Chapter 7: Death Must Be Qualifying
“…… Fifi! Mu Rongfei! ”
In the haze, Mu An'an's noisy voice came from all around.
It seems to be stuffed in the throat, and it is turned upside down.
The desire to vomit poured out, and Mu An'an's voice around him became more noisy, but this time, I couldn't hear a word clearly.
Because I threw up with a "wow".
After throwing up, I felt a little more conscious.
Mu An'an's voice came again, "Is it better?" Fifi? Don't be afraid, the hospital will be here soon! ”
Hospital?
What hospital?
No, I'm going to die, I'm ......
"Shut up!" The voice came from my head, "Hurry up!" ”
I suddenly came to my senses.
At the same time, the horrible thing stabbed me in the throat again.
This time I knew, it was the smell of cigarettes.
It's the finger of prosperity.
I was subjected to this torture for a long time to come.
Those two fingers kept digging into my throat, forcing me to vomit, and then I was pinched open and poured cold water into it.
I vomited until I couldn't vomit, and my chaotic brain gradually regained its clarity because of this.
Bustling...... It's giving me vomiting.
Finally, the car stopped.
The fingers in my mouth were pumped out, and my throat was burning with pain.
I took advantage of this gap to wipe the tears welling up in my eyes from excessive vomiting, and saw that Fanhua was pinching his handkerchief while unbuckling my seat belt.
I looked at his serious side face and couldn't help but speak: "Prosperous ......"
He didn't seem to hear at all, and with a gloomy face, he unbuckled my seat belt and made a gesture to open the door.
"I'm sorry," I tried to make myself clear, "I didn't mean to, you give me another chance......
It must have been Mu Anan who called him.
He has always treated me well in front of outsiders.
Now the car was filled with the smell of nausea and vomit, and the cuffs of the bustling white shirt were stained.
Not only did he not die as he wished, but he also caused him such trouble......
But I really didn't mean to.
The bustling action stopped, and he turned his head to look at it.
I looked into his cold eyes, and my heart fluttered.
He always stared at me with hatred and always scared me.
"Opportunity?" He opened his mouth coldly, "Why? ”
Why?
I......
Do you have to be eligible to die?
I explained, "I mean, I'm going to keep killing myself." ”
"That's what I'm talking about," Fanhua said, reaching out and pinching my face, "If you dare to seek death or life, don't even think of getting a penny from me!" ”
With that, he pulled the car door and got out of the car.
After washing his stomach, the young male doctor with silver-rimmed eyes took the test sheet and said, "It's quite clean, and there will be no problems in the hospital for the next two days...... But why do you have this medicine? ”
He has a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, and he always stares into my eyes without a moment when he speaks.
Mu An'an sat next to him and asked, "Which medicine?" ”
The doctor looked at her and then at me again.
Mu Anan also turned his head to look at me: "What kind of medicine are you taking?" Isn't it a sleeping pill? ”
"It's sleeping pills." I looked at the doctor and said, "That's why I'm prescribing so much because I have insomnia." ”
The doctor bowed slightly, "I see." Then he looked at Mu An'an, "Sleeping pills are prescription drugs, I asked her, because it is illegal to open so many privately, and I need to know the source." ”
The doctor prescribed several tests, saying that it was to rule out adverse effects of the drug.