The crying sounds were still there on the other end of the phone, and Jian'er on the phone was like a headless fly.

"Jinxiu, what happened to my beauty Ouyang? Don't just cry!" The crying made Jian'er's head widen. You know, even though Jinxiu looked charming, her tomboy's nature was deeply rooted in Jian'er's heart.

She has seen this girl beat others until she cried, and she has scolded others until she cried very often. Even if she is cried, it is common to make others cry, but this is all about making others cry, but Jian'er has never seen her cry before (of course, pretending to cry is not counted).

But what happened today? Why did Jinxiu suddenly cry like this? Don’t have something wrong with this girl, right? A bad premonition surged into Jian'er’s heart, and Jian'er couldn’t sit still because of her terror.

"Jian'er, wow~" she cried again, "I'm in the hospital now, big brother, wow, big brother is going to die, what should I do? wow~!"

Hospital! Death! The three words entered Jian'er's mind, and the bad premonition became even heavier, because when these three words were connected together, it would not be a good thing for anyone. Thinking of the elder brother who had only one meeting but still left a very good impression on Jian'er, Jian'er also felt panic.

"Xuan, don't cry first, come and tell me first, which hospital are you in now? I'll rush over immediately." Knowing that his best friend's mood might be on the verge of losing control, Jian'er couldn't hold back and stood up and followed him.

"I, I'm in the First Affiliated Hospital of Z University," Jin Xiu said on the other side of the phone while sobbing sounds from time to time. "Jian'er, I'm so scared, it's all my fault, wuwu~~"

"I understand, don't be afraid of Xiu, I'll go there right away. Believe me, your elder brother will definitely not be in trouble." After that, he hung up the phone. He just looked up and wanted to say something to Mr. Song.

Mr. Song waved his hand reasonably: "Okay, I've heard it all. If you clean up here, just go ahead and do your business first." After hesitating for a moment, the old man added another sentence. "If you can't be busy on Monday, forget about Li Mo's business."

Although I only heard a few words, after a little inference, the old man who was sophisticated could not tell that this incident was quite serious. Although if I really couldn't get Li Mo, he might lose some face, but this face is not omnipotent and sometimes I have to give up. He is not the ungrateful person. The old man knows very well that if something really happened, this girl would never have the heart to see this "treasure fight" again, so I should say it out by myself. Don't let the girl make things difficult for her.

Jian'er looked at the old man with a little embarrassed look. After all, Jian'er also understood that if she hadn't really gotten along with her, she wouldn't have easily helped her see this Maitreya Buddha. Jian'er didn't think that ordinary people had such a great face, so she asked the old man to get up early in the morning to wait. According to normal circumstances, it would be quite good for the old man to not let someone wait. And if it weren't for the old man to take action, Jian'er wouldn't think that she could take out the treasure inside completely with her own abilities.

Mr. Song's face-loving personality can also be seen by Jian'er, and Jian'er also understands very well that at their level, sometimes face is more important than anything else. Jian'er understands better what the old man is about Li Mo. Because in several conversations, the old man has mentioned more than once how much he expects to fight a turnaround with Li Mo. If this weren't the case, the old man wouldn't have coaxed, deceived and threatened her to remember that Monday must be on time.

Now, the old man actually took the initiative to ask Jian'er not to care about so much. His affairs are important. Jian'er felt this kind of caring heart. Not only that, Mr. Song thought that Jian'er had not seen it. His reluctant look at this set of "mother money" was also looked at...

Mr. Song's understanding made Jian'er extremely grateful, so she also made a decision: "Mr., I will temporarily send this whole set of 'mother money' to you. If, I mean, if I really can't catch up, if you don't dislike them, just use them if you can use them."

As soon as Jian'er said something, Mr. Song shook his hand. He didn't understand Jian'er's mind. Is this girl still caring about his old face: "Okay, my old man thanked me for your trust!" He got up and took out a piece of paper from the drawer, wrote a few lines of words, and then solemnly covered his fingerprints, and handed them to Jian'er, "Even if you can trust me, this rule cannot be messed up."

Jian'er took it and found that it was a receipt. It was clearly written on it. Jian'er's heart heated up again. This old man...

However, some words don't need to be said clearly, and some things are just kept in mind. Jian'er nodded to the old man and left first. After all, while Jian'er is worried about the eldest brother of the Ouyang family, Jinxiu is also really worried, especially the sentence "It's all my fault!" on the phone, let Jian'er know that the reason for the accident between the eldest brother of the Ouyang family may be related to this girl. She has to hurry over and don't let this girl who is obviously already stubborn to do stupid things in a while.

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A sudden brake sounded in the parking lot of the First Affiliated Hospital of Z University, followed by a young woman's hurried footsteps. However, this scene was normal in the hospital, so it did not attract any dissatisfaction, but only sympathy and understanding.

