He raised his hand and knocked on the bathroom door——

"Ning'an."

There was only the sound of "gurgling" water in the bathroom, but there was no response!

"Ning'an!"

Song Shaoyan shouted a few more times, his face suddenly changed, and he kicked the bathroom door open!

When the door opened, it was a mess inside.

The shower was on and water was flowing all over the floor. There was no white mist, only a chill that made people shiver.

Ning An was lying on the ground, her messy hair covering her face, her whole body clammy and lifeless.

Song Shaoyan panicked and took a bath towel to wrap her thin body.

"Ning'an! Wake up!"

His hands were cold, but Ning'an's body was even colder!

Only then did Song Shaoyan realize that she had taken a cold shower.

Damn it, don’t want your life?

Ning An's face was pale, his lips were as white as paper, motionless and bloodless.

Song Shaoyan called her, but she couldn't hear him.

Song Shaoyan hugged her and ran outside, hurriedly wrapping her up in a thick coat, and quickly ran into the garage without having time to change into slippers.

Taking out a sports car, Song Shaoyan stepped on the accelerator and sent Ning An to the hospital.

Along the way, Ning'an didn't wake up and started to have a high fever.

When she arrived at the hospital, Ning An was already feeling hot all over.

Drowsily, without any consciousness.

Her snow-white neck still had traces of Song Shaoyan's forced kisses, which were densely covered all over her neck and shoulders.

"39°, Mr. Song, your wife has a severe fever. Does she need to be hospitalized?" the doctor asked.

Song Shaoyan rubbed his temples and nodded: "Go through the hospitalization procedures."

In the ward, she was given injections and fluids.

Song Shaoyan walked to the smoking room of the hospital and lit a cigarette. His eyebrows were deeply furrowed and his eyes were bottomless.

He was wearing a crisp shirt and trousers, but he was wearing slippers, which looked very uncoordinated.

But he didn't seem to care about this and just took a few puffs of cigarette.

Not long after, Song Shaoyan's cell phone rang.

"Is it Mr. Song? I'm Ye Jiaqi. I want to ask if An An is at home?" Ye Jiaqi sounded anxious.

She waited at the morning teahouse all morning, but Ning An didn't come.

Moreover, she didn't answer any of the calls she made to Ning An.

Ning An has always been punctual and would not be so irresponsible.

Ye Jiaqi was worried and asked Josnian for Song Shaoyan's mobile phone number.

Song Shaoyan frowned: "She feels unwell and is hospitalized."

"Hospitalized? I chatted with her yesterday. Is she okay? Which hospital is she in? I'll go see her."

"The Third Hospital."

"I'll come right away."

Ye Jiaqi hung up the phone, picked up his bag and left the morning tea shop.

Why are you suddenly hospitalized? Are you sick?

Ye Jiaqi was very anxious. She didn't want to see anything happen to anyone she knew.

She hopes they are all well.

When Ye Jiaqi took a taxi to the Third Hospital, it was already past ten in the morning.

After asking for the ward number, she went directly to Ning'an's ward.

Song Shaoyan sat on the sofa, motionless.

"Mr. Song." Ye Jiaqi greeted.

She saw a slap mark on Song Shaoyan's face, which was bright red and very eye-catching.

At the same time, she also saw Ning An, who was hanging from water. His face was haggard and pale, with no blood at all.

"Yeah." Song Shaoyan raised his eyes lightly.

"What's wrong with An An?"

"fever."

"Is the weather cold?"

"Um."

Ye Jiaqi sighed, put down the fruit in his hand, and ran to the bedside.
Chapter completed!