stained cheek, and his fingertips gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. His voice was hoarse and weak: "Wife, it's true, this is not a dream. My life was snatched back from the gates of hell by that miracle doctor..."
His eyes revealed his relief at surviving the disaster, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the vague memories of the time when he was in a coma.
Although he had been unconscious for a long time and his consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, the scene of Xiao Chen giving him acupuncture was as clear as if it was engraved in his mind.
Those hands moved as swiftly as a fleeting shadow, and each needle fell with a resolute momentum; yet as steady as the roots of an ancient tree, the strength and angle of each needle were just right, as if they had been tempered a thousand times.
Every time a needle falls, it is like knocking on the threshold of life and death, controlling the direction of fate.
Such miraculous medical skills have long surpassed the scope of mortals.
The person who can save lives at the gates of hell is not just an ordinary doctor. He is clearly the living devil who holds the book of life and death, who can decide people's life and death, and can also take people's lives back from the hands of the devil.
However, at this moment, the ward was completely silent, as if time had stopped.
Only the monotonous and harsh ticking sound of the monitor pierces people's eardrums again and again, as if mercilessly reminding people of the fragility and impermanence of life.
Liu Jianming noticed the unusual silence, and a cloud of dark clouds suddenly rose in his cloudy eyes, like the sky before a storm.
His eyes widened, and his voice was filled with unquestionable majesty and anger: "Tell me! What happened? Where did the miracle doctor go?"
Liu Yulian stood aside, her body trembling slightly, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.
She took a deep breath and slowly stood up. With a choked voice, she recounted the whole story of how Liu Yuning humiliated Xiao Chen and how Doctor Huang watched coldly.
Every word was like a stone thrown into Liu Jianming's already turbulent heart.
Before he finished speaking, Liu Jianming felt a surge of anger rushing from the bottom of his heart to his forehead. His face turned red in an instant and veins bulged on his forehead.
He suddenly stretched out the hand that was still receiving the IV and overturned the bedside table with force.
With a loud "crash", bottles and jars fell to the ground like beads that had broken off the string, and exploded instantly, with glass fragments flying everywhere.
He staggered off the bed and rushed towards Liu Yuning, his steps were weak but carried a resolute force.
His skinny hands were like iron pliers, tightly gripping his son's neck, his eyes full of anger and disappointment: "You... How dare you chase away the person who saved my life! How could I, Liu Jianming, have a son as stupid as you! From today on, you will not be listed in the Liu family's household register!"
His voice became hoarse with anger, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying endless pain and determination.
Liu Yuning collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, his back pressed tightly against the cold ground, cold sweat dripping down his forehead like beads from a broken string, instantly soaking through the expensive shirt, sticking to his body, making him feel even more embarrassed and frightened. (End of this chapter)