Chapter 285


    Chapter 285 When Will She Wake Up?


    When they arrived at the hospital, J became alert and went to the nursing ward on the top floor wit


    h Donahue.


    Donahue owned this private hospital, and there was only a sanatorium in the back. It was newly built to


    take care of J’s mother at that time.


    In order not to disturb J’s mother, Donahue asked the staff to empty the entire floor where she was


    moved in.


    The ward was a suite. The nurses got the news that Mr. Smedley wasing to see his aunt, and she


    got up overnight


    to sort out the patient’s condition.


    At this


    time, the nurses saw Donahue and Jing over and hurriedly came forward to greet them.


    “Madam’s condition has been good recently. Her vital signs have been in a stable state.”


    The head nurse reported softly.


    “What did the doctor say?” Donahue nodded.


    The head nurse had a troubled look on her face. “The doctor is doing regr checkups, but you know


    Madam’s condition. I’m afraid… It will take a few years before she wakes up,” she said.


    J’s expression darkened.


    The head nurse wasforting them. For vegetables, it was unknown when they could wake up. And t


    here were some that were unable to wake up forever. So at this time, no one could know when J’s


    mother would wake up.


    The head nurse saw that J looked sad, and she felt that something was wrong. She hurriedly adde


    d, “Mr. Smedley, Ms. Longfellow, or we can invite the doctor over and check again, so as to give you a


    certain answer.”


    Donahue straightened his cufflinks. He was thinking about what to say.


    J suddenly said, “No need for now. You can just wait outside.”


    J nced at the ward door. She only wanted to go in and see her mother now, not to hear what oth


    ers said.


    Donahue waved at the nurses. The nurses understood and turned to leave quietly.


    When J put her hand on the door handle, she found that her hand had be cold. She took a de


    ep breath and pushed open the door.


    It was very quiet in the nursing room. Only the sound of the machine could be heard. There was a beau


    tiful woman with a pale face lying on the bed. Looking closely, J looked very simr to her. Althoug


    h the woman looked almost lifeless, her eyes were still very gentle.


    There were all kinds of instruments around her head. If not for the faint mist covering her breath, peopl


    e would think


    that she was dead.


    “Mom.”


    J walked over and held the woman’s hand on the bed. She choked with sobs after just a cry.


    Her nose was sour and she felt that her heart hurt so much that she couldn’t even breathe and her


    throat was dry. But even so, J had no tears and she looked at the woman in front of her greedily.


    Donahue turned to look at J and sighed in his heart.


    He had to admit that J had really grown up a lot.


    He patted J’s shoulder.


    During this period of time, J had been in the hospital. Even if someone tried their best.


    to take care of her, she still lost a lot of weight. Her shoulder was so thin that Donahue could feel her bo


    nes. J


    looked smart and capable, but the pain she suffered inside made her brothers feel distressed.


    “J, I’m here. I will find the best doctor and wake your mother up.”


    J reluctantly pulled her lips, and a faint smile appeared in the corner of her red eyes.


    She nodded. “Donahue, I want to… talk to my mother alone.”


    “Okay.”


    Donahue did not hesitate. After responding, he turned and left.


    When he was about to go out, he paused slightly and turned back to look at J.


    Donahue seemed to have thought of something. He looked deeply at J’s skinny back. Aplicate


    d light shed in


    his eyes. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and his hands hanging by his sides clenched.


    A momentter, he silently closed the door and went out.


    J sat by the bed and looked at her mother for a while with red eyes. She tried to suppress the bitter


    ness in her heart and forced a rxed smile. She said with a trembling voice, “Mom, I came to see you.


    Do you miss me?”


    The woman on the bed naturally could not answer her. J held her mother’s hand and, like a child, p


    ressed her cheek against the cool palm of her hand. J’s eyes were full of attachment, and she conti


    nued to talk to herself.


    “Mom, I recently went to Canada to participate in the Hacking Competition and got first ce. Mom, am


    I awesome?”


    J was smiling, and her beautiful almond eyes shed. “When you wake up, I will show you the med


    al. You haven’t seen me get a medal for a long time, have you?”


    The woman on the bed, who was in aa, breathed gently as if she was asleep.


    J stood up and quickly wiped the corners of her eyes. She couldn’t cry in front of her mother. It wou


    ld make her. mother sad. J chuckled. “Mom, I’ll wash you up. When I was a child, you always helpe


    d me wash up and changed


    clothes for me. Now it’s my turn!”


    J went to the bathroom to get something. She carefully cleaned her mother, carefully trimmed her n


    ails, and dressed her up in new clothes.


    After doing all this, J felt a little better.


    At least, her mother was still there and there was still hope of waking up.


    After adjusting her mood, J walked out.


    Donahue was waiting for her in the living room.


    “I asked someone to call your mother’s attending doctor over. Shall we talk with the doctor?”


    Donahue stood up and walked to J. “If you are tired, I will ask someone to send you back to rest. I


    will tell you the details when I go back.”


    J shook her head and had a faint smile on her face. “Thanks, but I’m not tired. Let’s see the doctor


    together.”


    Since she insisted on this, Donahue did not try to persuade her anymore. He pped his hands and cal


    led for the


    doctor toe in.


    “The patient’s current condition is actually not bad. Although there are no signs of waking up, all of her


    bodily functions are still functioning normally.”


    The attending doctor looked calm. He had to say these words almost every time he saw Donahue and


    J, and he had long been familiar with those words.


    However, even if he repeated those hopeful words a thousand times, J’s mother was seriously injur


    ed, and the hope of waking up was very slim.


    In fact, if Donahue had not used the world’s most advanced medical equipment to treat J’s mother,


    she might not


    have been able to keep alive until this time.


    Every time it was the same words. The doctor was annoyed about it, but J didn’t feel annoyed whe


    n she heard


    them.


    From the moment her mother lived here, J suddenly felt that it was notpletely a bad thing to b


    e perfunctory. As long as it could be perfunctory, it meant that there was still a turning point.


    When they left the hospital, Donahue nced at J..


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    J looked fine. She didn’t look as if it wore her out after she saw her mother in the past. But J h


    ad had an exhausting journey and she took care of her mother for a long time, so she didn’t look energ


    etic and she seemed to be tired. Donahue knocked on the armrest and ordered lightly, “Go to the mano


    r.”


    J suddenly looked at Donahue.


    Did it mean that… Was he going to take her back to write self–reviews?