In Su Haicheng's memory, his daughter Su Wan had been spoiled since she was a child. She had also lost her temper in front of him, but Su Haicheng had never seen such a calm and firm look in Su Wan's eyes before.
Looking at the closed door, Su Haicheng finally sighed: "None of us will go in, but, Little Xiao, he … … does he know medicine?"
There is a saying that a dead horse should be treated as a living horse. Everyone will hope for a miracle to happen in despair. At this time, Su Haicheng may also have such a mentality — —
Medical skills?
Sorry, there are a thousand and one ways to kill people. General Su can do it easily. As for saving people …
"He will."
Su Wan replied calmly, without any guilty expression on her face, but Jiang You on the side opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but noticed that Su Wan was staring at her with a cold expression, Jiang You had to gently close her mouth, but she was still worried about Xiao Qi in her heart.
Jiang You has known Xiao Qi for almost ten years. She thinks she knows Xiao Qi well enough. He knows Kung Fu, can cook, and is even good at cleaning up housework and taking care of people, but … … medical skills are so difficult, how could Brother Xiao know?
Being able to help his adoptive father take care of those injured companions in the martial arts field and help them massage is already all that Xiao Qi knows … …
No matter what mood the people outside the door were in, in the room, Su Rui had come to Wen Shu's hospital bed.
Although Wen Shu, who was just in her early forties, was ill for a long time, she looked like she was in her early thirties on the hospital bed because of proper maintenance and outstanding appearance. Even if she was in a coma, it was difficult to hide the elegance and nobility on her face.
Su Rui looked at Wen Shu's face, and his slender and powerful fingers involuntarily rested on Wen Shu's pale and thin wrist. At the same time, Su Rui used his left hand to pull out the scalpel he took from Su Yu that day from his waist, and gently cut a wound on the tip of Wen Shu's index finger. Not long after, drops of slightly purple-red blood flowed out of Wen Shu's fingertips.
Su Rui's eyes flashed, and he put all the blood in the container on the table. Unlike Dr. Xu's caution, Su Rui directly dipped the blade of the scalpel in the blood and put it in front of his nose to smell it.
This is …
Smelling the special smell in the blood, Su Rui slightly closed his eyes, the structure and smell of countless viruses and toxins constantly flashing through his mind. Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with understanding.
"So … that's how it is."
Su Rui couldn't help but take another look at Wen Shu on the hospital bed, and the expression on his face became a bit strange.
Picking up a white towel and carelessly wiping the blood on the scalpel, Su Rui hesitated, and finally took the glass container to Wen Shu's bed again, and then pointed her bleeding finger at the opening of the container.
"Since it's my karma, I'll just end it."
Muttering to himself in a low voice, the fingers of Su Rui's right hand fiercely hit the acupuncture point of Manjushri's heart meridian. Drops of slightly purple-red blood flowed out of Manjushri's fingertips. Not long after, it almost filled the entire container, and at this time, the room also began to fill with a faint strange smell.
"Yes."
Wen Shu on the bed whispered softly, her long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Everything in front of her was still blurry and swaying. It took Wen Shu a moment to adapt before she realized that she was lying in a bedroom, surrounded by familiar medical equipment.
This is …
She remembered that she seemed to be unconscious, and now …
Wen Shu turned her face slightly and saw a strange young man standing next to the big bed. At this time, he was still holding a container full of blood in his hand.
The eyes of the two people unexpectedly met. The young man's eyes were too cold and sharp, but Wen Shu did not feel afraid facing such a cold gaze. Instead, she smiled gently at Su Rui: "You are … are you, Xiao Qi?"
She had seen his photo and knew that he was her daughter's current lover.
Wen Shu's voice was the same as her, particularly gentle and particularly kind.
Just a gentle inquiry immediately made Su Rui's gaze soften: "I am Xiao Qi, auntie, how do you feel?"
"I think it's very good."
Wen Shu smiled at Su Rui again, her gaze falling on the container of blood: "This is … my blood?"
"Yes, you were poisoned, a chronic poison. Because you didn't continue to inject it within the specified time, you suddenly fell into a coma. These toxins are actually …"
Before Su Rui finished speaking, Wen Shu interrupted him indifferently: "I know."
"You know that he did it?"
Su Rui's gaze flashed, looking at Wen Shu with some surprise.
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