Chapter 73: Acen, what should I do? What to do?
Sure enough, as soon as he asked about his condition, Yin Mi was speechless.
Her face changed slightly, and she was a little dumb for a moment, then she bit her lip and said weakly, "It's just a little problem." ”
When the words fell, he moved his head while everyone was not paying attention, and glanced at the caretaker who was still cleaning up the debris on the ground.
The caretaker understood, and said with a crying voice: "Where is Miss Yin's minor problem, it is so serious, it is clearly a serious illness......
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Yin Mi immediately interrupted her, and when she turned her head to look at Pu Xin, the paleness on her face became more obvious, and she spoke weakly.
"Brother Chengqi, I'm fine, she's just making a big fuss."
The content of the conversation between the two is clear but not very clear, and it seems that they have said everything thoroughly.
Gan Geng, who was questioned just now, including Saturday, had a particularly dazed expression.
Whether Pu Xin understood it or not, no one knows.
Ruan Cen was really not interested in this kind of bitter drama, so he said, "I'm waiting for you downstairs", and left.
She left, just in line with Yin Mi's wishes.
"Brother Chengqi, I ......"
A mobile phone rang, interrupting Yin Mi's words.
It's Pu Xin.
I took out my phone from my pocket, and the screen flashed "Little Eight".
Put through.
It was Pu Yinqi on the other end, panting, his voice short, and with a deep sense of worry.
I don't know what to say, Pu Xin ran straight out.
……
Ruan Cen took the elevator downstairs to the lobby.
"Ding, Ding~"
The sound of an ambulance was heard from afar, one by one, very urgent.
"Let's go! Let's get it! ”
"First aid! Please let me! ”
"Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up! ”
At the entrance of the hospital, several white coats pushed the ambulance bed and ran inside.
There were also two people in civilian clothes on both sides of the lathe to help with the boost, and one of them was still on the phone, thinking that it should be a family member.
The people in the hall made way for a wide lane for the ambulance beds.
Seeing this, Ruan Cen took a few steps back silently.
Disasters, accidents, and illnesses are happening every day. Situations like this should be the most common in hospitals.
It's none of my business, and it's useless to feel more.
Ruan Cen didn't even look at it, and directly looked away.
But the next moment, I suddenly heard a voice that couldn't be more familiar.
"Hold on! You've got to hold on! ”
"It's going to be fine! You'll be fine! ”
"I'm sorry! It's all my fault! You've got to be good! ”
said three "certainly" in a row, his tone was low with sadness, and there was deep self-blame between the words, and there seemed to be a crying voice.
Listening to the voice, a face suddenly flashed in Ruan Cen's mind.
It's hard to believe.
But he still turned his head abruptly to look over.
The emergency labe passed by with a "brush", and Ruan Cen's gaze moved, and his gaze was fixed on the back of the man in a light blue racing suit.
Immediately stunned.
Fu Lai?!
After a little recollection, she guessed that the other person in civilian clothes should be Pu Yinqi.
He was on the phone just now, as if he was informing someone?
Pu Xin?
There was no time to think about it, Ruan Cen ran quickly and followed them.
The ambulance bed got into the elevator and stopped on the twentieth floor.
Ruan Cen followed according to the elevator, and when he arrived, he saw that the ambulance bed was pushed into the emergency room, and several doctors in white coats had done preoperative disinfection, and then the door of the emergency room was tightly closed.
The two people who followed all the way were dejected and guarded outside the emergency room. One stood against the wall, his hands folded in prayer, and words in his mouth. One stood like a sculpture with a solemn expression and a deep sense of concern.
Ruan Cen probably guessed the current situation.
Walking over, as soon as Fu Lai saw her, he hugged her and cried.
"A-Czen, what should I do? What to do? What to do? ”
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