Chapter 22 The One She Loves Is Back (2)

"We can give you the salary, but now we may only be able to pay you 20 million yuan, can the rest be paid in installments..."

"Stop wishful thinking, I will never take over Song's enterprise." Su Zhinian interrupted Song Qingchun's words in a cold voice, as if he hadn't seen her weakness at this moment at all, without the slightest sympathy or soft-heartedness , with a frozen face, continued: "Before I get angry now, you'd better disappear from my presence—"

Before Su Zhinian's sharp words settled down, Song Qingchun's body suddenly swayed, and he fell to the ground.

Su Zhinian quickly stretched out his left hand to support her waist. The touch of his skin made him clearly read what was going on in her heart at this moment: 【Why did you come to see my aunt today? Come on, why is it still so painful...]

Afterwards, Song Qingchun completely lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

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Su Zhinian controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and while driving, he called Aunt Sun.

"Ask Dr. Xia to come home." Su Zhinian ordered lightly, then glanced at Song Qingchun in the rear seat through the rearview mirror, and changed his words: "Ask Dr. Xia to send a female doctor to visit... ...Well, it's not that I'm sick, but it's a woman..."

Su Zhinian's tone suddenly became a little anxious: "This woman has nothing to do with me, she just passed out, and I just happened to pass by... What's wrong?"

Su Zhinian paused for about ten seconds before quickly throwing the word "dysmenorrhea" into the phone, and then hung up the phone without waiting for Sun's sister-in-law to respond.

Su Zhinian's expression was still calm, without much change. He was looking straight ahead at the road ahead and driving the car very intently, but after hanging up the phone with Mrs. dark red.

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"Mr. Su." Mrs. Sun pushed open the door of the study and walked in. She put the coffee she had made on the desk, then glanced at Su Zhinian who was standing by the window sill, and said, "Little Doctor Xu I just sent it off."

Su Zhinian didn't look back, and said a very faint "hmm".

"Miss Song may have been frozen and fainted from the pain because of the severe cold. Doctor Xiao Xu gave her an injection and said that she will be fine after a good rest."

Su Zhinian nodded, but said nothing.

"I have packed the guest room, you can go to rest later."

"Understood." Su Zhinian waved at Mrs. Sun impatiently.

Sister-in-law Sun shut her mouth wisely and exited the study.

Su Zhinian waited until Mrs. Sun entered her room downstairs, then walked to the sofa and sat down, then pulled out her right hand that had been stuffed in her trouser pocket.

In the palm of his hand was a roll of very thick paper towels, which had already been stained blood red.

Su Zhinian threw the blood-stained paper ball into the trash can, then picked up the disinfectant, and rushed to the wound on his hand.

The pain made him frown fiercely, and the disinfectant that fell into the trash can turned light red.

After sterilizing the poison, Su Zhinian took a look at the wound, and there was a piece of flesh that was turned open, and blood was oozing out.

Presumably, Mr. Zhang's hand was also the place where the glass pierced the deepest.

Su Zhinian applied some ointment, wrapped it up with a cotton cloth, and then took the documents beside him.

It was the document he read in the coffee shop downstairs in the company in the afternoon.

It was also the document that Tang Nuo said he had been looking at recently.