"Mr. Sue?"

Song Qingchun stopped in front of Su Zhinian, shouted his name first, and saw that he still had no sign of waking up, so he stretched his neck and glanced at his face, only to find that his elegant and delicate eyebrows were frowned, looking very painful, his lips were almost pale, without any blood, and his fair and handsome face was flushed with a strange flush.

The room was quiet, and his breathing was rapid, and each stroke was as heavy as a thousand pounds, giving people a feeling of difficulty breathing.

Song Qingchun's brows furrowed, he stretched out his hand, gently probed Su Zhinian's forehead, and then shrank back suddenly.

Why did he burn so badly? It's like boiling water.

"Su Zhinian? Su Zhinian! Song Qingchun hurriedly stretched out his hand and shook Su Zhinian's shoulder, shouting in his mouth was much louder, because he was anxious, he blurted out his name directly.

But the man was still in a comatose state, and his unbuttoned blazer was open because of her shaking, and she saw that the white suit he was wearing was covered with blood.

Song Qingchun was stunned for a moment, and with some panic, he ripped off his clothes, and saw that there were no injuries on his body, so he rummaged through other locations and found that there was a bandage on the right side of his head.

The white gauze, already stained with blood, and some bright red stained the sofa.

Why did he get a head wound too? And like Brother Enan, it looks very serious......

He also has such a high fever, will there be any danger to his life?

Song Qingchun thought that before his sister-in-law left, he told her that Su Zhinian had a family doctor and could contact him if there was any emergency, so he hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his bag, and looked for it in the call book in a panic for a while before he found the name "Doctor Xia" and quickly dialed it out.

Hanging up the phone, Song Qingchun spent a lot of effort to drag Su Zhinian into the elevator, went up to the second floor, and then struggled to get him to his bed.

She first ripped off his bloody clothes, then took a hot towel to wipe the blood off his body, and pulled a thick silk quilt and covered him.

Less than five minutes after she was busy, Song Qingchun heard the sound of a car honking downstairs, she looked out the window and saw that it was from the door of the villa, so she hurriedly ran down and opened the door.

Dr. Xia was nearly 60 years old, with much grayer hair, but he walked like a fly.

On the phone, he asked a lot about Su Zhinian, so when he came, he brought a lot of inspection tools, and Song Qingchun helped carry them up to the second floor.

Dr. Xia examined Su Zhinian for half an hour before taking off his mask.

"Doctor Xia, how is Mr. Su?" Song Qingchun, who had been guarding the bedroom, got up from the sofa and asked.

"Fortunately, the wound was treated, there was no infection, and I changed the bandage for him, but before the wound was completely healed, there may still be a small amount of bleeding, but it was fine. He had such a bad fever that I had to give him a hanging injection so that he wouldn't get worse. As he spoke, Dr. Xia took several medicines from the medicine box, began to match, and then injected them into glucose water, hung them on a simple stent, and took the needle to the blood vessel on the back of Su Zhinian's right hand, and pierced it accurately.