Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

Song An could only open the door while holding an umbrella. Fu Nanli hugged Wen Qiao, who was soaked all over, and got into the car. The car slowly left the garden. Gu Xiao turned his back and the car drove away from behind him. He looked up. , the hands in his trouser pockets were clenched slightly.

In the car, Fu Nanli held the person in his arms and reached out to pinch her: "Qiaoer... wake up... wake up..."

Isn’t it less than thirteen days? Why the sudden coma?

Song An handed over a tissue, and Fu Nanli hurriedly took it out to wipe her face and head. Her whole body was wet, and she couldn't wipe it dry.

Wen Qiao's face even turned blue and gray, probably because she had been in the heavy rain for too long. Her whole body was cold, so cold that Fu Nanli was frightened.

He held her in his arms and kept rubbing her arms, hoping to help her warm up.

In the past, Qiaoer would suddenly wake up as soon as he came around. Why hasn't she woke up now?

"Call Zhou Jin and ask him to go to my hospital immediately."

"It's the young master."

Fu Nanli kept patting Wen Qiao's face, "Qiao'er, can you hear me? Don't sleep, don't sleep, now is not the time to sleep."

About twenty minutes later, when she was still some distance from the hospital, Wen Qiao suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed Fu Nanli's hand. Fu Nanli's eyes were full of worry and distress, and Wen Qiao's heart suffocated and she tightened her grip. his hand.

"Brother Nanli." The voice was hoarse and weak, with a pale face and trembling fingers.

Fu Nanli's heart almost broke.

"I'm here, I'm here, I'll be at the hospital soon, it's okay, it's okay."

Wen Qiao was like a drowning person holding on to the driftwood, holding on tightly, fearing that if she let go, the only life-saving straw that could keep her alive would disappear.

The car finally stopped at the entrance of the hospital. Song An got out of the car first and held an umbrella for his young master. Li Fang and Zhou Jin were waiting at the door. Fu Nanli got out of the car with him in his arms. He glanced at Zhou Jin, who looked clear. This time Xiao Wen was unconscious again, so it was a good opportunity to check her out.

Wen Qiao was pushed into the CT room, and Fu Nanli stood at the door waiting anxiously.

Half an hour later, Wen Qiao was pushed out in a hospital gown. His symptoms were much relieved, and he no longer had the splitting headache he had just now.

Fu Nanli stepped forward, held her hand, and looked at Zhou Jin, "How is she?"

"Send her to the ward first. She may catch a cold or have a fever if she's been exposed to the rain for too long, so be careful."

Fu Nanli carried Wen Qiao from the emergency room to the inpatient department.

Wen Qiao didn't have much strength, so she let him hold her.

When he arrived at the VIP ward, Fu Nanli did everything himself. He put her on the bed, took a hair dryer to help her dry her hair, and finally poured a cup of hot water for her to hold in her hand.

It was obviously midsummer, but Wen Qiao always felt that his body was trembling slightly, probably because he had been soaked in the rain for too long.

Fu Nanli sat next to her and whispered: "Is it still cold? How about taking a hot bath?"

Wen Qiao thought that the VIP ward in the private hospital was in good condition and could even take a hot bath. She shook her head: "It's okay. I'll listen to what Dr. Zhou has to say first."

Zhou Jin looked at Fu Nanli with some embarrassment. Should the condition be discussed in front of the patient?

Fu Nanli seemed to weigh it in his mind, and nodded: "Just tell me."

Zhou Jin hesitated: "Otherwise, you should come to my office and talk."

Wen Qiao's heart was in his throat, and he stretched out his hands to grab the thin quilt: "Can't you say it in front of me?"