When Bo Zhifu arrived in a hurry, Bo Nanyin had just been rescued from the rescue room. The doctor saw Bo Zhifu walked up quickly as soon as possible, with a very calm expression.

"Mr. Bo, there is no problem with the eldest lady. The wound on her wrist is not deep and there will be no scars left. We have already dealt with it." The doctor explained, "I have to look for someone to look at the eldest lady these days, afraid that the eldest lady will be unstable and will be in this situation again."

"Well, thank you for your hard work." Bo Zhifu nodded and showed.

Then the doctor said nothing, Bo Zhifu walked quietly towards the ward, but he thought of Bo Nanyin's incident.

Bo Zhixu and Bo Nanyin grew up together and have a great understanding of Bo Nanyin. People who are afraid of pain will never be able to commit suicide. Now they can do it, that is, they can do it for themselves. Otherwise, how can the wounds of those who really want to die be so shallow?

The water in the bathtub was blood, but it was not necessarily Bo Nanyin. This made the servant feel so frightened when he rushed in, as if the entire bathtub had been dyed red.

So Bo Zhifu knew that the suicide came for himself, not for others. Thinking of this, Bo Zhifu's eyes sank a little, and the steps under his feet did not stop. To outsiders, it was Bo Zhifu's nervousness and concern for Bo Nanyin, but only Bo Zhifu's thoughts were known.

"You all go out." Bo Zhifu spoke lightly.

The people in the ward quickly came out one after another, and no one dared to speak. In an instant, the originally quiet ward became quieter. Bo Zhifu clasped his hands and stood in the ward without moving.

Bo Nanyin on the hospital bed was still in a coma. No matter whether the wound was shallow or deep, it was still a wound after all. Although Bo Nanyin's body has recovered from ordinary people, it is not really without any problems. Such suicide is still a serious injury to the vitality. It is normal that he has not yet been able to wake up from the coma.

Bo Zhifu was not impatient, so he stood there, waiting quietly until Bo Nanyin woke up in a drowsy mood.

She saw Bo Zhifu at first sight, and Bo Nanyin smiled: "Zhifu, I knew you would care about me, you won't come, Zhifu..."

Bo Nanyin was calling Bo Zhifu, and Bo Zhifu's eyes fell in the direction of Bo Nanyin. Bo Nanyin struggled to sit up from the bed, but Bo Zhifu quietly adjusted the hospital bed to a suitable position.

Such actions made Bo Nanyin laugh out loud, and the joy in his eyebrows and eyes was obvious, but Bo Zhifeng's face was not visible, and it was so quiet that it was unreasonable.

Such a scattered bun made Bo Nanyin's happiness suddenly turn gray. The more he could not guess, the more terrified Bo Nanyin felt.

"Stop looking at me like this, I'm so scared..." Bo Nanyin was crying, "I'm almost nothing now because of her. The endorsement of BG is gone. What she said before also affected me, and those brands are also ready to move. Now, my role has been deprived of because of her. How can I survive? I am very shameless, I really don't want to live..."

It was crying and saying all his grievances, and in Bo Nanyin's words, the murderer was Xu Qingcheng.

"Zhifu, you won't care if I am? You will help me, right?" Bo Nanyin's hand had already taken the initiative to hold Bo Zhifu's hand.

Because of suicide, her wrist was wrapped in gauze, which made her look even more dazzling when she saw her eyes. She reminded her to be able to make her anytime and anywhere.
Chapter completed!