About half an hour later, Mo Zishu was lying on the operating bed and was pushed out of the operating room by several nurses and sent to the general ward.

Her face was as pale as paper, covered with an oxygen tube, like a delicate doll that would break at any time, Mo Zishu was lying on the hospital bed, her breathing was extremely weak, if it weren't for the fog in the oxygen tube, everyone would suspect that she was not breathing.

"The patient has been rescued, and now there is no major problem, so pay more attention to recuperation after waking up, do not overwork, and take the quick-acting heart-saving pill with you at any time, just in case." The doctor stepped out of the operating room, removed the mask from his face, and said to the people waiting outside the operating room.

"A quick-acting heart-saving pill?" He Jia was the first to cry out in shock, and her red and swollen eyes looked at the doctor tightly, as if to determine the truth of what the doctor said.

"The patient has congenital heart disease." The doctor said with a frown, and left.

"Heart, heart disease." He Jia swallowed a mouthful of saliva, turned his head and looked at Lin Wei with a somewhat dull gaze.

The people at the scene, except for Qi Yu and Baili Xian, did not know that Mo Zishu had congenital heart disease, and even Luo Caiming did not know about it.

The most uncomfortable estimate in the audience was Ye Tiancan, when he heard that Mo Zishu was sent to the hospital for rescue, his heart skipped a beat, and it seemed that at that moment, there was a particularly big guilt and self-blame that fell to the bottom of her heart, and then began to spread rapidly throughout her body, he even couldn't stand still, leaning against the white wall of the hospital, trembling slightly.

"Let's go to the ward first." Luo Caiming beckoned everyone to go to the ward, his heart was a little solemn, thinking about something.

When everyone entered the ward, they couldn't help but slow down, for fear of disturbing the rest of the people on the hospital bed.

At this time, the sky has been replaced by a dark curtain, and the moon is particularly dazzling tonight, but unfortunately there are still no stars, and the cold wind is blowing outside the window, whistling and the branches are trembling and rustling, as if to mock the wind for not being strong enough.

The official of the Olympiad final sub-region announced on Weibo that the live broadcast of the friendly match could no longer continue, and apologized to all the viewers and friends.

The viewers who watched the live broadcast have left messages below to express their understanding and look forward to the live broadcast of the next friendly match in the Olympiad final.

Then the audience and friends began to look for their favorite Weibo account on Weibo.

It's just that the ten leading captains, the tenth Kong Moni to the second North Nai Kazama have their own Weibo accounts, that is, the first leading captain Mo Zishu has no Weibo account, and many people are very disappointed.

At eight o'clock, at the VIP service center of Rzhou International Airport Center, a tall figure, wearing a rigorous black suit, walked out with wide steps.

Qing Jun's handsome face is serious and cold, there seems to be a murderous sharp color between the sharp eyebrows, the clear jaw is cold, and the thin lips are slightly pursed, and the corners of the lips are slightly downward and seem to be a little unhappy.

Fu Qingyuan raised his wrist and looked at the time, at eight o'clock, the royal blue Patek Philippe was shining on his bony wrist, and it was shining with a fine light by the lights of the airport.

There was already a black BMW waiting outside the airport, and Fu Qingyuan walked in the VIP channel, attracting passers-by to look back frequently along the way.

Sitting in the car, Fu Qingyuan did not let the driver drive immediately, but dialed a phone call to him.

He had just found a place to sit down and rest outside the corridor of the ward to calm down the excitement of the whole day, and the next moment the phone flashed.

When his eyes fell on the word 'Mr. Fu', he sighed in his heart, secretly shouted "It's over", and then hurriedly pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Mr. Fu, what's wrong?" Qi Yu said with a smile on his face, and the look that was still a little tired just now flashed away at this time, and his tone changed accordingly.

"Where?" Fu Qingyuan heard the change in his tone, and asked directly without any temptation.

He didn't know how to say it, he listened to the tone of his own president and seemed to be a little wrong, so he thought that Fu always didn't guess something, or that he saw what he found, thinking of this, his more and more frightened, although he helped Miss Mo hide the facts from his president, but Mr. Fu didn't care about this.

Isn't it thankless for him, he wants to sing a song at this moment, singing his feelings of wanting to cry without tears.

"Yes, on the 27th floor of the Central Hospital, Ward 7." In the end, he overstepped his heart, it is better to die late than to die early, anyway, Mr. Fu should know more or less, after all, this matter is quite big, and now he realizes his mistake in time, maybe Mr. Fu can still punish small but not big punishment.

Fu Qingyuan didn't reply to his words, and hung up the phone.

"Go to the central hospital." Fu Qingyuan said to the driver in a deep voice, his eyes turned and looked out of the car window, and soon the scenery outside the window flew away, the twilight was heavy, and the moon was on the branches, but his mood was not very good.

