Rebirth of the Routine King

It was only on the fifth day that Wang Yan was in coma that Song Zhiwen noticed something was wrong.

She has been sending messages to Wang Yan for three days in a row, but the latter has not replied. This is one of the things that is wrong.

I have been working hard to promote it on Weibo, but I still haven’t received Wang Yan’s praise. This is the second thing that’s wrong.

Not only did he not take the initiative to call, but the calls he made were always left unanswered. This was the third thing that was wrong.

No matter how stupid Song Zhiwen is, she can still smell something extremely unreasonable.

If the publicity work hadn't been extremely important and numerous, she would have gone back to the mall to clear up her doubts.

In a hurry, she called her uncle Qi Ming.

As a partner of Wang Yan Real Estate Company, my uncle must know his daily whereabouts, and he loves me very much and will never hide anything from him!

After the call was connected, my uncle's hearty laughter came from the phone: "Wenwen, why did you remember to call your uncle?"

Hearing these words, Song Zhiwen's heart dropped. If something happened to Wang Yan, my uncle would never be in such a good mood.

She stated the topic directly and said with a hint of coquettishness: "Uncle, what is Wang Yan doing? I haven't been able to contact him for several days."

Qi Ming on the other end of the phone still smiled and replied: "He... you don't know, Wuwei Weibo is so popular now! He is also too busy to keep his feet off the ground, I guess... I guess this

You haven’t eaten yet!”

If Song Zhiwen was more careful, she would definitely be able to hear the vibrato in Qi Ming's voice, as if she was trying her best to suppress some emotion.

Just like his wanton laughter, it seemed abrupt and unclear.

But Song Zhiwen never paid attention to these details. After hearing what Qi Ming said, her little mouth pursed slightly, and then continued with a hint of complaint: "No matter how busy he is, he always has time to answer the phone, right? But he doesn't

Don’t answer my calls…”

After a pause on the other end of the phone, Qi Mingzi's voice suddenly came: "Look at my memory! I forgot about this. Wang Yan's cell phone was lost a few days ago!"

Song Zhiwen was stunned: "I lost my phone? But I can still get through?"

"Ah, ah... I can only put him in the sewer. He bought a new mobile phone. He may not have your number, so he didn't contact you. So be it! I'll go find him later and let him know.

He'll give you a call back..."

Song Zhiwen didn't think much for a moment and hung up the phone gloomily.

However, she waited for this call for another day.

Song Zhiwen also noticed something was wrong with her daughter and quickly asked why.

In fact, without asking him, he probably knew that the only person who could make his daughter so distressed was that boy Wang Yan.

When listening to Song Zhiwen's narration about the general content of the call with Qi Ming, the experienced Song Weimin immediately noticed something was wrong!

Then, he dialed Qi Ming's phone again and said in a very stern tone: "My name! Tell me the truth! What is Wang Yan's situation? Why haven't you contacted Wenwen for so many days?"

Qi Ming had always been afraid of his brother-in-law, who was once the director of the police station. When he heard that Song Weimin was severely extorting a confession, maybe it was coercion, maybe it was the pain of hiding, or maybe it was other reasons, he finally couldn't hold it any longer, and his tone was extremely serious.

He staggered sadly and said: "Brother-in-law, Wang Yan, something happened to him!"

Song Weimin's body suddenly stiffened.

...

Originally there were many meetings to be held, but Song Zhiwen no longer cooperated and wanted to go home!

In addition, Song Zhiwen was in a state of crying all the time, so the event could not continue, so the person in charge of publicity nodded and agreed to let it go.

Song Zhiwen could hardly remember how she got on the plane, and what she was doing during the more than three hours on the plane...

Her mind and eyes were filled with Wang Yan's figure, and her extreme worry made her look like a walking zombie.

Although Qi Ming told him on the phone, Wang Yan still looked like

It was the same as last time, it was just a sudden coma, but this still didn't make Song Zhiwen feel at ease at all.

