Lian Jinghuai had to turn his gaze to Lin Jinyan, "Yanyan? What's going on? Aren't you going for a walk together? Why did your father suddenly fall off the wheelchair?"

Lin Jinyan didn't dare to look directly at Lian Jinghuai, lowered his head and tightly tucked the corner of his clothes with both hands.

"Uncle, my aunt went up to buy things and asked me to take care of Uncle Lian. At that time, the wind blew from the bottom of the slope, and the straw hat was blown down. I went to pick it up. When I looked up again, Lianbobo rolled down from the slope...I, I..."

Lin Jinyan was so sad that he couldn't speak. At this time, he was more annoyed than anyone else, and he was bothered by why he had cut his straw hat at that time, and why he was too excited and didn't take good care of Lian Chunhui.

For a moment, even Jing Huai didn't know what to say, and slid down against the cold wall, holding his head with trembling hands, his tone was cold, "What did the doctor say?"

Now Lian Chunhui is lying in the intensive care unit, which means that the examination results have come out.

"When will dad leave the intensive care unit?"

Responding to Lian Jinghuai was silence.

The sorrows and joys of the world are indeed incompatible. The hospital is very noisy, adding to the laughter of the children and the cry of the old man's death is connected, but Lian Jinghuai only feels very sad at this moment.

Lost and gain, gain and loss...

No matter what the result is, Lian Jinghuai always needs to know.

"What the hell is my father doing with the doctor? When will he recover?"

Sitting in the doctor's office, Lian Jinghuai learned for the first time what it means to be in pain.

"Oh." The doctor shook his head helplessly, "Mr. Lian had suffered severe trauma before. He finally woke up, but he did not expect that he had suffered such a serious external impact. This time, it may be really impossible to turn things around. Whether he can wake up depends on his own luck."

Hearing the doctor say this, Jing Huai has no strength, and he has no choice. He believes that Lian Chunhui, who was still gathered yesterday, was now lying in the intensive care unit and could not say anything. Even a glance at himself was very difficult.

The accident that happened seven years ago once again appeared in front of Lian Jinghuai.

They had been in sorrow that they had slowly settled in time, but this time it not only awakened their previous memories, but this time the pain was quite serious, which made Lian Jinghuai feel a little confused.

"Lin Jinyan!" After rushing out of the hospital office, Lian Jinghuai grabbed Lin Jinyan's arm tightly, "Did you do it on purpose? My mother and I took my father to that place countless times, and there was no accident once. Why was it you? Why?"

Lian Jinghuai's expression was ferocious, but Lin Jinyan didn't feel afraid at all. Instead, it was infinite sadness and guilt. Lin Jinyan even doubted whether he was really a broom star, which would only bring bad luck to others.

"Jing Huai! Jing Huai!"

The old mother on the side pulled Lian Jinghuai over, "How can you blame Yanyan for this matter? I asked Yanyan to take care of your father. If you have nowhere to be discouraged, come to me! Don't make things difficult for Yanyan!"

"Mom! Why do you trust her so much and favor her so much? Did you just ask you once just because of her? So what, this is what their Lin family owes us!"
Chapter completed!