The nurse's expression changed, and she seemed to think Song Qiao was a little unreasonable, "This family member, the patient's condition is critical now, and we simply cannot afford to delay him."
Song Qiao lowered her head and called Gu Jingting's phone number.
The thoughts in my heart never stopped for a moment.
Since Shen Zhinan came here to take over Qiqi's medical records, he rented a house directly near the hospital. It only takes about ten minutes to walk from there, let alone drive.
But now, others haven't arrived yet, and they even told the nurse that something is wrong. There is definitely something wrong with this.
The call went out but was not connected. Song Qiao was very worried. The nurse kept urging her, "You are irresponsible to the child!"
Gu Jingting raised his eyes, glanced over with a stern look, and immediately silenced the nurse.
She took half a step back and looked at Gu Jingting's plain face, feeling lingering fear in her heart. How could this man have such a strong aura? With just one glance, those who looked at him didn't even dare to say anything.
"You can call his assistant." Gu Jingting reminded.
Oh, yes!
Song Qiao's eyes were bright. She found Xiang Chen's number on her phone and called her. Fortunately, she got through quickly this time, "Miss Song, are you okay so late?"
"Assistant Xiang, is the doctor that Mr. Gu looked for before still there? I may need his help here." Song Qiao spoke quickly.
Xiang Chen had already heard Gu Jingting's instructions, and immediately said, "No problem, I'll contact the doctor right away. Miss Song, please wait a moment."
"Okay, sorry to trouble you." Song Qiao let out a long sigh of relief.
After Xiang Chen hung up the phone, he sent a message directly to the other party. After handling this, he had time to look back at the mess behind him, "Save some strength, don't kill people directly."
It’s still the same room as before.
Xiang Chen arrived not long after Gu Jingting left. When he came in, there were only people lying on the ground and a bloody knife on the ground.
He personally checked and found that although there were wounds on these people, they were all caused by fists and kicks. In other words, the blood on the blade belonged to Mr. Gu.
If that's the case, then they shouldn't even think about going out.
…
Ten minutes after Song Qiao made the call, Dr. Charles rushed to the hospital with his medical team and assured her that the patient would be sent out intact.
This assurance was ringing in her ears, but she didn't take it to heart at all.
Song Qiao felt very anxious and raised her foot to follow him.
Gu Jingting lagged behind. As he passed the nurse, he said, "Since you choose to use money to do things, you have to bear the consequences. I hope you can resist."
After hearing this, the nurse's shoulders shook slightly.
She turned pale, looked back and watched the two people disappear before her eyes, lowered her head and walked out in a hurry, not even hearing her colleagues calling her.
"Are you losing your mind in such a hurry?" Others murmured.
The nurse couldn't hear her and just wanted to leave as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, as soon as she ran out of the hospital door, she was blocked by two expressionless people in suits.
They said coldly, "Miss, please come with me."
The nurse was so frightened that she stepped back and threatened with a trembling voice, "You, what do you want to do?"
"Nothing else, I just want to invite you to be my guest." After one of them finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed her shoulders, and with a strong force, he stuffed him into the car behind her.
"Let go, let me go, help me..."
The nurse was so frightened that she screamed.
Unfortunately, it didn't work, and she was still held hostage and disappeared into the night.
Qiqi entered the operating room and had another long wait. Song Qiao's anxious thoughts gradually calmed down as time went by. She diverted her attention and looked at Gu Jingting.
"How was the situation over there just now?" she asked. "Qiqi's illness suddenly occurred, and my thoughts were disrupted. I didn't have time to ask those people."
Gu Jingting glanced sideways, raised his lips and joked, "I thought you only have her in your eyes now and can't remember anything else."
Song Qiao nodded honestly without hiding anything, "Well, to me, only she and Xiaotang are the most important." After a pause, he added, "Thank you for today."
Gu Jingting said, "It's not necessary. Who asked me to be your bodyguard?"
Song Qiao thought about asking Gu Jingting to protect her safety, but she never thought that she would let him go through life and death like this. If we really talk about it, she owed him.
Her head was a little numb and she didn't speak for the time being.
But as his thoughts were running, his eyes slowly swept over his body, trying to see if Gu Jingting was injured, but he was wearing all black today, so it was hard to tell what happened.
Song Qiao thought about it, and just as he was about to ask, his eyes suddenly froze.
"Are you injured?" Her voice was tight.
Gu Jingting was about to shake his head when he turned around and noticed Song Qiao's gaze. He looked down and realized that there was red blood left on the wall he had just leaned against.
"Well, it's a small injury." He said.
Song Qiao rushed to him, lowered his head to check the wound, but was afraid that he would aggravate the injury by messing around, so he simply dragged him to find a nurse, "Stop talking nonsense, the blood is almost flowing into a river."
Gu Jingting was still in the mood to joke with her at this time, "If this were really the case, I should go in and lie down together right now."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Song Qiao looked tense.
She took Gu Jingting to the doctor's office and rushed in. "Doctor, my friend is injured. Quickly take a look at him and bandage him."
Not surprised, the doctor slowly stood up and nodded his chin towards the bed next to him, "Sit over and let me take a look at you first."
Gu Jingting looked at him, lifted up the hem of his clothes and said, "I was cut with a knife. It might be a little deep and I need stitches. Take a look."
Song Qiao took a closer look and was stunned.
I saw a palm-long wound across the man's lean waist. The flesh and blood were turned out and the edges were white. As he breathed, blood slowly flowed out from it.
Her pupils shrank suddenly, she had no idea that the injury hidden under Gu Jingting's clothes would be so serious.
Judging from the way he was still thinking about joking with her just now, Song Qiao thought it was just a shallow scratch at most. She curled her fingers and gritted her teeth.
When the doctor saw the injury, he was also shocked, "Hey, young man, you can't feel any pain?"
With such a deep hole, if it had been anyone else, he would have been lying there crying and howling, but the man in front of him didn't change his expression.
Gu Jingting curled his lips, "Of course it hurts, but I'm afraid that if I shout, some people will be frightened."
He looked at Song Qiao, and sure enough, he was already standing and unable to speak.
The doctor grinned and regarded them as a couple. "Well done, you have courage. I'll give you an anesthetic first, and then I'll suture your wound."
As he spoke, he saw Song Qiao standing still and said, "Girl, don't be stunned. Come over and help. You hold his hand to help him share some of the pressure."
