Sister Cai took Song Ci out of the hospital. Before she could completely walk to the gate, she saw a bunch of paparazzi carrying guns and cannons outside. She was stunned for a moment and smiled with relief.

"You are still a little popular. You can perform well later, think about your words, and even speak to prevent throwing objects from high altitudes. Do you know?" Sister Cai whispered to Song Ci.

Song Ci said, "I know."

Sister Cai looked at her outfit again, grinding her teeth and said, "From the future, you will wear a skirt for me at least. Look at you, how can you smell like a star now?"

Just an ordinary passerby.

Song Ci looked at her quietly: "I still remember, you once praised me for playing with my legs in the past year, and I was born with a skeleton, but now I have become a passerby again?"

Sister Cai choked and looked down at her long legs. OK, the most eye-catching person is the one with long straight legs. She is 1.72 meters tall and she is indeed tall.

"Let's go." Sister Cai held her and smiled. Before she could completely walk out of the door, she wanted to raise her hand and say something.

Paparazzi: "It's out, Sumari is out, hurry up."

The paparazzi 234567 immediately rushed up with long spears and cannons, hitting Sister Cai and the others directly, and rushed behind them.

Sister Cai's hand froze in the air: "..."

Song Ci was knocked and staggered: "..."

So unethical!

"Sumari, I heard that you are going to the obstetrics and gynecology department. Did Li Qiao send you there?"

"You have formed so many CPs with Li Jiao, but you are really CPs, right?"

"Are you pregnant? This lower abdomen seems a little big."

The two of them looked over and saw that the popular little flower Su Mari was wearing a fiery red dress and was surrounded by her assistant and agent and stopped her sunglasses with a smile: "You are all wrong. I'm just here to regulate my body. Everyone knows that I'm afraid of the chill."

That pretentious and coquettish act made Song Ci tremble.

Sister Cai gritted her teeth in anger and gently pinched Song Ci's arm: "Look at me, look at you."

People compare people, and people compare dead.

Death of anger.

Song Ci curled her lips: "Let's go."

Sister Cai saw that no one noticed them at all, so she felt a little depressed and couldn't go forward to get the popularity, so she had to go out with Song Ci.

When he walked out of the gate, he saw an ambulance parked at the door. Then someone rushed out of the hospital and shouted at the paparazzi, asking for interviews to get away and not block the way.

The man was like a gust of wind.

Song Ci and Sister Cai hurriedly walked aside and saw the man jumping to the ambulance with his people, and the next person was covered in blood.

The two of them had a slightly pale face.

The doctor was a very young man. Although he was wearing a mask, his eyebrows were hard to hide. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looked rebellious. He was flipping the patient's eyelids, and then someone pushed them quickly to prepare for the operating room.

The doctor followed quickly. When he passed by Song Ci and the others, he paused slightly and looked over, but Song Ci and the others turned around and walked along the other road.

The male doctor frowned, heard the shouting of Dr. Song in the middle, and hurriedly followed. When he saw the paparazzi, he called the security guard in disgust: "Blow them all out as if this is the place."

The security guard was timid and hurried to drive him away.

Sister Cai had already pulled Song Ci into the car and muttered, "It's so unlucky. I'll see blood when I'm discharged from the hospital. Go back and pick some pomelo leaves for you on the grapefruit tree in the community to boil some water and take a bath to get rid of the bad luck."

Song Ci spread his hands without any worries, looked back at the hospital, and the male doctor just now seemed a little familiar.
Chapter completed!