Leng Qianchen couldn't help but shudder, if this was all true, then wouldn't Zhuo Suxin have suffered a lot.

He walked to Zhou Xianyang's side and slowly nodded to Zhou Xianyang, and Zhou Xianyang immediately understood that what the boss lady said was true.

"Take Su Xin out of here and rush back to Rongcheng to heal." Zhou Xianyang said, and ordered to leave.

Along the way, he kept holding Zhuo Suxin's hand tightly, and Zhuo Suxin was cautious, like a frightened rabbit, and didn't say a word along the way.

Zhou Xianyang found that there were also many burn marks on her hands and arms, and the wounds had not been treated, and many places had been necrotic, and even suppurated and rotten, which made people feel particularly uneasy.

Zhou Xianyang felt extremely distressed, they finally got on the helicopter, Zhuo Suxin didn't speak, and sat quietly on the side.

Zhou Xianyang asked her, "Does it hurt?" ”

She shook her head, indicating that it didn't hurt at all, and her stubbornness made people feel more and more sad.

Leng Qianchen sat next to him and told her everything before and after.

To their surprise, she didn't react much, just listened quietly, as if she was listening to someone else's story.

It wasn't until the plane landed that Leng Qianchen almost finished the whole thing. After speaking, I asked her, "Su Xin, do you have a memory?" “

"I'm sorry, I'm so stupid, I don't remember anything." She shook her head a little painfully.

Zhou Xianyang stretched out his hand and stroked her hair, which was also burned to the ground.

After the plane landed, they got into the car that picked them up, escorted by bodyguards.

The car sped out and headed for the Royal Hospital.

After arriving at the Royal Hospital, Zhou Xianyang immediately ordered the best doctors to come and treat Zhuo Suxin.

Zhuo Suxin was quickly pushed into the operating room, and it was three o'clock in the middle of the night.

Seeing Zhou Xianyang's somewhat haggard appearance, Leng Qianchen said to him: "I heard the dean say that the operation was not completed so quickly, Xianyang, you might as well go and rest first, your body can't withstand the toss, I'll just come here and wait." “

Zhou Xianyang shook his head calmly, waited expressionlessly, and stopped talking.

The operation lasted for more than six hours, and it was not until 10 o'clock in the morning that the dean and other specialists, doctors, and nurses came out exhausted.

The dean walked up to Zhou Xianyang and said with some sighs: "Zhou Shao, Miss Zhuo's situation is even worse than we imagined, the burn area on her body and face has reached more than 30 percent, especially the skin on her face, almost all of which have been burned out, we have tried our best, but there is still no way." “

Zhou Xianyang raised his face and asked her, "Has her face been disfigured before?" “

"Yes, she was once disfigured by a sharp blade, and the location of the wound is exactly the same as the film taken for Miss Zhuo in the early stage, and we have also tested her blood type, she should be Miss Zhuo, but her current condition, I'm afraid it will be difficult to treat." There were beads of sweat on the dean's forehead, and he knew that Zhou Xianyang was definitely not something to be messed with, let alone an idle person.

"Be more detailed, is there any way to heal him." Zhou Xianyang's eyebrows furrowed, and his handsome face became more and more handsome with a bit of luxury.

"We have done our best to treat her throat, and the effect of the operation is relatively successful, but it is very difficult to recover it to the same as before, if there is no accident, it can be restored to a certain extent, but Miss Zhuo's voice will also change, I don't know if Zhou Shao can accept it." The dean knew that Zhou Xianyang was a person who pursued perfection, and Zhuo Suxin was his beloved, so he didn't know where the bottom line of his acceptance was.

"I can, I just want to save her life now." Zhou Xianyang's casual words made the dean suddenly make up his mind, and he continued to say to Zhou Xianyang: "We have treated Miss Zhuo's wounds, and the burns on her body will not worsen, but no one can do anything on her face, according to reason, there is only one way, that is, to go abroad for skin grafting surgery and plastic surgery." “

Zhou Xianyang didn't speak, and fell into deep thought again.

At the beginning, Zhuo Suxin refused to go abroad for plastic surgery, the helicopter was forced to return, and she encountered a series of dangers on the way, can she agree now?

However, Leng Qianchen was a bystander, and he saw this clearly, and he said with a smile: "Xianyang, don't worry too much, if skin grafting surgery and plastic surgery can save Su Xin, this is a great hope." I think she will agree to do it, now that she has lost her child, she has no scruples, and she has lost her memory, as long as she can feel our kindness to him and know that we are for her good, she should agree to go. ”

Leng Qianchen also made sense, and Zhou Xianyang nodded.

However, the dean was a little surprised and said, "Has Miss Zhuo ever had a miscarriage?" Yes, I remember the last time she was pregnant. ”

"What? What's the problem? Leng Qianchen asked.

The dean hesitated for a moment, and when his eyes came into contact with Zhou Xianyang's cold eyes, he finally lowered his head and said with relief: "There is no problem, it's just that the woman after the miscarriage will be very weak, and it is best to give her a period of time to recover before going for skin grafting and plastic surgery, otherwise I am afraid she will not be able to bear it." ”

"Okay, you can go back and rest first, thank you Dean." Zhou Xianyang's expression was hard to hide his tiredness.

The dean agreed, and left with a group of experts and doctors.

Leng Qianchen knew what Zhou Xianyang was thinking now, he must not be relieved of Zhuo Suxin, so he stepped forward and said, "I'll push you to go to the VIP ward to see Su Xin." So saying, he pushed him inside.

When I arrived at the VIP ward, I didn't see any trace of Zhuo Suxin.

Just as the nurse came over, holding a stack of materials in her hand, her eyes suddenly brightened when she saw Zhou Xianyang, and the information in her hand also fell to the ground.

She quickly leaned down and picked it up, smiling a little awkwardly.

Zhou Xianyang didn't care about the admiring eyes of these flower-like girls at all, but Leng Qianchen smiled at the nurse.

The little nurse stepped forward and said, "Zhou Shao, Mr. Leng, are you looking for the young lady who was sent in the middle of the night?" Didn't the dean sue you? Although she had surgery, she was still put in the intensive care unit for fear of infection, and no one could go in to visit her, for fear of causing inflammation in her body again. ”

It is estimated that the dean was too tired and nervous just now, and forgot to explain this matter, Leng Qianchen hurriedly said, "Please take us to have a look." ”

"It's my pleasure." The little nurse said with joy, her eyes kept secretly staying on Zhou Xianyang's body and face, she took Zhou Xianyang Leng Qianchen to the outside of the glass window of the intensive care unit, and said to them: "You can just take a look at the patient here, don't go in, in case the infection occurs and the lesion is not good for the patient." ”