The nurse took the tray over and looked at Qiao Ruoqing, who was fully armed. She didn't recognize that she was a celebrity and said in a businesslike manner, "Please stretch out your hand and put it here."
She pointed to the wrist rest on the table.
Although Qiao Ruoqing was dissatisfied with her perfunctory attitude, she still swallowed her anger and put her hand on it.
While the nurse was applying medicine and bandaging her wound, she kept crying out in pain, which annoyed the nurse, who finally managed to bandage her wound.
Qiao Ruoqing was not satisfied again: "You wrapped it too casually, wrap it twice more for me."
The nurse looked at her hand, which was not seriously injured, and speechlessly wrapped it a few more times until it looked like a dumpling. Only then did Qiao Ruoqing nod in satisfaction.
"That's more like it."
The nurse didn't bother to pay attention to her. She picked up the tray and said to her, "Turn left when you leave to pay."
…
Qiao Ruoqing walked out of the emergency room.
She was taking out her cell phone and walking towards the payment counter, planning to check out the trending searches.
Then she heard someone calling her from behind.
"Qiao Ruoqing!"
Who is it
She frowned and turned around, only to see her agent rushing over.
Ashley was still wearing his home clothes, and it was obvious that he was resting at home and was called out temporarily.
When Qiao Ruoqing first saw her, she didn't care. She thought Ashley came to find her because of the popularity on the Internet, so she stood there waiting for Ashley to run towards her breathlessly.
Then he said arrogantly: "What are you doing here?"
Ashley looked at her stupid look, not realizing that disaster was about to happen, and sneered, "You didn't really cut your wrists, did you?"
"I don't understand what you are saying." Qiao Ruoqing's eyes flashed.
Ashley exposed her without hesitation: "Stop pretending. I don't know you well enough. Would you be willing to hurt yourself?"
Qiao Ruoqing immediately asked: "What are you doing here? If you are not here to care about me, you can leave." Aisley was too lazy to talk nonsense with her: "You are causing trouble."
Qiao Ruoqing still doesn't take it seriously: "Tsk, who can I offend?"
"My agent is a traitor and the company won't help me. Who can I offend in my current state? How come my suicide offends you?"
When Aisley saw her sarcastic look, he knew that Qiao Ruoqing would not listen to anything he said.
She simply said nothing.
"Mr. Zhang will be here soon, just listen to what he has to say!"
"Mr. Zhang?"
Qiao Ruoqing, who had always been arrogant and sarcastic, finally showed a trace of panic on her face when she heard that Zhang Yang was coming.
She had met Zhang Yang before and was well aware of his status in the Beijing circle. She couldn't help but worry whether the halo of her cheap cousin would still work.
*
Half an hour later.
Zhang Yang drove to the hospital at lightning speed.
He had called Ashley on the way here and knew their location.
Zhang Yang parked the car and drove quickly. In less than ten minutes, he found Ashley and Qiao Ruoqing hiding in a remote corner.
Asley followed Qiao Ruoqing closely, fearing that she would cause trouble again at this critical moment, and insisted on not letting her use her cell phone.
Just as the two sides were arguing, Zhang Yang walked over quickly.
"Mr. Zhang."
When Ai Sili saw Zhang Yang coming over, he let go of the hand that was fighting for Qiao Ruoqing's phone, and hurriedly greeted Zhang Yang, saying, "Mr. Zhang, I asked the doctor and her wound is not deep."
Zhang Yang walked straight past her and stopped in front of Qiao Ruoqing.
"Are you Qiao Ruoqing?" The last time he saw Qiao Ruoqing, he only had a quick glance and did not take a close look at what the artist signed to his company looked like.
(End of this chapter)