Chapter 1625 Willfulness
His voice was not loud at all.
But the emptiness and despair in his voice, like cold lake water, slowly flooded Lin Zhiyun's feet and gradually flooded his entire body.
He stepped on the accelerator with his toes.
The speed was still increasing.
Speed up!
Keep speeding up!
When Gu Weimian woke up, she saw the roof of the car at first sight.
She frowned slightly.
Gu Weimian's face twitched when she realized that this was Huo Yan's Maybach.
Why is it here?
She wanted to sit up, but was held down by the man next to her, "Don't be afraid, we will be at the hospital soon."
Gu Weimian's eyes flashed with confusion, why should she be afraid?
"I..."
She tried to sit up again, and was held down by the man again.
Because the man was too strong, this time, Gu Weimian almost fell off the seat and fell to the ground, still face down.
Her face "swooshed" and turned completely red.
"Hey!" She struggled to protest.
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Huo Yan's face. He pinched his hands. He didn't know when his hands became so tight and stiff that he lost all feeling. It seemed like they were not his own.
He relaxed his hands calmly, but his hands were so stiff that they didn't listen to his command at all.
Gu Weimian noticed something was wrong, turned his head, and his eyes fell on the man's hands.
The man noticed the change in Gu Weimian and sighed at her sharpness.
He stroked Gu Weimian's head gently with his right palm as if nothing had happened, "I know you are uncomfortable, it will be soon, sit down obediently."
He couldn't be chaotic, at least he couldn't show panic in front of Weiwei.
It will be fine, he said to himself.
Huo Yan's rough fingertips gently kneaded Gu Weimian's scalp, making Gu Weimian squint comfortably for a while.
After squint, Gu Weimian realized that her consciousness was almost disintegrated by the man again.
"Hey..." She hadn't finished her words.
The car drifted and parked sideways in the parking space.
Gu Weimian opened her mouth and was dragged by the car, almost hitting the man's arms.
Although she barely escaped, her nose still hit the man's shoulder.
Gu Weimian groaned, and a sour mist instantly filled her eyes.
This was a direct reaction to hitting her nose, but in the eyes of others, it looked more like Gu Weimian couldn't help crying after the bump hurt her.
Sure enough, Huo Yan frowned and looked worried, "Where did it hurt? Why are you crying? Does it hurt a lot? Is it a headache?"
Seeing Gu Weimian's silence, Huo Yan's heart was lifted, "Weiwei, are you okay? We're at the hospital, hold on, ah, let the doctor see you right away."
Gu Weimian didn't want to talk anymore after hearing this, it was too embarrassing!
The key is that her tears just kept flowing.
She finally recovered and explained a few words, but Huo Yan didn't believe it at all...
Gu Weimian was so upset that she didn't know if she would be pitted by her nose again.
Huo Yan didn't say much, but hugged Gu Weimian.
With the help of Lin Zhiyun, the man got out of the car.
Without giving her a chance to speak, Huo Yan took Gu Weimian to the wheelchair and went straight to the clinic, "Don't be afraid, we'll be there soon."
"I'm really fine..."
The doctors were also ready and waiting in the clinic.
Huo Yan put Gu Weimian on the bed.
His movements were too cautious, making Gu Weimian feel that... Huo Yan seemed to be treating a precious and fragile glass doll.
But how could she be so fragile?
The doctors had already surrounded her, asking questions, drawing blood, and putting on instruments.
The nurse even put an electrocardiogram on Gu Weimian.
Gu Weimian: "..."
It was as if she was about to die.
She raised her hand, "Wait, wait, what happened?"
The doctors looked at each other.
"Miss Gu, don't be nervous, we will take treatment measures for you soon."
"Does your head hurt now? Relax a little, it will stop hurting soon."
A nurse brought a syringe over.
Gu Weimian saw the name of the medicine on the bag of injection medicine that the nurse threw away.
Isn't this a sedative? !
"I'm fine!"
"Don't be willful." Huo Yan's low voice sounded, the lines on his face were tense to the extreme, and the two hands holding the armrests of the wheelchair were also tightly closed.
It looks more nervous than her.
Gu Weimian watched the nurse approach her with a syringe, and she rolled off the bed directly,
"I'm not willful! I don't have a headache..."
The man looked at Gu Weimian and frowned, "But just now..."
"It wasn't because of a headache just now!..."
The words were already on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't say them.
Her face flushed slightly, and she felt so ashamed for the first time.