On the hospital bed, Mu Qinghan held a drawing board, and the paintbrush in his hand sketched one stroke at a time.

A whole sheet of white drawing paper, painted red, and in the middle, there was a blood-red baby, which was very terrifying.

Even if Mu Qinghan has been cultivating for half a month, her body has recovered a little, and she has not seen sunlight for a long time, making her already pale skin even whiter.

Only a pair of eyes, getting darker and darker, like a dark night that can never shine into the luster.

"Too, madam?" the maid didn't dare to put away the lunch box, and looked at the woman very nervously, as if if she didn't pay attention, she would disappear completely, or turn into a pool of blood.

Enduring the tingling sensation on her scalp, the maid stepped forward step by step, and as soon as her hand touched the drawing board, she was suddenly pushed away.

She looked over again, horrified and stunned.

In Mu Qinghan's black pupils, the cold light was terrifying, her upper body was straight, and her body exuded a piercing chill, however, this is not the most important thing, the important thing is that there is a kind of nobility that seems to be born in her demeanor, and under the coldness of her eyes, there is a kind of arrogance that ordinary people can't reach.

How could this woman, who usually looks like a coward, have such a powerful momentum?

The maid couldn't help but take two steps back and swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously, "Madam, you ......"

"Get out. When Mu Qinghan opened his mouth, it was cold, and the entire ward seemed to be frozen.

The maid felt like he had seen a ghost, this Mu Qinghan could still come back to life after jumping off the building, wasn't he really possessed by something?

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she turned and fled.

After the servant left, a person came out under her hospital bed.

"Miss, are you really not leaving?" This is a middle-aged woman, her hands hanging respectfully, and the fabric she is wearing is almost more expensive than Mu Qinghan's surgery fee.

Mu Qinghan took the drawing board and carefully depicted the child, the blood was blurred, making people unbearable to look at it directly.

The middle-aged woman was still persuading, "If you don't want to go, don't treat yourself like this," she handed over a piece of information, "I have done what you told me before, and these are helpful for you to stay." ”

Mu Qinghan's entire painting paper had completely turned blood-red, as if it was soaked in blood, "Stay." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the door of the ward suddenly rang, and the middle-aged woman neatly flipped to the window, followed the water pipe, and climbed to another ward.

Li Tingshen stood at the door of the ward, and the anger almost converged into a tornado, almost pressing the air pressure of the entire ward to zero, "Did you do it?"

Luo Shiqing behind him was still crying, "Ah Shen, they all said that the person who made the main envoy was surnamed Mu, who else could it be?"

Mu Qinghan clumped up the paper on the drawing board and threw it into the trash can on the side, his voice was cool, completely different from the previous soft and glutinous, "I only made one painting, and I just threw it away." ”

"Mu Qinghan, you are getting more and more bold, heh, dare to do something to the teacher?" The chill in Li Tingshen's eyes was there, he didn't appear once in half a month, and the first time they met, it was a cold question.

Luo Shiqing cried, "Qinghan, I know you hate me, it's just ......" She looked at Mu Qinghan aggrievedly, "You can't find someone to kidnap me, with the intention of forcibly ......" She bit her lip, tears falling down.

Mu Qinghan's dark eyes were deep, as if he didn't have any emotion, and his voice was calm and indifferent, "Mr. Li, since you think I did it, how you want to punish it, it's just a matter of one sentence, come and question me, is it interesting?"