Chapter 447 As Close as Fate (7)

Song Qingchun was knocked back and took two steps back before he stabilized his body.

Su Zhinian in her arms had begun to fall. She hurriedly stretched out her hands and hugged his arms.

He was slender and didn't look fat at all, but the weight of his body almost made Song Qingchun use all his strength to barely hold him up.

As he got closer, Song Qingchun could see his expression much more clearly.

His eyes were closed tightly, a strange flush appeared on his fair face, and his slender and elegant eyebrows were frowning hard, looking as if he was in pain.

"Su Zhinian? Su Zhinian?" Song Qingchun first called his name in a low voice. Seeing that he didn't have any reaction, he freed up a hand to explore his forehead. The temperature was as warm as boiling water. It was so hot that she immediately retracted her hand.

It turned out that his fever was much worse than she had expected when she touched his finger... She even felt his heavy body pressing on her and began to shiver constantly.

His contract with her has expired, and his words and deeds all indicate that he wants to end the relationship with her... So even if he dies of a high fever on the road, he has nothing to do with her.

If she hadn't wanted to make Song Menghua angry, she would never have chased him out to give him clothes...

Song Qingchun bit her lip and thought for a while, then raised her head and looked at the empty street. There was not even a car in sight.

However, is it possible that she is really cruel enough to leave him here? How about she help him call 110 and then leave?

While Song Qingchun was thinking about it, he turned his head to look at Su Zhinian's face. He must be feeling extremely uncomfortable. His frowning eyebrows were now knitted together. There was a hint of "because" in his beautiful and soft lips. A small murmur of pain.

Song Qingchun felt an inexplicable pain in her heart when she heard this. She stared at him with a struggling look on his face and gritted her teeth. Then she still dragged his heavy body, enduring the bruises on her legs, and slowly moved towards his car.

Song Qingchun exhausted all his energy before stuffing Su Zhinian into the car.

Panting, she helped him fasten his seat belt, then quickly walked around the car and climbed into the driver's seat.

While Song Qingchun accelerated the accelerator, she kept raising her eyelids and looking at him through the rearview mirror. His hands covered his abdomen at some point, and his fair face was covered with large drops of sweat. Constantly moaning in pain.

It's not like Song Qingchun has never seen Su Zhinian sick and injured. Even when his head was hit and half of his shirt was stained with blood, he didn't look as lifeless as he does now.

He looked like he was on the verge of death and would pass away at any time.

Song Qingchun was immediately panicked. She picked up the phone without thinking, and dialed Dr. Xia's number with trembling fingers.

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When Song Qingchun parked the car in the courtyard of Su Zhinian's villa, Doctor Xia hadn't arrived yet.

She pulled him out of the car with difficulty and dragged him to the door of the house.

He was still in a coma. Song Qingchun entered the password of his house with the attitude of giving it a try. With a "click", the house lock opened.

Song Qingchun didn't even bother to change Su Zhinian's shoes. He used all his strength to drag him upstairs and put him on the bed in the bedroom.