Chapter 725: Rescue Zhao Wu
However, Mrs. Zhao also understands that now is not the time to worry. Her son's body is the most important thing. She hurriedly called someone to carry Zhao Wu into the house.
And Chu Xintian, at the moment when Zhao Wu fell, relying on the doctor's intuition, quickly ran over and hugged Zhao Wu's head with his arm to prevent him from breaking his head.
At the same time, she was already close to Zhao Wu's pulse, knowing that he had committed another old problem in his brain.
Soon, the maid called the maid, carried the stretcher, and carried Zhao Wu to his room.
Ah Fu heard that Zhao Wu had an accident and rushed to it as soon as possible.
Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao were very worried about Zhao Wu, and they both went to his room.
This emergency also ended the banquet, and Rong Yu stayed to arrange the guests.
The meeting could not continue, so they all left.
Chu Xintian was very angry about what had just happened. But now Zhao Wu has passed out. She couldn't ask him what had happened.
Moreover, before Zhao Wu finally fainted, Chu Xintian felt strange to say something inexplicable to her.
What does Zhao Wu mean?
Chu Xintian didn't understand, but she also knew that Zhao Wu was asleep now, and she couldn't question him face to face.
Therefore, Chu Xintian was ready to leave the Zhao Mansion with Bai Yongjing, Lu Weishui, Lu Zixuan and others of the Chen family.
When Chu Xintian said goodbye to Rong Yu, she was about to leave. At this moment, I saw Ah Fu hurrying over.
"Sister Chu Yuan, please stay!" Ah Fu looked anxious: "The young marshal woke up, but his head hurts." Please help him ......"
Chu Xintian thought for a while. As a doctor, it is her duty to treat diseases and save people. She can't die without help.
What did Zhao Wu's last sentence mean? She had no choice but to ask in front of Zhao Wu.
So Chu Xintian told Chen that they would go back first, and she would stay to heal Zhao Wu.
"Mother, I want to be with you......" When Chu Xintian and Ah Fu were about to leave, Bai Yongjing grabbed a corner of her clothes.
Although Zhao Wu failed to prove Bai Yongjing's innocence just now, which made Bai Yongjing very disappointed, he still cared about Zhao Wu and was very worried about him.
"Okay." Chu Xintian took Bai Yongjing to say goodbye to Chen, Lu Weishui and Lu Zixuan, and soon followed Ah Fu to Zhao Wu's room.
As soon as he entered the door, Chu Xintian saw Zhao Wu lying on the bed, holding his head, twitching in pain.
At the bedside, Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao were both standing there, anxiously wiping their tears.
"Uncle Young Marshal!" Bai Yongjing took the lead and ran to the bed, looking at Zhao Wu's painful appearance, he couldn't help but shed tears.
Chu Xintian also came. She pulled Bai Yongjing aside, hurriedly opened her handbag, and took out the medicine box.
She took off her shoes, knelt on the bed, and came to Zhao Wu's side.
"Young Marshal Zhao, I'm going to give you a needle. Don't move ......"
Hearing Chu Xintian's voice, Zhao Wucai slowly opened his eyes and looked at Chu Xintian's face.
Then, suddenly, he held Chu Xintian's hand tightly.
In front of so many people in Zhao Wangfu, Zhao Wu made such a move, which made Chu Xintian blush.
However, all the people present saw Zhao Wu holding Chu Xintian's hand, but they didn't think much about it. They just thought that Zhao Wu might be in too much pain and that he had to hold on to something to ease it.
Only Chu Xintian felt that the reason why Zhao Wu did this was not because he couldn't bear this pain.
Because she noticed that Zhao Wu was not only holding her hand, but also staring at her all the time. It was as if he was afraid that in the blink of an eye, she would disappear.
Chu Xintian thought from the beginning that Zhao Wu had even made such a frivolous move when he came. Is his lust heart up again?
But she couldn't help but think of the inexplicable words that Zhao Wu said to her at the end of the banquet.
At that time, they were very close to each other. She could hear every word Zhao Wu said clearly.
Tian'er, don't you remember me?