Chapter 448 As Close as Fate (8)

She first pulled a quilt to cover him, then went to the bathroom, soaked a towel in cold water, wrung it out, and put it on his forehead.

The cold temperature caused his frowning brows, which were suffering from a high fever, to relax slightly, and the uncomfortable murmurs coming from his mouth gradually became quieter.

Song Qingchun breathed a long sigh of relief, pulled a chair and sat beside the bed. She stared at his pale face for a while, then sighed softly and murmured: "Let me declare in advance. I'm not pestering you, I just don't want to see you die on the street. Even if you are a stranger, I will save him, not to mention that you have helped the Song family so much..."

When Song Qingchun said this, she thought of Zheng Hao telling her about the 100 million in funds he gave to the Song family. Her heart suddenly became a little confused, and she couldn't help but continue to talk to himself in front of his handsome face. Liaotao: "Tell me, why are you so confusing? You are so good when you are good, but so bad when you are bad... You are really a freak!"

"We got along so well together at first, and I thought you regarded me as a friend. But as soon as the contract expired, you became a completely different person. We broke it off in two pieces..."

"I told myself yesterday that I would never have anything to do with you again, but today..."

Why did he go to her home? Did you happen to leave your clothes behind? If you don't faint sooner or later, you will faint when she is there...

Song Qingchun sighed softly again and looked away from Su Zhinian's face.

She saw that half of his legs were still hanging outside the bed. Song Qingchun was afraid that his lying posture would be uncomfortable, so she took off her shoes first, then climbed onto the bed, and struggled to pull him onto the bed. When she was covering him with a quilt, Song Qingchun once again noticed that his hands were pressed tightly on his abdomen.

Song Qingchun paused slightly and noticed that his hand holding his abdomen was a little firm, as if he was trying to suppress some pain.

Song Qingchun stared at it for two seconds, vaguely feeling that something was wrong. When he took Su Zhinian's hand, he saw a few drops of blood on the clothes under his palm.

Her heart trembled violently, and she quickly unbuttoned his shirt, and then saw an extremely ugly scar on his strong and powerful abdomen.

The wound on the scar should be very deep, covered with dense needle holes. The wound was completely healed, probably because he grabbed it hard with his hands. There were traces of blood emerging from several needle holes, and new flesh had grown. Young, mixed with the dead old meat, it was a bit shocking to see.

Song Qingchun's breath seemed to be taken away by something at this moment. She stared at the scar with bated breath for a long time before her brain started to rotate slightly.

The scar looked very new, like a recent injury. It looked like a knife wound... and it was a straight cut to the abdomen, which is a vital part of the human body...

Song Qingchun slowly turned his head and stared at Su Zhinian, who had his eyes closed tightly.

His lips were pale and his face was sickly... No wonder when I saw him at the golf course a few days ago, I felt that he had lost a lot of weight, and his handsome face had a sense of sickness. It turned out to be because of this injury... ...And the high fever tonight is probably caused by this injury...but when did he get injured? How come you were so seriously injured?