Chapter Five Hundred and Seventy Seventh I Can't Stay in the Hospital

"Now... do you want to capture him back?"

"No hurry." Mu Chenbi slightly raised a hand and said, "Let's start with the nearest one."

Dean Xing asked: "You mean...Shen Xinrou?"

"Well, since they are brothers and sisters, their blood should be about the same." Mu Chenbi turned his head and glanced at Dean Xing: "No matter what method you use, first catch that Shen Xinrou, and, don't complain to me about this matter." Your baby doctor Venus mentioned it."

Hearing this, Dean Xing was stunned.

Mu Chenbi's eyes surged with murderous aura: "She is not worthy of trust."

Dean Xing lowered his head: "I understand."

It wasn't until late at night that Shen Zhiyu woke up from the coma. He stared at the ceiling with dilated pupils, and it took a long time to focus little by little. Just as he wanted to move, there was a tearing pain from the wound, and his head seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

Suddenly, his shoulders were lightly pressed, and a boy's voice rang in his ears: "Mr. Shen, don't move around. Do you have any discomfort?"

Shen Zhiyu opened his mouth, and made a difficult sound: "Where... is this?"

Xia Beiqing leaned over to look at him, and replied, "Is this a hospital?"

"Doctor...hospital!" Shen Zhiyu's eyes widened, and he suddenly panicked. He couldn't care less about the pain of the wound, and sat up from the bed suddenly. A wave of dizziness hit him, and he couldn't control himself and fell back .

Xia Beiqing waved his long arm and hurriedly supported him: "Mr. Shen, what are you doing, you will hurt the wound!"

Shen Zhiyu grabbed Xia Beiqing's collar, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, curled up and trembling, begging Xia Beiqing: "I can't stay in the hospital...Take me out of here..."

Xia Beiqing didn't understand what was going on: "Why? Teacher Shen, you are still injured and must be in the hospital..."

"Take me away! Please..." Shen Zhiyu burst into tears, tears streaming from his eyes, his face was frighteningly pale.

Xia Beiqing looked at the person in his arms. His whole body was trembling and his breathing was short of breath. He seemed to be in extreme fear, otherwise he wouldn't be crying and begging.

"Okay! Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'll take you away right away!" Xia Beiqing comforted softly, wiped away the tears from the corners of the man's eyes, then wrapped him in his coat, picked him up horizontally, and walked out of the ward.

As soon as he walked to the door, he bumped into a nurse. The nurse looked at Shen Zhiyu who was trembling in Xia Beiqing's arms, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing? Where are you taking the patient?"

Xia Beiqing said, "We are leaving the hospital!"

"No!" The nurse grabbed Xia Beiqing's arm: "The patient is still injured, so he can't leave!"

Without saying a word, Xia Beiqing bumped away from the nurse, hugged Shen Zhiyu tightly in his arms, and ran towards the other end of the corridor.

"Hey! Stop! Don't run!" The nurse hurriedly chased after her.

Xia Beiqing hugged Shen Zhiyu, ran all the way out of the hospital, hurriedly hailed a taxi, and took him into the car.

In the car, Xia Beiqing gently supported Shen Zhiyu, not daring to use too much force, and asked, "Mr. Shen, are you okay? Does the wound hurt?"

Shen Zhiyu shook his head, he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Back in Xiaoyanglou, Xia Beiqing put Shen Zhiyu on the bed, and held onto his hand tightly: "Mr. Shen, this is not the way to go, your injuries must be healed."

Shen Zhiyu was already groggy, and made a weak voice: "Use my mobile phone, call... He Jiayi."