Although she has a bad memory, she remembers the doctor's words very clearly: He may wake up tomorrow, he may wake up next year, or he may never wake up.

The last time I was able to wake up from a seven-day coma, that was a great blessing!

Can we have such good luck this time?

Song Zhiwen didn't know.

It was precisely because she didn't know that she was so upset, because she also didn't know what kind of state she would be in if Wang Yan didn't wake up.

After getting off the plane, it was with the help of Song Weimin that the father and daughter successfully exited the testing port.

Qi Ming, who had been waiting for a long time, hurried forward to greet him. Song Weimin glared at him, as if blaming him for hiding it.

Qi Ming also looked aggrieved, but now was not the time to complain. The first priority was to send his niece to Wang Yan as soon as possible. Only in this way could she alleviate her resentment towards him.

The car was speeding, and there was only the low sound of the car's engine and Song Zhiwen's whimpering from time to time.

"How many days has Wang Yan been in coma?"

Song Weimin asked in a deep voice.

"Today is the seventh day..."

Qi Ming first replied, and then continued: "I have had two full-body examinations, and there is nothing wrong with him. It's just that... he just didn't wake up."

Song Weimin frowned and asked again: "There are no signs?"

Qi Ming replied: "Wang Yan fainted in the conference room. I heard Yang Fuyi say that she had noticed something was wrong with Wang Yan during the meeting. She also suggested that he go to the hospital for examination, but Wang Yan was

Rejected. There is another very strange thing..."

Seeing Qi Ming hesitating, Song Weimin couldn't help but said angrily: "Can you finish it in one go?"

Qi Ming hurriedly said: "According to the memories of Yang Fuyi and some executives at the scene, during the meeting, Wang Yan spoke very fast and seemed very anxious, as if he was in a hurry..."

Song Weimin frowned, wondering what he was thinking.

Song Zhiwen was also attracted by Qi Ming's words and forgot her sadness for a moment.

Qi Ming continued: "When Wang Yan got up that day, Wang Dacai also discovered something was wrong with Wang Yan. He said that his face was very pale and his eyes had heavy dark circles. He seemed to have not had a good rest. The father and son did not talk. Wang Yan seemed to be worried, and

Wu Chen left the villa together."

Song Weimin raised his head, frowned and asked, "Wu Chen is here too? What did he say?"

Qi Ming knew that his brother-in-law was once a master in solving crimes, and that Wang Yan's coma was full of strangeness. The reason why he told him so much was because he wanted to hear his analysis.

"Wu Chen also said that Wang Yan's complexion was very poor, and Wang Yan had experienced two comas, one more than three years ago, but the situation was not serious that time, and he only woke up after being comatose for a few minutes. The second time

The last time was the year before last, when I lay in bed for seven days..."

Qi Ming's brows became tighter and tighter, and he thought for a long time before saying, "You mean, Wang Yan might know that he would be in a coma?"

Qi Ming nodded: "I also have this suspicion. Judging from Wang Yan's behavior, he definitely knew that he was unwell, but the key is that he did not go to the hospital for examination, but went to the group for a meeting, because the next day was

It was an important time for Weibo to go online. He should have known that he might fall into coma, so he had arranged relevant matters in advance."

The more Song Weimin thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, but no matter how he deduced it, he could not find a reasonable motive for Wang Yan to do this. He knew that he was sick, so why didn't he go to the hospital for a checkup?

Also, how did he know that he would definitely fall into a coma?

What disease did he have?

I'm afraid these questions can only be answered when Wang Yan wakes up, but the key is, when will Wang Yan wake up?

The first time he was only unconscious for a few minutes, but the second time he was unconscious for seven days. According to this progressive span, then Wang Yan must not have been asleep for several months this time?

The more Song Weimin thought about it, the more mysterious it became. How could he still get sick?

What the hell is involved in metaphysics?

...

Soon, Qi Ming drove to the First People's Hospital of the city.

