Huo Jiaying's consciousness was dazed.
When he woke up again, he was already in the hospital, with a heavy respirator on his face, and white mist rising from his mouth and nose when breathing.
The mist gathered on the transparent respirator, but there was only one person in the ward.
Moreover, that person is not a caregiver.
She moved her eyes with difficulty.
The man sitting on the white leather sofa next to him slightly raised his chin, seeming to be thinking about something with his eyes lowered.
Feeling a slight movement on the side of the hospital bed, the man looked over thoughtfully.
The two eyes met.
The man's eyes darkened, and a cold smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
Huo Jiaying's heart skipped a beat and she looked excited: "Huo Ting!"
She screamed out vaguely while wearing a respirator, and when she noticed his smile, the blood all over her body seemed to be rushing like crazy.
She held the bed with her fingers to sit up from the bed - he was laughing!
He's actually laughing!
It must be him, it must be him who caused that car accident! He must have let the Land Rover knock over his sister's Maserati, otherwise, she wouldn't be lying in the hospital looking like this!
What on earth does the bastard Huo Ting want to do? ! !
Her eyes were filled with anger and her back teeth were clenched.
After holding up half of her body, her ribs felt as if a knife had been stabbed in the air, causing her to cough violently.
Huo Ting's tall body stood up from the white leather sofa. Seeing her excitement, he walked towards this side: "Aying, your ribs are broken, don't move."
His voice was gentle, as if the sneer on his lips just now was just an illusion.
His hand reached out, trying to comfort her to lie down.
But she used her strength and swung him away: "You don't need to pretend to be kind!!"
Her movements were slightly larger, her eyebrows were furrowed, and blood immediately surged in her chest. The pain from her broken ribs made her face pale and she curled up.
Huo Ting saw that she was not good, and pressed the nurse's bell with a serious look on his brows.
In less than half a minute, doctors and nurses came over after hearing the news.
Huo Jiaying was in so much pain that she almost couldn't breathe. The injury seemed much more serious than what the doctor said.
The expression on his face became cold, and the eyes between his pupils became even colder.
Huo Ting was in the ward seeing a doctor checking Huo Jiaying. A confidant secretary came over and whispered in his ear: "Miss Song is here."
When Huo Ting heard this, he looked towards the door.
As expected, there was a shadowy figure standing outside the ward behind the transparent and blurry stained glass.
Huo Ting glanced at his secretary and walked out.
After opening the ward door, the strong smell of disinfectant in the corridor spread into the nasal cavity.
Song Yunxuan wore a pink woolen coat, a snow-white scarf wrapped around her neck, her hair was tied loosely into a ball, and a pearl headdress was pinned on.
Huo Ting couldn't help but feel suspicious when he saw that she looked sweet but her face was extremely pale.
Song Yunxuan glanced into the ward with the door ajar: "Your little sister's injury seems a bit serious."
"Three broken ribs."
Huo Ting told Song Yunxuan about Huo Jiaying's injury without any concealment.
"That's it," Song Yunxuan sighed, feeling somewhat sympathetic, "Then it must hurt a lot, right?"
There are various injuries on the human body that can cause pain, but Song Yunxuan feels that the most painful thing is a broken rib.
This kind of wound is inside the human body. If it does not endanger important organs, it will be treated conservatively. During this period, rapid treatment and fixation such as surgery and insertion of steel nails will not be performed, and it can only be rested.
It's just that during this resting period, as long as I breathe a little harder, my ribs will hurt terribly.
Song Yunxuan still sympathized with Huo Jiaying's situation, but...
"If the ribs are broken, I'm afraid it will be uncomfortable to even take a step, right?"
Her soft voice reached Huo Ting's ears, but Huo Ting frowned: "Two cars collided. After the car overturned, it was common for the person sitting in the driver's seat to suffer broken ribs due to the impact."
"It is indeed very common, but if she can't even take a step, what will you do next?"
Although these words are concise, the meaning behind them is that it is completely certain that Huo Ting sent someone to do the car accident.
And he also hinted that what he did this time was inappropriate.
Huo Ting's eyebrows were gloomy - he originally had a plan to order someone to knock over the car that Huo Jiaying and Huo Jiahui were riding in.
He had not thought about killing either of them, but it was absolutely impossible for them to appear in front of Huo Qixiong rashly at this time.
Huo Jiahui originally stayed out of this complicated plan, but unfortunately, Zhang Yufang was unwilling to do so and insisted on letting Huo Jiaying convey the news of her pregnancy to Huo Qixiong.
If Huo Qixiong knew that she was pregnant, he would definitely not let her live in Yangshan.
As long as Huo Qixiong brings Zhang Yufang back to the Huo family's mansion, his plan to take over the power of the Huo family will be disrupted, or even the chance will be completely lost.
In this case, Huo Jiahui helped Huo Jiaying to convey the news to Huo Qixiong, how could he let her go
"The person who originally drove the car should be Ah Hui."
Huo Ting's voice was cold.
Song Yunxuan came to see him alone. Knowing that it was inconvenient to talk in the corridor, she turned around and walked forward with him: "I think your plan should be the same as mine."
Huo Ting cracked his mouth and smiled: "Although there are thousands of ways, there is only one fastest, right?"
