Shu Wan was still breathing a sigh of relief, and tried her best to look at Ji Sihan who was racing.
"You... go and chase your fiancée... don't worry about me..."
After saying one sentence intermittently, it almost killed her.
She struggled, leaning against the co-pilot, sucking air in big mouthfuls, but she couldn't relieve the suffocation.
Ji Sihan frowned and glanced at her, but did not reply to her words. He had a cold face and said nothing, and quickly drove the car into the hospital without saying a word.
Shu Wan saw him walking towards the hospital with him in his arms, stretching out his weak little hand, and raising his hand to pull his white shirt.
"I... don't go to the hospital..."
The woman's fingers on her skin were cold when she touched her skin, as if the temperature had faded rapidly before her death, which made his heart tremble suddenly.
"Be good, obedient, there is oxygen in the hospital."
After comforting, Ji Sihan hugged the woman in his arms tightly and walked straight to the triage table.
The head of the hospital who was patrolling the triage station saw Ji Sihan coming, and hurriedly met him.
“Mr. Ji…”
"Alan, heart disease, oxygen!"
Alan, wearing a white coat, was interrupted by Ji Sihan before she could speak.
She glanced at the woman in Ji Sihan's arms that could not breathe, and quickly led him to the ward next to him.
"Mr. Ji, please come with me!"
Alan pushed open the door of the empty ward and asked Ji Sihan to put the person on the bed, quickly pull out the oxygen mask and quickly help Shu Wan put it on.
The fresh oxygen sucked in, making Shu Wan suddenly return to the pond like a fish leaving the water, regaining his new life.
She grabbed the oxygen mask and inhale desperately, and the heart that was suffocating so much that it could not breathe was supplied with oxygen again.
Seeing that her face was regained a little vitality, Ji Sihan gradually returned to her tense expression.
He looked at Alan who was checking Shu Wan: "How is she?"
After listening to Shu Wan's heart for a while, Alan felt something was wrong.
"After taking oxygen, I recovered. For the specific situation, further examinations will be required."
The heart did have symptoms of failure, but before the examination results came out, she did not dare to talk nonsense in front of Ji Sihan.
Ji Si ordered coldly: "Give her a full body examination."
Alan nodded: "I'll go out and arrange it first."
Shu Wan, who was inhaling oxygen, heard the conversation between the two and gave up struggling.
Anyway, she can't hide her illness anymore. Ji Sihan will know if she knows it.
After Alan left, Ji Sihan took out his cell phone and called Su Qing: "Two things, the hotel surveillance camera has been deleted, blocking Gu Jingshen's mouth."
Su Qing replied respectfully: "Yes".
Ji Sihan then put down his cell phone and looked down at Shu Wan, "Why didn't you tell me if you have a heart disease?"
His expression was as light and cold as ever, as if he was not worried about her condition, but blamed her for hiding it.
When Shu Wan saw his cold appearance, the little ripples that had just aroused gradually faded away.
She raised her hand to take off the oxygen mask and speak, but a hand with distinct joints grabbed her wrist.
"Don't move."
The man's nice voice came from his ears, hitting Shu Wan's heart and stirring up several layers of ripples.
She pressed the abnormal heart and wanted to control the frequency of beating, but was frightened by the man who suddenly leaned over and jumped faster.
Ji Sihan's tall and straight body came with a suffocating sense of oppression, which made Shu Wan unable to help but shrink her neck.
But he didn't realize it at all, pressed her on the hospital bed, lowered his head and condensed her pale face, and asked softly: "Where else is there to feel uncomfortable?"
Ji Sihan rarely cared about her like this, and it was almost impossible to say that she had never been. This sudden gentleness made Shu Wan extremely uncomfortable.
She pressed her back tightly against the hospital bed, and then she slowly breathed a sigh of relief after she pulled her distance from him.
She lowered her eyelashes and whispered: "Back..."
This look is well-behaved and quiet, exactly the same as when she followed him, as if she had never changed.
The cold and hard lines on Ji Sihan's face softened a little.
He unbuttoned her coat and glanced at her back.
Three dark red iron stick marks were almost concave into the flesh.
It seemed as if you could see the traces of the cracked bones, which were so eye-catching that they were dazzling.