Song An could only hold an umbrella while opening the door, Fu Nanli got into the car with Wen Qiao, who was soaking wet, the car slowly left the garden, Gu Xiao turned his back, the car drove away from behind him, he looked up, and the hand in his trouser pocket clenched slightly.

In the car, Fu Nanli hugged the person in his arms and reached out to pinch her person: "Qiao'er...... Wake up...... Wake up......"

Isn't it thirteen days? Why the sudden coma?

Song An handed over the tissue, and Fu Nanli hurriedly took it out to help her wipe her face and head, her whole body was wet, and where could she wipe it dry.

Wen Qiao's face was even blue and gray, probably because she had been drenched in the heavy rain for too long, and she was cold, so cold that Fu Nanli was frightened.

He held the person in his arms and kept rubbing her arms, hoping to help her recover.

Before, as soon as he arrived at his side, Qiao Er would suddenly wake up, why hasn't he woken up yet?

"Call Zhou Jin and ask him to go to my hospital immediately."

"It's the young master."

Fu Nanli kept patting Wen Qiao's face, "Qiao'er, can you hear me?" Don't sleep, don't sleep, now is not the time to sleep. ”

About twenty minutes, when there was still some distance from the hospital, Wen Qiao suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Fu Nanli's hand, Fu Nanli's worry and distress were engraved into her eyes, Wen Qiao's heart was suffocated, and he clenched his hand.

"Brother Nanli." The voice was hoarse, weak, with a pale face and trembling fingers.

Fu Nanli's heart almost hurt.

"I'm here, I'm here, I'll be in the hospital soon, it's okay, it's okay."

Wen Qiao was like a drowning person grasping the driftwood, holding on very tightly, fearing that as soon as she let go, the only straw that could keep her alive would disappear.

The car finally stopped at the entrance of the hospital, Song An took the lead in getting out of the car and holding an umbrella for his young master, Li Fang and Zhou Jin waited at the door, Fu Nanli got out of the car with someone in his arms, he glanced at Zhou Jin, Zhou Jin's expression was clear, this time Xiao Wen was in a coma again, it was a good opportunity for her to check.

Wen Qiao was pushed into the CT room, and Fu Nanli stood at the door waiting anxiously.

Half an hour later, Wen Qiao was pushed out in a hospital gown, and his symptoms were relieved a lot, and he didn't have the same headache as just now.

Fu Nanli stepped forward, held her hand, and looked at Zhou Jin, "How is she?" ”

"Let's send her to the ward first, if it rains for too long, she may catch a cold and fever, so you should pay attention."

Fu Nanli carried Wen Qiao from the emergency department to the inpatient department.

Wen Qiao didn't have much strength, so he let him hold it.

When she arrived at the VIP ward, Fu Nanli did everything herself, put people on the bed, took a hair dryer to help her dry her hair, and finally poured a cup of hot water for her to hold in her hand.

It was obviously the height of summer, but Wen Qiao always felt that his body was trembling slightly, because the rain had been drenched for too long.

Fu Nanli sat beside her and said in a low voice, "Is it still cold?" Or take a hot bath? ”

Wen Qiao thought that the conditions of the VIP ward in the private hospital were good, and she could even take a hot bath, she shook her head: "It's okay, I'll listen to what Dr. Zhou has to say first." ”

Zhou Jin looked at Fu Nanli with some embarrassment, should he say his illness in front of the patient?

Fu Nanli seemed to weigh it in his heart, and bowed his head: "Say it." ”

Zhou Jin hesitated: "Otherwise, you should come to my office and say." ”

Wen Qiao's heart rose to his throat, and he reached out and grabbed the thin quilt: "Can't you say it in front of me?" ”

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