Song Qingchun was knocked and the whole person took two steps back before he stabilized his body.

Su Zhinian in her arms had already begun to fall, and she hurriedly stretched out her hands and hugged his arms.

He was slender and didn't look fat at all, but the weight of his body still almost made Song Qingchun exert all his strength to barely hold his body up.

Leaning closer, Song Qingchun saw his demeanor much clearer.

His eyes were closed, his fair face was flushed with a strange flush, and his slender and elegant eyebrows were furrowed vigorously, looking painful.

"Su Zhinian? Su's thoughts? Song Qingchun first whispered his name twice, and seeing that he didn't react, he took out a free hand to probe his forehead, the temperature was like boiling water, and she immediately retracted her hand when she touched it.

It turned out that he burned much more than she had expected when she touched his fingers...... Even she felt the weight of his body pressing on her, and began to shiver constantly.

His contract with her has expired, and between his words and deeds, he wants to leave the relationship with her clean...... So even if he died of a high fever on the road now, he has nothing to do with her.

If she didn't want to make Song Menghua angry, she would never chase him out and give him clothes......

Song Qingchun bit the corner of his lip and thought for a while, raised his head, and looked at the empty street, there was not even a car shadow.

However, could it be that she was really ruthless to leave him here? Or, she will help him call 110 before leaving?

Song Qingchun looked sideways at Su Zhinian's face while pondering, he should be very uncomfortable, his originally frowning eyebrows were wrinkled together at this time, and there was a slight murmur from pain in his beautiful thin lips.

Song Qingchun felt inexplicably distressed in her heart when she heard this, she stared at him and gritted her teeth with a struggling expression, and then dragged his heavy body, endured the bruises on her legs, and slowly moved towards his car.

Song Qingchun exhausted his strength to eat milk before stuffing Su Zhinian into the car.

Panting, she helped him fasten his seatbelt, and quickly walked around the car and climbed into the driver's seat.

Song Qingchun accelerated the throttle, while constantly raising his eyelids to look at him through the rearview mirror, his hands covered his abdomen at some point, his fair face was covered with big drops of sweat, and his mouth kept moaning in pain.

Song Qingchun didn't see Su Zhinian sick and injured, even if his head was smashed and half of his shirt was stained with blood, he didn't look as angry as he did now.

His appearance is like a dying moment of death, and he will die at any time.

Song Qingchun was suddenly flustered, she picked up her mobile phone without thinking, and dialed Dr. Xia's phone with trembling fingers.

……

When Song Qingchun parked the car in the courtyard of Su Zhinian's villa, Dr. Xia had not yet arrived.

She struggled to pull him out of the car and dragged him to the door.

He was still unconscious, Song Qingchun entered the password of his house with the attitude of trying it out, and with a "click", the lock of the house was opened.

Song Qingchun didn't even bother to change his shoes for Su Zhinian, and used all his strength to drag him upstairs and put him on the bed in the bedroom.