The doctors set up the transport bed and stared at the man in the sleeping cabin with bated breath.
Yun Tuan was writing and drawing on the tablet, and occasionally glanced at the toolbar, "It's stable, you can take him up."
The men in white coats glanced at Jing Yu, and then quickly removed the pipes and related equipment on Lao Chen's body, retaining the part that transported the nutrient solution, and pushed out the door with half of the cabin.
Yun Tuan saved what he just wrote and put down the tablet, "Why don't you come over and take a look?"
Jing Yu looked at the remaining cabin and the people still sleeping around him, feeling a little at a loss as to what to do. "As long as you are alive, we will wait until you recover."
"Are you so sure that he will recover?" Yun Tuan put the capacitive pen into his large coat pocket and zipped up the pocket.
Jing Yu was still staring at the cabin, so focused that it was as if his sight could penetrate the surface and directly see the circuit board. His long eyelashes covered part of his gray-brown pupils, and the warm white ceiling light gave his long eyelashes a layer of soft light.
.
"I believe you."
He was still in a bad state, but he spoke without any hesitation.
Yun Tuan covered his face with his hands and coughed lightly, "Well, I, I'll go up and take a look at Xiao Le and the gift exchanger."
After she finished speaking, she ran out of the room in a few steps.
Jing Yu raised his eyes and looked at the girl's fleeing back. He felt a little confused. After a few seconds, he pressed his eyebrows helplessly.
He had been looking for a way to revive these people earlier, with their own consciousness instead of the unknown consciousness of the paradise. This idea, as time went by, slowly turned into an obsession and a regret. The earth star is about to come to an end. If it can't wake them up, what's the use of taking away the body?
If they are destined to be unable to wake up, the final outcome of these people will probably be dissipated in the explosion along with the earth and stars.
He has always known that there is little hope for this matter, and there is a high probability that it will not result...
Now it has been solved like this, Yun Tuan is really amazing.
Jing Yu held his forehead and sighed in relief.
Hmm.
Fortunately, she is here.
……
Yun Tuan watched the numbers in the elevator rise one by one, finally stopping at "5". After a ding, the elevator door slowly opened.
The corridor smells of disinfectant and the temperature is low.
She found Fu Qingle's ward and knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
Yun Tuan pushed the door open and saw a girl wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown leaning against the bedside. There was a folding table in front of her, and there was a book with a fancy cover on the table.
Seeing her coming, Fu Qingle hurriedly stuffed the book under the pillow, took the glass from the bedside table and put it on the table.
The movement was so fast that Yun Tuan only saw the words "True and False Daughter of Gold".
"Sister, why are you here?" Fu Qingle blinked, her long hair was gathered into a ponytail, she was clean and tidy, and she looked good.
The scar on my forehead is almost invisible.
"I missed you, so I came over to take a look at you." Yun Tuan sat beside the hospital bed, his eyes searching, "Why don't you prepare the content of the answer and read the novel here?"
Fu Qingle waved his hand, "Hey, people always have to balance work and rest. Sister Tuan has not changed after so many years, she is so tight."
Yun Tuan shook his head and did not continue.
Fu Qingle looked at her carefully for a while and whispered mysteriously: "Sister Tuan, your red star is moving - it doesn't seem to be a sign of getting married. The peach blossoms are booming recently! There are quite a few of them, and they are not rotten peach blossoms.
, what do you think?"
Yun Tuan looked down at the quilt with the hospital logo printed on it, "What ideas can I have..."
"Don't be so harsh. I see your face is quite red. Take advantage of it. It's not a disaster!"
Fu Qingle persuaded, somewhat hating that iron could not become steel. It was rare that the clouds were a little more human, and they were still hesitant. It was really worrying to see them.