Rong Chuqin still thought that he was weak when he was a child, but now that he is older, maybe the allergies are not so severe.
Who knew that allergies would come on so quickly, like a tornado?
He wanted to pat it with cold water to slow it down, but he didn't want it to be useless at all. His cheeks immediately became hot, and he could clearly feel the increase in body temperature.
"Shen Kuo, Shen Kuo."
"Hey," Shen Kuo put down the champagne and hurried over, "What's wrong with Mr. Rong?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Chuqin's "Guan Gong face" appeared in front of him. His eyes were as wide as bells, and he was so frightened that he stammered, "Rong Rong..."
"Drive me to the hospital."
"Okay." But when I thought about it, no, he just drank champagne, and the entire secretariat office drank it, and no one could drive.
It's all Tang Sangoo's fault!
Shen Kuo turned the car around, ran outside, and said angrily: "Madam, Mr. Rong has been poisoned."
The three of them were shocked and the situation got out of control for a while.
Feng Jia: "Ah? Which one is poisonous? Puffs, right? I ate a lot of them, so I was also poisoned..."
Tang Qian: "Madam, which madam?"
Song Tang, who had always been calm and composed, also showed a panicked expression and quickly ran in to see the situation.
Rong Chuqin's face, neck, hands, and all exposed skin were covered in red rashes, covering his body and face, and he suddenly turned into a pock-marked Guan Gong.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Rong Chuqin was so uncomfortable that even breathing became difficult. He opened his mouth and said helplessly and pitifully: "Allergy..."
"Are you still allergic to cilantro?"
"Um."
It turned out to be an allergy. It turned out to be an allergy, so he couldn't eat even a drop of coriander, and he couldn't even smell it. She thought he was pretentious before.
"Quick, I'll take you to the hospital."
Song Tang helped Rong Chuqin out, and Shen Kuo quickly stepped forward to help support the other side, "Madam, I don't understand you. Don't you know that Mr. Rong doesn't eat coriander? Find someone who hasn't drunk to drive."
When Tang Qian saw Mr. Rong being helped out, he was so frightened that he nodded blankly, "Oh oh oh oh..."
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Wing's Hospital
Rong Chuqin was sent directly to the emergency room. Shen Kuo and Zheng Li, who was driving, were both slumped on the bench outside the emergency room.
Zheng Li frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
Shen Kuo: "Mr. Rong ate coriander-flavored cream puffs."
Zheng Li became angry immediately, "You have been with Mr. Rong for so many years, how come you don't even know that he doesn't eat coriander?"
Shen Kuo lowered his head.
Song Tang stood up and said, "It's not Assistant Shen's fault, it's my fault."
"Of course it's your fault!" This time, Zheng Li had an opportunity to take revenge. "Mr. Rong is allergic to coriander. It's not just an ordinary allergy. Are you trying to kill him?"
That year, when we first brought the young master back, he was only ten years old. Unknown to the family, coriander powder was added to the dish to enhance the flavor. The young master took a bite and vomited as soon as he tasted the coriander flavor.
I vomited it, but I tasted a little bit, and immediately a rash broke out all over my body, itching and burning.
When he was sent to the hospital, the young master had difficulty breathing and his whole face was purple. If he was not on time, something serious would happen.
Although 18 years have passed since this incident, Zheng Li still feels particularly scared when he talks about it.
"The way Mr. Rong was panting just now was exactly the same as when he accidentally ate coriander when he was a child. If something happens to Mr. Rong, you can't even afford to pay for it with ten lives."
Song Tang had already blamed himself and shed tears without saying a word to refute.
Zheng Li's scolding was not enough, so he also made a phone call, "Brother Rong, I, Lao Zheng...oh, it's my sister-in-law. Alas, Mr. Rong accidentally ate coriander and is now in the hospital for emergency treatment."
"Oh, I don't know. The doctor hasn't come out yet. I don't think the situation is good."
"It's all those ignorant little secretaries who made Mr. Rong eat coriander. I don't know what An is thinking."
"Okay, I will definitely keep watch and wait for you to arrive."
Lao Zheng spoke so loudly that the entire corridor could hear it. Song Tang asked Shen Kuo in a low voice, "Who is Mr. Zheng calling?"
Shen Kuo became more and more worried and frightened, "It's...it's Mr. Rong from before."
Song Tang blinked. The previous President Rong, Brother Rong, and sister-in-law were Rong Chuqin's parents?
Like most people outside, she only knew that the former President Rong left the Rong family with his wife, so Rong Chuqin was promoted to the position of heir at the age of 20 and became the president of the Rong family at the age of 25.
The outside world also said that it was because Rong Chuqin didn't have his parents around to control him that he spent all day living and drinking outside and became addicted to romantic affairs.
Song Tang secretly thought, do they know about their son's marriage? Can they... accept her as their daughter-in-law?
She looked up at the door of the emergency room. It was closed tightly with no crack at all, and she felt panicked.
She hated this feeling of having no bottom in her heart, feeling weak in her feet, and unable to hold any hope in her hands.
Shen Kuo was also anxious. When he turned around, he found that something was wrong with Song Tang. His face was pale, there was constant sweat on his forehead, and he was trembling slightly.
"Madam, what's wrong with you?"
The two of them were sitting on adjacent seats, but Song Tang seemed not to hear, looking straight ahead with fear in his eyes.
"Madam, don't worry too much, this is Rong's Hospital."
"Mrs. Ma'am?"
"Huh?" Song Tang finally heard it, his eyes flickered and fragile, and the fine sweat on his forehead condensed into big beads of sweat.
"You...what's wrong with you?"
Song Tang wiped his forehead and cheeks in panic, trying to force himself to calm down, but he couldn't stop himself from shaking.
Zheng Li at the end of the corridor made another phone call, this time to Rong Zeshi.
"Hey, Chairman, something happened to Mr. Rong."
"Song Tang didn't pay attention and accidentally ate coriander. He is still trying to save him."
"Yes, the dean and director are here, don't worry."
"Here, she is here too. The culprit must be here. I won't let her leave even if she wants to."
"Okay, please slow down and be careful with yourself."
Song Tang was so flustered that she tried her best to restrain herself. She pinched the armrests on both sides of the seat with both hands. The armrests were all slippery.
Some fragmented memory fragments kept emerging in her mind, slowly pieced together into a complete picture. She shook her head and didn't want that picture to reappear, but after a while, those memory fragments slowly pieced together again.
She couldn't stop it, nor could she restrain it.
At this moment, the door to the emergency room suddenly opened. Shen Kuo stood up and rushed forward. Zheng Li also rushed over to see the situation.
Not only doctors came out, but also Rong Chuqin. His face was covered in red rash, and he had a retention needle on the back of his hand. He was pushed out in a wheelchair.
"Mr. Rong..."
"Song Tang," Rong Chuqin's eyes were fixed directly on Song Tang's face, "I'm really fine."
He was so weak that he could hardly speak, and could only say these few words. However, he still insisted on coming out and refused to cooperate with the treatment, even if he delayed for a few minutes.