Lu Zian held Jamel Xiao's hand and continued: "With my grandpa here, nothing will happen to Weiwei."
However, just as Lu Zian finished speaking, the two young nurses over there turned their backs to them and were talking about Ye Weiwei's situation.
"Ms. Ye has been vomiting blood just now, and the old director's heart is clenched." The tall nurse sighed softly as she spoke.
The short nurse also sighed together, "What's going on with Miss Ye? She's fine. She suddenly vomits blood. It's not tuberculosis. Could she be poisoned?"
Their voices were not loud, but the two people with good hearing could hear them clearly.
After listening to this, the two men's faces became terrifyingly gloomy. They didn't even stop and rushed towards the ward.
There was a clang.
The door of the ward hit the wall hard, Xiao Jamel stood there with a complicated expression, and Lu Zian also looked anxious.
Ye Weiwei happened to be sitting on the hospital bed. Unfortunately, she coughed up blood again.
Mr. Lu was giving her acupuncture.
"Weiwei!" Xiao Jamhan's voice was hoarse, his brows were knitted tightly, and his feet felt as if a thousand pounds had fallen, so heavy.
If it was before, he could rush over quickly, but now he feels guilty that he was negligent.
He should have discovered something was wrong with Ye Weiwei earlier and sent her to the hospital earlier.
No, Ye Weiwei's reaction in the Xiao family was different from usual.
Xiao Jinghan realized this, his eyes widened suddenly, and he took two steps to Ye Weiwei's hospital bed. He squatted down and placed his hands on the edge of the hospital bed. The bed collapsed, leaving two palm prints.
"Weiwei, does it hurt?" He said this carefully, but it was not difficult to hear that he was also in pain.
The man's face was originally like an ice sculpture, but at this moment, because he felt sorry for Ye Weiwei, his beautiful eyebrows were knitted together, and the corners of his eyes were filled with pain.
It seemed that he was the one who was poisoned.
"Jing Han, don't let her talk, I'm looking for a way to detoxify." Mr. Lu pulled out a silver needle and glanced at Xiao Jamhan lightly.
Ye Weiwei's current mental state is actually not that good. She is in a trance and cannot hear what they are saying clearly. She can only feel a pair of eyes looking at her affectionately.
"Okay, I'll stay with her." Xiao Jamhan stood up and looked at Ye Weiwei quietly.
Xiao Jamhan was surprisingly quiet at this moment, even Lu Zian was too.
The nurses stared at the two men in surprise, as if the two men running wildly just now were not them.
"Ahem..." Ye Weiwei spit out another mouthful of blood, then closed her eyes and leaned back.
Xiao Jamhan nervously supported her and wanted to lay her down, but Mr. Lu said: "You can't lie down flat. Hold her first while I draw a tube of blood for testing."
"Okay." Xiao Jamhan carefully supported Ye Weiwei, as if Ye Weiwei at this moment was a fragile glass that would break if she was not careful.
He felt distressed, really distressed.
Mr. Lu watched the nurse finish drawing blood and then use silver needles to seal Ye Weiwei's two big holes, and then asked Jamel Xiao to put her down.
During the entire operation, Xiao Jinghan, Xiao Mochen, and Lu Zian didn't say a word, looking at Mr. Lu like sculptures.
"It hurts..." Ye Weiwei suddenly yelled out one word. She yelled it unconsciously, but her voice was hoarse, which made people feel very distressed.
Xiao Jamhan's hands were clenched tightly, and the protruding veins on them revealed his anger at the moment.
Mr. Lu glanced at it and said nothing more.
In fact, he was also angry. He also wanted to find the poisoner immediately and cut them into pieces.