Nangong Jing felt that her body temperature was almost cold, her eyebrows tightened, and she subconsciously quickened her pace.

When Wen Hao saw Nangong Jing coming back with Jian Junxi in his arms, he turned pale with fright, and immediately got out of the driver's seat and opened the door of the back seat for him.

Nangong Jing let her lie in his arms, Wen Hao took out the stethoscope, her heartbeat was very slow and light, he measured her temperature again, and frowned.

Nangong Jing checked all the people around her and knew that he was a doctor, so she didn't stop him.

After he finished the examination, Nangong Jing asked suspiciously: "She has often fainted like this recently, and she seems to be asleep?" What the hell is going on? ”

Wen Hao stared at Jian Junxi's face, and was silent for a moment before explaining lightly: "In the early days, he didn't allow himself to rest, his brain was overloaded, and he fell into a neuropathic headache.

There is also a meal without a meal, plus he is too tired in the past few days, he has not rested well, and his physical strength is all supported by himself, and his spirit will collapse.

He should not be tired now, he should not be stressed, it is better to recuperate, otherwise, such a situation will only become more frequent! ”

Nangong Jing frowned, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Jiang Heng, informing him to go directly downstairs to the Renci Hospital, put the mobile phone back in his trouser pocket and asked, "Is there a blanket or a thin quilt in the car?" ”

"No ......," Wen Hao replied lightly, ready to start the engine.

"Wait a minute!" Nangong Jing took out his mobile phone again and dialed Jiang Heng's number.

"Young Master?" Jiang Heng was puzzled, didn't he just let him go by himself?

"Bring me the thin blanket in the car......" Nangong Jing hung up the phone after speaking, Jiang Heng pursed his lips, got out of the car, took off the thin blanket from the back seat and walked this way.

When he saw him holding the sleeping Jian Junxi from the car window, a look of surprise flashed under his dark eyes, and he handed him the blanket.

Nangong Jing took it and covered Jian Junxi's body, holding her tightly in his arms, trying to warm her cold body......

Wen Hao started the engine, Jiang Heng looked at the car that was getting farther and farther away, his mind was full of pictures of Nangong Jing holding Jian Junxi, he couldn't understand, what did he mean by this?

Is he sure he likes Jian Junxi? What about Yang Feixue? Why are you suddenly not looking for it again? He doesn't want to be with Jian Junxi, if so, then ......

He suddenly felt like the sky was falling apart, and he didn't know what to do at all......

Nangong Jing was about to put her cold hand on her chest, but suddenly saw blood stains on her white shirt, frowned, and unbuttoned the cufflinks of her right hand.

What caught his eye was a dense black dot, and when he saw her shocking little wound again, it still made his heart like a sharp knife.

Especially the new wound, and the tooth marks that didn't heal, he couldn't figure out, why did he hurt himself like this? Xiang Wen Hao asked suspiciously, "What's the matter with his wounds?" ”

Wen Hao glanced in the rearview mirror and replied helplessly: "I heard that it was because when he was studying or working, he didn't allow himself to sleep and pricked ...... with needles."

Nangong Jing's cold eyes narrowed slightly, there were more than a dozen openings on his hands that had just been pierced, and now he didn't work or study, why did he still tie them?

He counted them, there were twelve, and two small scars that had just healed, why two and twelve? He opened Jian Junxi's bag again.

There was a bloody needle inside, obviously just used, and a few that had not been opened, and he looked through them inside and out, and found no drugs that needed to be injected.

(End of chapter)