Si Zhengting pursed his lips and strode forward with Zhuang Nainai in his arms.
At night in BJ City, the lights are bright.
Pedestrians were rushing around, some were still in their cars, and some couldn't wait to get out of the car to see what was happening ahead.
When Si Zhengting passed them by with Zhuang Nainai in his arms, everyone craned their necks to see what was going on.
He ran very fast, sweat beading on his forehead, but he hugged Zhuang Nainai tenderly and considerately, trying to keep her from being too bumpy and prevent the coat on her from falling off.
That kind of speed and gentleness are so strangely combined, but they don't feel inconsistent.
Five kilometers away, Si Zhengting hugged someone and ran non-stop for twenty minutes.
He rushed into the hospital with a calm face and grabbed the nurse and doctor in the emergency room. His forceful look made people think that his wife had some terminal illness.
A group of people rushed Zhuang Nainai to the emergency room, where blood was drawn and tests were conducted. The final conclusion was that a high fever caused by inflammation, combined with not eating for a whole day, and low blood sugar caused her fainting.
While nurses and doctors came in and out, Si Zhengting always lowered his head and sat quietly on a chair in the corridor.
Finally, after hearing the doctor's conclusion, Si Zhengting raised his head, his blank eyes gradually fixed on the doctor, "Is it serious?"
When he raised his head, the doctor finally saw that his face was covered with blood stains!
The doctor suddenly exclaimed, "What's wrong with you?"
Si Zhengting's eyes flashed and he fainted.
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In the high-end VIP ward of the hospital.
Zhuang Nainai lay on the white hospital bed and closed her eyes tightly.
The black hair spread all over the pillow, and even more so, the rosy cheeks were pale and transparent, as if they might disappear at any time.
Si Zhengting was sitting on the sofa. His forehead was wrapped with white gauze. He was not close to her, even a little far away, but he leaned there and stared at her without blinking.
"Creak" the door opened, and the doctor and nurse came to check the room.
After examining Zhuang Nainai's body, the doctor came to Si Zhengting and said respectfully, "Mr. Si."
"How is she?" Si Zhengting asked coldly.
The doctor replied politely, "Mr. Si, Mrs. Si has no major problem anymore. In comparison, your injury is more serious and you need more rest. You..."
Before he finished speaking, Si Zhengting glanced over with an indifferent gaze, interrupted the doctor's words, and continued to ask: "It's okay, why aren't you awake yet?"
A day and a night had passed, but Zhuang Nainai was still lying there with no intention of waking up.
The doctor knew that talking was useless, so he followed Si Zhengting's words and replied: "Mrs. Si has worked too hard in the past few years, and her nutrition is not good enough. This is a disease caused by overwork, and now it has exploded. Mrs. Si's health is not good. It’s not a big problem, it just needs to be replenished. As for why Mrs. Si can’t wake up now, I guess it’s because she’s too tired and there’s no need to take any measures. Just let her get enough sleep.”
When Si Zhengting heard this, he was slightly startled. Did he get sick from overwork
Five years ago, she was obviously so healthy and beautiful. In the physical examination items during the college entrance examination, she excelled in all aspects of her body.
He still remembered that when the results came out, Zhuang Nainai looked at his report card very nervously, "Although you heirs usually exercise, your studies are too heavy after all, and you might have some hidden disease. "
(End of chapter)