Shen Luozhou just walked out of the supermarket.
A whistling fire truck passed him and rushed into the neighborhood.
He looked at the direction of the car, his eyelids jumped, and he quickened his pace and walked back, calling Shen Zhouran as he walked.
Can't get through, can't get through...
I haven't been able to get through.
He strode up.
The crowd was already gathered under the door of the unit, and fire trucks and ambulances were on the scene.
Shen Luozhou squeezed into the crowd: "Let go, I'm sorry, let go." "
Someone recognized him, waved at him and shouted, "This way! Your brother is over here! "
Shen Luozhou followed the prestige and saw Shen Zhouran lying on the stretcher bed with a bloody face and a pale face.
He let go of his hand.
The strawberries and cherries in the bag tumbled to the ground, crushed and trampled by the crowd of onlookers.
......
Head...... It hurts.
Shen Zhouran was in so much pain that he could barely think, and wanted to continue to sleep, but he was irritated by the sound in his ears.
He forced his eyes open and saw the various instruments hanging above his head.
After he woke up, the instruments that returned to normal indicators sounded. Even the normal volume was noisy, and Shen Zhouran had a splitting headache.
He moved his fingertips to lift his hand to close the instrument, but he didn't have much strength on him.
A hand wondered what he was trying to do, and reached out to squeeze the voice.
Shen Zhouran looked along and looked at each other with a pair of familiar eyes.
"Awake?"
"Little girl, you're finally awake!"
Shen Zhouran found out that Shen's father and Shen's mother were also there, and just wanted to speak, the doctor who received the prompt rushed over.
The Shen family hurriedly got out of the way.
The attending doctor observed his condition and asked him what was wrong with his body now.
Shen Zhouran said: "I have a headache, I want to vomit, and I seem to have a little tinnitus." "
The doctor said, "You hit your head, moderate concussion." During this period, take a good rest, and if your body reacts severely, you must tell me in time. "
The words were said to Shen Zhouran, but his face looked at Shen Luozhou.
Shen Luozhou nodded.
As soon as the doctor left, Shen Zhouran reached out and wanted to touch the wound on his forehead.
Mother Shen stopped in time and coaxed softly, but her eyes were red: "I just took the medicine, don't touch it." "
When the nurse applied the medicine, she said that it was fortunate that she did not touch the sharp part of the stairs, otherwise she would have needed stitches. Mother Shen knew that her little girl was not afraid of pain, but her heart was painful.
Xiao Liang is such a cute child, why doesn't God treat him kindly?
Father Shen stood behind her, patted his wife's shoulder, and said with relief: "It's okay to be good, just raise it for a few days, the skin is injured." "
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