Chapter 974 Forced to Hospital

Chapter 974 Forced to Hospital

Li Qiao didn't want to sit still and wait for death, instead of waiting for Xiao Hongdao to make a move, it's better to turn against the guest.

Xiao Hongdao could easily give up on Xiao Yeyan, but he would never give up on Xiao Yehui.

It was the same three years ago, and it will be the same three years later.

Li Qiao was immersed in her own thoughts, thinking about every next move.

But after a few seconds, she faintly felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Because Shang Yu didn't make a sound for a long time, but his breathing became more and more heavy.

Li Qiao blinked, and the moment she raised her head, she bumped into the man's black eyes that were deeply buried in flames.

Taking a closer look, I realized that my hands were still messing around.

Li Qiao flashed, "I... um."

The rest of the words were all blocked back.

The man witnessed the explosion that shattered his liver and gallbladder last night, and experienced the tension and despair of almost losing her. The deep kiss at this moment was uncontrollable and a little rough.

Li Qiao raised her head and responded, trying to calm his uneasiness in this way.

Shang Yu did not take any further action because he was worried about Li Qiao's body.

It's just that the kiss gets deeper and deeper, wishing to melt into each other's flesh and blood.

...

At half past eleven in the morning, Li Qiao lazily followed Shang Yu downstairs.

Even though she didn't want to admit it, her limbs were tired and heavy.

In the living room, Shang Zonghai is playing chess with He Chen.

Hearing footsteps, the two looked sideways at the same time, and Shang Zonghai's kind eyes fell on Li Qiao's face, "Girl, come here."

Li Qiao glanced lightly at He Chen, let go of the man's hand, and walked over unhurriedly, "Dad..."

Shang Zonghai motioned her to sit down, then put down the prayer beads, and put his three fingers together on her wrist.

Oh, take a pulse.

Li Qiao remained motionless, and looked at He Chen again, always feeling that he was smiling maliciously.

During Shang Zonghai's pulse diagnosis, no one spoke in the living room.

An overly dull atmosphere seems to prolong the time infinitely.

It wasn't until Shang Zonghai moved his finger away that Li Qiao smiled slightly, "Dad, why..." Like.

Before the words were finished, Shang Zonghai picked up the Buddhist beads and fiddled with them twice, then looked at He Chen, "Is the ward arranged?"

He Chen raised his eyebrows, "Are you always... throwing the blame?"

Three minutes ago, he heard with his own ears that Shang Zonghai asked Wei Ang to prepare the ward, what's wrong with him?

Shang Zonghai took off his glasses and pinched his eyebrows, "Didn't you say that the girl fought last night?"

Li Qiao looked at He Chen expressionlessly: "..."

He Chen sucked his cheeks and smiled angrily.

What the fuck, it's all plastic.

On the other side, Shang Yu sat down with his waist down, lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves, and turned his head to order Luo Yu, "Prepare the car."

"Yes, boss."

Li Qiao opened her mouth, but stopped talking.

Shang Zonghai looked at Shang Yu, pursed his lips and said: "Let those children go to the hospital for examination together. The Capital Hospital belongs to your Tan Bo's family, so don't be polite to him."

Just like that, Li Qiao was forcibly taken to the hospital without even saying a word, and was forcibly hospitalized.

...

In the evening, Li Qiaosheng lay hopelessly on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

All the test results came out, except for a slight muscle strain, everything else was normal.

However, at the request of Shang Zonghai, the doctor ordered to rest in bed for seven days.

Yun Li, Xia Siyu and others were also arranged to be admitted to the hospital for recuperation.

Speaking of which, Xia Siyu's physical condition is a bit bad.

Originally, the gunshot wound had not healed, but the wound was stained with water and showed signs of inflammation.

In the afternoon of that day, the VIP luxury ward on the top floor of the Capital Hospital was completely under martial law. All the entrances and exits were guarded by multiple bodyguards, let alone going out, no flies could fly in.

At this moment, Li Qiao was wearing a hospital gown and lying on the bed as a patient.

She turned her head to look at the man beside the bed, and asked lightly, "Where's Xiao Yehui?"

Shang Yu was peeling an apple slowly, and he narrowed his eyes coldly when he heard the sound, "What do you want to know?"

"Alive?"

The man stared at her deeply, his thin lips curled slightly, "Yes."

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, "That's good."

She dived underwater and took a lot of effort to catch him. If he died, it would not be worth the loss.

...

Half an hour later, it was getting dark and Li Qiao fell asleep.

Shang Yu paced out of the ward, his upright and upright body wrapped in an indifference that should not be approached by strangers.

No one noticed that after last night, the man's demeanor changed subtly.

Where there is no Li Qiao, he seems to be colder and more indifferent than before.

There was a dark coolness in every look in his eyes, as if no one except Li Qiao could make any waves in his eyes.

The man took out a cigarette from his pocket, stood in front of the windowsill and lowered his head to light it.

At this moment, Liu Yun walked out of the elevator, looked around for a few times, hurried to the back of Shang Yu, bowed his head and said: "Boss, Xiao Yehui is awake."

The man took a sip of his cigarette, his eyes dark as ink, "Lead the way."

Liu Yun spread his hands forward to signal, and from the corner of the eye he cautiously scrutinized the outline of his handsome face.

For some reason, the aura around the boss is very cold, his expression is normal, but he is more repulsive than usual, unusually cold and indifferent.

Liu Yun didn't dare to talk too much, and strode ahead to lead the way.

In the independent experimental ward of the hospital, Xiao Yehui was lying on the hospital bed, his warm cheeks were as pale as paper.

Zuo Xuan and Zuo Tang stood outside the door to guard against death.

A reminder sound came from the elevator, and the two looked sideways at the same time, and saw Shang Yu put one hand in his pocket, and the majestic wild aura all over his body made people daunting.

Zuo Xuan pushed open the door and made way sideways, nodding respectfully: "Master, he just woke up ten minutes ago."

The man pursed his lips and walked into the experimental ward with steady steps.

On the hospital bed, Xiao Yehui let out a hoarse and indistinct laugh from deep in his throat, "I'm not dead yet, I'm disappointed."

Shang Yu stood in front of the bed, and glanced at him with lowered eyes, his eyes were unfathomable, "Not to mention. The people she rescued, even if they die, they will die well."

Xiao Yehui closed his eyes, dejected and without fighting spirit, "Shang Shaoyan, is it because you are too incompetent or Xiao Qi is too strong, at such a critical moment last night, you didn't make a move, it's too surprising."

Shang Yu hooked his chair and sat down, leaning his forehead and squinting at Xiao Yehui, with an extremely deep voice, "I don't hesitate to plant bombs on my yacht. Since I want to die, why don't I shoot myself twice?"

Xiao Yehui murmured softly, "It's easy to be killed, but suicide... is too difficult."

The man's eyes were cloudy, and there was a sinister arc on his lips, "The time has not yet come, and sooner or later you will have a chance to seek death."

Xiao Yehui's Adam's apple rolled, but his brows and eyes were bleak, "It seems that you are planning to use me to threaten my father?"

Shang Yu leaned on the back of the chair and folded his legs lazily, "I don't need you to deal with him."

Xiao Yehui, who prided himself on being strategic, couldn't help laughing weakly when he heard Shang Yu's words, "You are too conceited."

At this time, Shang Yu leaned forward, supported his knees with his arms, and looked directly at the seriously injured Xiao Yehui with deep and dark eyes, "Why don't you try."

6000, asking for a monthly ticket.

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