The floor where Wang Yan is located is on the eighth floor and is an independent high-end ward.

When Song Zhiwen opened the door, there were already several people in the ward, but her eyes kept staring at the hospital bed and the face that looked like she was sleeping on the bed.

Weeping before saying anything.

Song Zhiwen walked slowly to the hospital bed. With the accumulation of tears, Wang Yan's face became a little blurry. Her small mouth raised and her lips trembled slightly, as if she had a lot of words to say to her, but she didn't know where to start.

After seven days of emotional fermentation, the sadness of the couple Wang Dacai and Li Xinlan has reached a critical point. It is not that they are no longer sad, but they have been tortured by sadness to the point of numbness.

Song Zhiwen's intense sadness once again swept through the sensitive nerves of everyone in the room. Li Xinlan's tear glands were activated again. She covered her mouth and cried softly. Wang Dacai also turned his head and quietly wiped the corners of his eyes.

The eldest brother Wang Yuan's eyes were red. Just when he was about to lose his temper, this man who didn't like to talk much but had a strong heart opened the door and walked out.

Women have always been emotional creatures. Wu Dan had already burst into tears, but only half of her sadness came from Wang Yan, and the other half came from echoing.

The brother and sister Qi Yun and Qi Ming had solemn expressions. Looking at Wang Yan who was still motionless on the hospital bed, they lamented inwardly.

Song Weimin couldn't control his emotions for a while, and the corners of his eyes were sparkling. In his heart, Wang Yan was not only his future son-in-law, but also regarded him as his own son. Seeing that he suffered from an inexplicable strange disease again, he felt sad for a moment.

As Song Zhiwen cried uncontrollably, the sadness in the ward was pushed to its peak.

Even though she could not hide her sadness, Li Xinlan walked quickly to Song Zhiwen, took her hand and comforted her: "Okay, my child, the doctor said that Wang Yan... he is not seriously ill and should be fine soon."

Wake up."

But Song Zhiwen didn't hear this at this time. She saw that Wang Yan had been lying quietly for seven days, but she had been absent for seven days. There was both sadness and self-blame in these cries.

Qi Yun also walked forward quickly and spoke out to persuade: "Stop crying Wenwen, Wang Yan... he is just sick. It's not good for you to cry like this."

She was telling the truth. No matter how seriously injured the patient is, you can express your sorrow and wipe your tears quietly, but you must not cry loudly! This is very taboo.

Qi Ming and Song Weimin also stepped forward to comfort her in turn. In the end, it was Song Weimin's angry shout that made Song Zhiwen stop crying.

The cry no longer came out, but tears still fell from the corners of her eyes. Song Zhiwen was lying in front of the hospital bed, her head resting on Wang Yan's shoulder, holding his hand, silently, her eyes dull.

After two years, she once again used this action to accompany Wang Yan.

Everyone felt heartbroken when they saw it.

Wang Dacai was the first to speak: "In-laws, you haven't eaten yet, right? Come on, let's go eat first."

Song Weimin hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Qi Yun walked up to Song Zhiwen and was about to speak when she was pulled by Song Weimin and heard him whisper: "Let Wenwen have a conversation with Wang Yan and we will pack a copy for her later."

For people with a strange disease like Wang Yan who is in a vegetative state, words have the greatest chance of awakening him.

The last time Wang Yan woke up, Song Zhiwen was by his side. Thinking of this reason, Song Weimin nodded and agreed to go to dinner, and at the same time stopped his wife from calling Song Zhiwen.

In the elevator, Wang Dacai said slightly apologetically: "I asked Brother Qi Ming not to tell you. You are busy or one of them. The main reason is that Wang Yan's condition has not worsened. Last time he slept for seven days before waking up. I think

If I still haven’t woken up after seven days, it won’t be too late to tell you..."

Song Weimin shook his head, indicating that he didn't take it seriously, and said, "Today is the seventh day, right?"

Wang Dacai nodded with a solemn expression: "I hope a miracle will happen!"

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