Half an hour after the "squeak", the black BMW stopped at the entrance of the central hospital.

The car door was opened by the driver, and Fu Qingyuan felt a cold wind pouring into the car and burrowing into his clothes before he got out of the car.

As soon as he took a step on his long legs, he walked straight into the hospital.

It's 8:45 a.m., and there are no more patients in the outpatient department of the hospital, only some nurses and doctors are walking around, and occasionally you can hear the sound of ambulances fading away, or the emergency people who are brought to the hospital covered in blood.

Fu Qingyuan walked into the elevator and pressed 27, and the elevator slowly rose, fortunately he was the only one in the entire elevator, and no one else came in halfway.

On Mo Zishu's ward, twenty minutes ago, Baili felt that there were too many people in the ward, so he asked Luo Caiming to take his classmates back to the hotel, and Inuhai came to pick them up at the entrance of the hospital.

Inuhai knew that his sister had just been rescued, so he went upstairs to take a look and returned to the hotel with the others, and there was no way to be distressed, even if his sister hadn't woken up yet, they couldn't blame anyone, Xiao Zhengyan's mistake was caused by them.

He Jia refused to leave the ward at first, staying by the side of Mo Zishu's bed, tears falling down her cheeks, even though she knew that Mo Zishu was fine at this time, she still couldn't help the fear and sadness in her heart.

In her heart, she still blamed Ye Tiancan a little bit, although she didn't say it on the surface, she also felt that Sister Mo was stupid, what could a girl do at such a dangerous juncture.

Later, he still couldn't stand it, he always felt that if this little girl kept crying like this, her eyes would be blind to crying, so he walked up to He Jia and said coldly: "You can't help anything here, crying and crying will only disturb her rest, and it's not too late to adjust her state tomorrow and come back to see her." ”

When He Jia heard Baili Xian's words, he cursed him in his heart for being 'impersonal', but in a blink of an eye, he thought that it was indeed what he said, and he couldn't hold back the tears he had been crying all the time, and Sister Mo might blame her for disturbing her rest when she woke up.

Later, He Jia obediently followed Luo Caiming and left.

In the end, there were only more than two people left in the ward. And whether it was the police who came to take a look.

Han Xing's ward was on the same floor as Mo Zishu, but there were several other wards in between, and they were still very close.

Han Xing was already slowly waking up at this time, his body lying on the hospital bed was heavy and sore, but there was no coldness, instead of warmth.

He tried hard to open his eyes, but he could only look at the ceiling, because the chandelier on the ceiling was really dazzling, and after a while he slowed down and adjusted his posture and turned over, his eyes were completely open, and the cloudy exhaustion of his brain receded like a tide.

"Captain, you're awake." There was a familiar voice in my ears, and there was some surprise.

"Hmm." Han Xing replied softly, his throat aching a little.

"It's good to wake up, come, take the medicine first." The police officer happily walked to Han Xing's side, holding a glass of water and medicine in his hand.

Han Xing didn't refuse, he was helped up by the police, and then took a sip of water, and gradually the pain in his throat began to disappear, and then he took all the pills and drank a few sips of water, and suddenly felt much more comfortable.

After his mind was completely cleared, Han Xing remembered Mo Zishu's existence, so he asked, "What about that little girl?" ”

The police officer was stunned for a moment, then retracted the smile on the corner of his mouth and said to Han Xing: "That little girl was rescued not long ago. ”

"What?" Han Xing shouted in shock, he vaguely remembered that before he fainted in the seawater, he vaguely saw a figure swimming towards him, and the first reaction of his unconscious brain at that time was actually 'saved', but now he doesn't feel strange when he thinks about it, because this little girl is not ordinary.

"The little girl suffered from congenital heart disease, and the doctor said that it was due to overwork and too much mental exertion, which led to a heart attack." The police officer explained to Han Xing.

"I'll take a look." Then Han Xing got up from the bed, his movements a little flustered.

"Captain, the doctor said, you have to recuperate, although there is fluid in the lungs that has been pumped out, but you still have to worry about inflammation, you are still infused with fluids." The police officer looked at Han Xing's actions helplessly, and muttered in his heart, "If I knew earlier, I wouldn't tell the captain first." ”

At this time, Han Xing looked down and found that he was piercing a needle on the back of his hand, which was connected to an infusion tube, but he was moved by himself, and there was a little sign of blood return on the back of his hand.

"Okay, I'll go later." Han Xingqiang couldn't help the persistence of the police officer, and finally obediently lay back on the hospital bed and finished the drip.

"Ding"

The elevator stopped on the 27th floor, Fu Qingyuan walked out of the elevator with an indifferent face, his eagle-like sharp eyes scanned the ward number in front of him, determined where Mo Zishu's ward was, raised his steps and walked over.

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