Because Qin Shuran saw that there were many medical equipment placed in this room, which was obviously a ward.
Especially on the big bed in the middle, there was a thin figure lying on it.
"This is my mother." Chen Fan said to Qin Shuran beside him.
Qin Shuran was a little stunned, and walked forward slowly and entered the ward. The medical staff taking care of Long Zhiyun in the room also consciously left the room.
Seeing the emaciated Long Zhiyun on the hospital bed, Qin Shuran's face was full of shock. She didn't expect that a person could be so thin. He looked like skin and bones, which was very scary.
"Auntie, haven't you woken up yet? Didn't you just find that Situ Mulan?" Qin Shuran looked at Chen Fan doubtfully and asked.
Chen Fan nodded, then shook his head: "Although Situ Mulan's help is of some use, it still needs an acupuncture method, and I just got this acupuncture method yesterday."
"Does that mean Auntie will wake up soon?"
"It's possible. I also hope that my mother can wake up and watch us get married. That way, she will be very happy."
Qin Shuran blushed and ignored what Chen Fan said. She seemed to be still angry about Song Wenting.
Chen Fan stepped forward to his mother's side, and several silver needles appeared in his hand.
"Mom, I hope you can wake up." Chen Fan had already made up his mind to try the Anti-Longming Divine Needle. As he spoke, the silver needle in his hand had already penetrated Long Zhiyun's forehead.
After the first needle fell, Chen Fan suddenly felt his arm sink, and the power in his body was rapidly being depleted.
Chen Fan's face was full of shock, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He didn't expect that this Nilong Ming Shen Needle would be so domineering and consume people's mind and body so much.
If Chen Fan hadn't used muscle-building cream before and had a different mind than ordinary people, he would have collapsed on the ground as early as the first injection.
"Are you okay?!" Qin Shuran sensed something was wrong with Chen Fan and asked quickly.
Chen Fan shook his head, and then the second needle fell.
"Buzz!"
Chen Fan could even feel the symptoms of tinnitus in his ears, and his vision was blurred.
"If it doesn't work, just try next time. I think your situation is very bad." No matter how angry she was, Qin Shuran still had Chen Fan in her heart, fearing that Chen Fan would be hurt.
"I can do it." Chen Fan just replied these three words, and stabbed the third silver needle in the same way.
The Nilongming Divine Needle required a total of seven needles. When the sixth needle was inserted, Chen Fan almost fell down, but was supported by Qin Shuran and did not fall down.
"There is one more shot, I will definitely be able to hold on!" Chen Fan gritted his teeth, and the silver needle he held in his hand even began to tremble slightly.
Finally, the last needle penetrated Long Zhiyun's skin.
In an instant, Chen Fan felt his head spinning, his vision went dark, and he fell to the side.
Outside the door, Song Wenting, who had been waiting, heard the exclamations inside and hurriedly opened the ward door.
"Chen Fan!" Seeing Chen Fan falling in Qin Shuran's arms, Song Wenting also rushed forward.
"What's wrong with Chen Fan?" Song Wenting looked at Qin Shuran and asked.
"I don't know, I just fainted after giving the acupuncture to my aunt." Qin Shuran shook her head.
"Hurry and help him to the room." Song Wenting said.
The two of them supported Chen Fan who fainted and sent him back to his room.
Qin Shuran was left to take care of Chen Fan, while Song Wenting found Situ Mulan with an anxious look on her face.
Seeing that Qin Shuran and Song Wenting were both so worried about Chen Fan, Situ Mulan seemed a little surprised: "Is it possible that you two are planning to marry this boy?"
Qin Shuran and Song Wenting both had cold expressions on their faces, looked at each other, and neither of them spoke.
Situ Mulan had no choice but to step forward and check Chen Fan's pulse.
"How is he?" Qin Shuran asked.
"He's fine, just a little exhausted. It seems he didn't lie to me. This Nilongming Shenzhen is indeed very domineering, but I don't know if his mother is awake." Situ Mulan said.
"I'll go take a look." Qin Shuran and Song Wenting said almost in unison.
"Oh, your relationship is really complicated. I'd better go back to sleep." Situ Mulan shook her head. She was really worried about the relationship between the three of them.
"You stay and take care of him. I'll go check on Auntie." Seeing Situ Mulan leave, Song Wenting said.
This time, Qin Shuran did not fight again, but nodded slightly.
But just when Song Wenting was about to leave the room, Song Wenting suddenly stopped: "I don't need him to give me a status. I also know that with my status, there is no way for him to give me any status. I just
I want to stay with him and be able to help him."
This is Song Wenting's innermost thoughts.
Qin Shuran looked calm and asked: "Will you give your beloved things to others?"
Song Wenting did not speak any more, but left Chen Fan's room.
Arriving at the ward, Song Wenting observed Long Zhiyun, who was still unconscious, and saw that he still showed no signs of waking up, and her eyes showed disappointment.
Song Wenting knew how disappointed Chen Fan would be if he knew that she still couldn't wake up her mother.
However, at this moment, Song Wenting discovered that Long Zhiyun, who was lying on the hospital bed, moved his fingers slightly.
Song Wenting looked stunned, thinking that she had seen it wrong, and quickly stepped forward to check it carefully again.
"Auntie, auntie, wake up!" Song Wenting kept shouting.
After Song Wenting screamed a few times, Long Zhiyun, who still had a silver needle stuck in his forehead, finally slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were full of confusion.
"Auntie, you are finally awake! If Chen Fan knew, he would definitely be very happy!" Song Wenting couldn't hide her excitement, covering her red lips, and couldn't help but shed tears.
"Chen Fan?" Because she had just woken up, Long Zhiyun's voice was very weak, and she even felt hoarse.
"Chen Fan is your son." Song Wenting immediately revealed Chen Fan's identity.
Long Zhiyun looked obviously startled, with some excitement in his eyes, but more of a daze.
"My son? Now, what time is it now?" Long Zhiyun asked with difficulty.
"Auntie, you have been in a coma for twenty years."
"Twenty years, has it been twenty years?" This number made Long Zhiyun's mind race, and one picture after another appeared in her mind.
"Auntie, I'm going to tell Chen Fan now. If he knows you're awake, he will be very happy." Song Wenting was about to run outside excitedly.
"Wait, wait." Long Zhiyun spoke again with difficulty.
"Auntie? Tell me." Song Wenting stopped quickly.
"You, who are you?" Long Zhiyun asked.
"I am." Song Wenting was about to speak, but she didn't know how to introduce her identity.
"I'm his friend."
"Friend?" Long Zhiyun, who had used the Nilong Ming Shen Needle, had a different brain development than ordinary people, and instantly saw Song Wenting's problem, but she continued to say with difficulty: "I have something, please agree.