"Mr. Su?"

Song Qingchun stopped in front of Su Zhinian and shouted his name first. Seeing that he still showed no signs of waking up, he stretched his neck and glanced at his face. Only then did he find that he was elegant and delicate Her eyebrows were curled tightly, and she looked very painful. Her lips were almost pale, without any slight blood, and her fair-faced, cold face glowed with a strange flush.

The room was quiet, his breathing was rapid, and every stroke was as heavy as a catty, giving a feeling of difficulty breathing.

Song Qingchun's brow furrowed, reached out, gently probed Su Zhinian's forehead, and then shrank back suddenly.

How did he burn so badly? It's like hot water.

"Su Zhinian? Su Zhinian!" Song Qingchun hurriedly reached out and shook Su Zhinian's shoulders, shouting his voice a lot louder, because of anxiety, he directly blurted out his name.

But the man was still in a comatose state. Because of her shaking, his unbuttoned suit jacket was open, and she saw that the white suit he was wearing was covered with blood.

Song Qingchun was shocked. He panned off his clothes in a panic. When he saw that there was no injury on his body, he rummaged to another location and found a bandage on his right head.

The white gauze was stained with blood, and some bright red stained the sofa.

How did he hurt his head? And like Enan, it looks very serious...

He also had such a high fever, will there be any danger to his life?

When Song Qingnian thought of Sunsao’s departure, she told her that Su Zhinian had a family doctor who could contact him in an emergency, so he hurriedly got out his phone from the bag and panicked in the call log After searching for a while, I found the name "Dr. Xia" and quickly dialed it out.

Hanging up the phone, Song Qingchun spent a lot of effort, dragging Su Zhinian into the elevator, went to the second floor, and then put him into his bed-with difficulty.

She first stripped off his **** clothes, then took a hot towel to wipe off the blood on his body, pulled a thick silk quilt, and covered him.

Less than five minutes after being busy, Song Qingchun heard the car whistle downstairs. She glanced through the window and came from the door of the villa, and hurried down to open the door.

Dr. Xia was almost sixty years old and had a lot of white hair, but he walked and walked vigorously.

On the phone, he asked a lot about Su Zhinian, so he brought a lot of inspection tools when he came, and Song Qingnian helped to carry the two layers together.

Dr. Xia checked Su Zhinian for half an hour before taking off the mask.

"Dr. Xia, how is Mr. Su?" Song Qingchun, who had been in the bedroom, stood up from the sofa and asked.

"Fortunately, the wound was treated and there was no infection. I changed the dressing for him again, but before the wound is completely healed, there may still be a small amount of bleeding, but it is not a big deal. He burned so badly to avoid the condition. Deterioration, I have to give him a hang needle." Dr. Xia said while taking several medicines from the medicine box, began to mix, and then injected into glucose water, hung on a simple bracket, holding the needle Punching into the blood vessel on Su Zhinian's right hand, he plunged into it accurately.