Yun was completely surprised after receiving the text message. Xun was still alive, she didn't get on the plane, and she was still in the city center hospital. But what was going on? Why was she in the hospital? One question after another filled Yun's mind.
Wandering.
"Yun, what's wrong?" Yaluo asked, looking at Yun's dull expression.
"Let's go! Take Yiye and go to the central hospital immediately." Yun ignored Yaluo's question and dragged Yaluo and Yiye into the car before they could react and didn't know what was going on.
"Yun, what happened?" Yaluo frowned and held Yiye in his arms.
The rhyme is still weak.
Central Hospital——
Yun, Yaluo and Yiye got out of the car. Yun immediately rushed to Ward 801. Yaluo also pulled Yiye and followed Yun into running wildly in the corridor... Suddenly, Zha stopped in front of the ward.
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"Yun, are you here?" Mu Zixin saw Yun coming, stood up and walked towards the door, looking back from time to time.
"Xun? Is that Xun?" Yaluo looked towards the hospital bed. Lying on the hospital bed was a beautiful girl, her face was pale, and her lips were no longer as rosy as before.
Mu Zixin nodded.
"Why is she here with you?" Yun looked at Mu Zixin with a mixture of suspicion and excitement.
Mu Zixin kept an extremely calm attitude and told the three people what happened from beginning to end. Oh, no, two people to be precise. Our lovely little Yiye didn't have the heart to listen to these things.
"So how is her condition now? What disease did she have?" Yun's eyes revealed a trace of anxiety, and her anxiety also revealed desire. She hoped that Xun would not get any serious illness. She had always been in poor health.
Mu Zixin shook his head helplessly.
"What do you mean by shaking your head? Say it quickly!" Yun shook Mu Zixin's shoulders vigorously.
"The doctor gave her a comprehensive examination and said that she had been hit in the brain at some point, and it was several months ago. There was a large blood clot left after the impact, but it didn't seem that simple. She still had
There are other diseases, but no doctor can detect them. Yesterday, I performed an operation on Xun to remove blood clots, and found a lot of necrotic blood. Now I am in urgent need of Lutheran type blood. This rare blood type, I am afraid that some people from the Xia family and the Leng family are
Yes." Mu Zixin expressed his helplessness. To be honest, for Xun, he would rather kneel in front of Leng Yichen and beg him to lend him some blood.
"Do you want to go to Leng Yichen?" Yun looked at Mu Zixin with sharp eyes.
He nodded again.
"But do you know? It was Leng Yichen who made Xun look like this!" Yun roared so loudly that the people next door heard her.
Leng Yichen and Nangong Shi walked quickly to Ward 801. They also had countless questions lingering in their minds. Why did they hear Yun's voice? Why did they hear someone talking about themselves? Someone else talked about Xun?
Mu Zixin was still in a state of dementia, and he didn't understand what was going on.
"Xun? Xun!" Leng Yichen saw Xun lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, walked over and sat on the edge of Xun's bed.
"Leng Yichen! Do you still have the nerve to call her Xun?" Yaluo looked at Chen with contempt and stopped her from going to find her father and mother's Yiye.
Chen looked at everyone with innocent eyes, his voice almost trembling: "What happened to her?"
"A blood transfusion is needed." Mu Zixin risked his life. No matter who hurt Xun, blood transfusion was important.