"Huo Jiaying's ribs are broken and she can't move a step. She can't help anymore." Song Yunxuan's eyes were calm. Even if there was a change in the plan, she was not necessarily so angry.
Huo Ting nodded and paused slightly as he passed Ward 808.
Song Yunxuan saw the name of the patient in the ward from the name plate at the door of the ward, and her eyes were slightly startled: "How is Huo Jiahui's injury?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Ting was about to speak.
A sudden cry from the ward suddenly interrupted what Huo Ting was about to say.
Heartbroken cries could be heard coming from the ward, and the soothing voices of doctors and nurses could also be heard -
"Miss Huo, calm down..."
"Let go! Give me a mirror, give me a mirror, I want to look in the mirror!!"
"Miss Huo, Miss Huo, don't get excited!"
Inside, the comforting voices of nurses and doctors kept coming.
But he still couldn't stop the woman from crying.
There was a loud bang.
It seemed as if the glass inside had been smashed, and there was a crashing sound of glass breaking inside.
The doctor shouted: "Get her!!"
Then there was the sound of chaos.
Song Yunxuan turned to look at Huo Ting with a hint of surprise: "She is disfigured?"
Huo Ting nodded.
Song Yunxuan's eyebrows darkened, and she silently walked to the door of the ward. She put her fingers on the handle of the ward door, twisted it slightly, and looked inside.
There was chaos inside. Three women in light pink nurse uniforms pressed Huo Jiahui on the bed, and a doctor was injecting something into her arm.
No need to ask, Song Yunxuan also knew that the injection must be a sedative or something to stabilize the mood.
She looked away and closed the door silently: "How is the wound on her face?"
Huo Ting's voice was cold: "There are two serious scratches, which are in the shape of a cross, and the wounds are very deep. I'm afraid it won't be restored to its original appearance."
"In the past, this kind of wound could be called disfigurement, but now, there are many ways to restore the face to its original appearance, right?"
Huo Ting didn't care what Huo Jiahui's face would look like.
Now he just wants to think about what to do next.
Huo Jiahui gradually became quiet in the ward. Song Yunxuan reached for the patient nameplate hanging at the door of the ward: "For Huo Jiahui, having her face ruined is like the sky falling. In the entertainment industry, a beautiful face cannot or missing.”
Of course, this is true.
Huo Ting did not deny that what Song Yunxuan said was right.
Today's entertainment industry is a mixed bag, and many female celebrities will make more or less changes to their appearance in order to become famous.
Naturally, there are many people who have gained a foothold in the entertainment industry through plastic surgery, but natural beauties are rare.
Huo Jiahui can be regarded as a natural beauty.
Because she has gained so many fans with her beautiful and natural face.
But some fans simply like her face. If her face is ruined, they may not support her as always.
She put the nameplate with Huo Jiahui's name in her hand: "It is said that good looks are very important in the entertainment industry, and celebrities who have plastic surgery or disfigurement will cause the loss of fans. Rather than having their faces ruined, fans will prefer that their idols are just A few broken ribs.”
She raised her eyes to look at Huo Ting, her eyes were clear and bright, and the corners of her lips were raised meaningfully.
The bright and clear eyes on Song Yunxuan's beautiful face shocked Huo Ting slightly. Huo Ting subconsciously looked at the name tag in Song Yunxuan's hand: "What do you mean..."
"Mr. Huo has a quick mind and should know exactly what I am thinking. I have other things to do, so I will take the first step."
After saying that, she handed over the name tag in her hand and motioned to Huo Ting to take it.
Huo Ting hesitated for a moment. After half a second, he reached out and took the nameplate with Huo Jiahui's name on it. Then, he turned and looked in the direction of Huo Jiaying's ward.
Song Yunxuan turned and left with a deep smile in her eyes.
Huo Ting is in a turbulent family like the Huo family, so he doesn't know what to do.
And if he can do it smoothly this time, then the road in the future will be much smoother.
Whether it's his Huo Ting's path or her Song Yunxuan's path.
…
Song Yunxuan left the hospital and saw Chu Mochen's car at the entrance of the hospital.
Chu Mochen got out of the car and waited for her. His tall body stood in front of the car door. Seeing her coming, he opened the door of the passenger seat with one hand: "How is the injury?"
"It should be restored soon."
Song Yunxuan got into the car and was slightly surprised when she saw Chu Mochen also opened the door and sat on the driver's seat: "Don't you want to go take a look?"
"With her injuries, she shouldn't want to see anyone."
Song Yunxuan raised her eyebrows slightly, but smiled.
Chu Mochen seemed to have already known about Huo Jiahui's injury.
He was right. How could a beautiful woman like Huo Jiahui put down her pride and let others see her disfigured appearance
Chu Mochen really understood her.
Song Yunxuan was slightly concerned, but didn't say much.
As the car drove forward, Chu Mochen held the steering wheel with one hand and pulled the invitation from the storage slot between the two of them with the other hand: "Take a look."
Song Yunxuan looked at the gold-gilded invitation with slight astonishment and said strangely: "Whose wedding invitation is it?"
She asked, but Chu Mochen didn't answer.
Song Yunxuan started to look at it.
Under the supervision, he was stunned for an instant.