"Xuan, where are you now?" The phone call finally answered, and Jian'er breathed a sigh of relief. Along the way, because she was worried that this girl would do stupid things, Jian'er kept calling Jinxiu, but the phone was either on the phone or no one answered it, which made Jian'er very anxious.

"I'm in the emergency room." Jinxiu's voice seemed to be sleepwalking.

Jian'er's heart thrust, could it be that Brother Ouyang's situation was very bad when he heard this sound? Jian'er accelerated his pace and turned his fast-moving into a trot, and he did not forget to comfort him. From the sound, he could hear that the situation was also very bad. "Zu, don't worry, don't you always tell me that your brothers are all Nine-Life Cats? Believe me, Nine-Life Cats are very lucky, and this time it will be fine. Besides, according to your elder brother's strength and difficulty, if I were the King of Hell, I wouldn't accept him. I would have recruited terrorists for the underworld."

Jian'er tried her best to loosen her words. With her understanding of Jinxiu, she would never give her any pressure at this time, because this girl's emotions were almost completely collapsed. She had to be faster. Jinxiu needs her now!

He grabbed a passing nurse and asked where the operating room of the emergency room was, and Jian'er kept rushing towards it.

Outside the operating room door with a red light, a familiar figure appeared and came into Jian'er's eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief, and Jian'er walked over carefully.

"Xu, are you okay?" Jian'er asked softly while squatting beside Jinxiu. However, as he approached, Jian'er noticed that Jinxiu's situation was not too good now. Her clothes were covered with a mixture of dust and blood, and there were still many scratches on her exposed skin. Fortunately, these large blood stains could be seen not from Jinxiu herself. Jian'er's heart was relaxed and tightened. If it weren't Jinxiu, it was probably Brother Ouyang's! So much blood... Jian'er suddenly looked up at the operating room where the red light was still on, with worry in her eyes.

He lowered his head again and looked at his whole body as if he had become a little stupid. Jian'er was even more worried. It seemed that this girl didn't hear her words. She was okay? "Embroidery!" Jian'er was a little anxious and pushed Jinxiu gently. If this problem also followed, the trouble would be even greater...

After a half-beat slow, Jinxiu finally came back to her senses under Jian'er's nudge and slowly raised her face.

The usual confidence and cheerfulness have completely disappeared, and Jinxiu's eyes are all mute, like a marionette, as if every slight movement will sound a "crunch, crunch" friction sound.

"Jane, Er..." The two words were spit out from Jinxiu's trembling lips with difficulty.

"Here, I'm here, don't be afraid of Xiu, I'll be with you." The tomboy's iron bones had completely disappeared, and Jinxiu, exposed in front of Jian'er, was as weak as if a gust of wind could blow. Jian'er hurriedly held Jinxiu's hand and wanted to give her some strength.

It was so cold! Jinxiu's hands were so cold that they were not even warm at all. Jian'er stretched out her hand and pulled Jinxiu into her arms, hoping to give her some support.

She doesn't want to be arrogant, but to be honest, compared to Ouyang Ren, who is still fighting with the god of death in the operating room, Jian'er is more worried about Jinxiu's situation. In her eyes, Ouyang Ren, who has always taken good care of herself, is much lighter than Ouyang Ren, who has only met with one meeting.

In Jian'er's arms, Jinxiu seemed to have found a little support. Although her movements were still slow, it seemed much better than the previous one that was almost completely unresponsive.

The shaking hands slowly raised, and the palms slowly spread out. Several pieces of paper that were stacked together, which had been wrinkled by Jinxiu, appeared in Jian'er's eyes.

Jian'er picked it up with confusion and unfolded the wrinkled papers - critical illness notice!

The sheets of paper were all filled with critical illness notices! Jian'er's heart was thrust, and she really didn't know how Jinxiu survived it alone. These critical illness notices were like huge rocks pressing on Jinxiu's shoulders. No wonder Jinxiu became that way when she came.

Jian'er quickly folded the paper, put it away, and then said with ease: "Embroidery, don't worry, you know that these hospitals have always been small things and big things now. You think that when I was in college, I had a little dehydration after a heatstroke. Didn't the doctors also give me a notice of critical illness? Don't you know this? This paper is not valuable, and the doctor can write a few at will."

"But there are many surgical notices..." Jin Xiu tightened Jian'er's hand, as if she had grabbed the last driftwood.

"Uh, that's right, that's the sign that you have to do as long as you have surgery. Even if you have an appendix, don't you have to sign it. Don't be afraid, it's normal, it's normal." Jian'er racked her brains to find another reason.

"Well, normal, normal!" Jinxiu kept repeating this sentence as if she agreed or comforted herself.

At this moment, a sudden burst of rapid footsteps sounded from the other end of the corridor. Who is coming?
Chapter completed!