In fact, she felt distressed. From the moment she saw Xiao Zhuoyan collapsed on the dining table, her heart softened inch by inch.
However, as soon as such thoughts appear, the sad memories of the past will fill the heart again, ruthlessly submerging such thoughts.
She felt extremely upset, but Jiang Yuning was still shouting: "He is a patient after all. Although he is not seriously ill, he feels better when he is in a different place and has someone by his side. Besides, his soul is also hurt now."
Xu Wanqing was annoyed by her nagging, and said bitterly: "Okay, I'm almost going to die from you, I'll go back and see him."
I backed the car back impatiently, but as soon as I entered the hospital, I felt a little chaotic. When I walked to the ward where Xiao Zhuoyan was, Xiao Zhuoyan was no longer on the bed. The bed on the floor was stained with blood, and a nurse was there to take the medicine.
He went to wipe the blood with a mop, and when he saw her standing there dumbfounded, he said, "The person is dead and has just been sent to the morgue!"
What? How could this happen?!
Xu Wanqing's body suddenly became cold, as if her breathing was about to stop, and she seemed to be struggling and beating on the verge of death. For dozens of seconds, she did not move or speak, she just stood there numbly, watching.
The nurse opened and closed her mouth.
The next second, she didn't have time to ask the cause of the incident, so she turned around and rushed to the morgue.
She was so panicked that her legs were shaking so much that she fell down after just a few steps. She struggled to get up and stumbled to the morgue. As expected, she saw a group of doctors pushing a corpse covered with white cloth inside. She didn't care whether
He rushed forward and took off the white cloth...
A very distorted and ugly face, not Xiao Zhuoyan’s.
She quickly rushed to the morgue like crazy, but was stopped by the doctors.
"Who are you? This is the morgue, how can you break in at will!" They shouted together and grabbed her.
"Let me go! Let me go! I'm going to find him!" Xu Wanqing finally cried. She was so frightened that she even forgot to cry. Now she couldn't hold back her cry. She was miserable.
He screamed miserably, "Xiao Zhuoyan! Xiao Zhuoyan!"
At this time, I heard someone say: "Hey, aren't you that patient's family member? Xiao Zhuoyan should have returned to the ward by now? Why are you here looking for him? He's not dead!"
Xu Wanqing turned her head suddenly. The person who spoke was Xiao Zhuoyan's old doctor, who was looking at her confused. She stopped crying and asked repeatedly: "Is he really not dead? I
Think……"
"It was someone else who died. Go back quickly! Really, I don't understand why you are crying for nothing!" The doctor may have a bad temper and a very impatient tone, but to Xu Wanqing's ears, it was like hearing the voice of a fairy.
She ran to the ward in one breath, and sure enough, Xiao Zhuoyan was sitting there just fine, and the blood-stained bedding had been changed. She stood silently at the door, tears falling down.
When Xiao Zhuoyan heard the cry, he looked back in shock and saw that it was her crying in tears. He thought he had offended her somewhere and apologized profusely.
Xu Wanqing cried even harder when she heard this. Xiao Zhuoyan stepped forward nervously and stretched out his hand to hug her, but then retracted. However, Xu Wanqing had already noticed with sharp eyes that his hand was wrapped with a thick layer of
bandage.
"What's going on? Why are you injured?" she asked anxiously.