Chapter 183
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"Mr. Su?"
Song Qingchun stopped before Su Zhinian and called his name. Seeing as he still didn't show any signs of waking up, she craned her neck to look at his face. It was then that she realized his brows were deeply furrowed, and he looked like he was in great pain. His lips were pale, and there was a strange blush on his handsome face.
The room was quiet, and his breathing was rapid. Every breath felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, making it hard for Song Qingchun to breathe.
Song Qingchun frowned. She reached out to touch Su Zhinian's forehead before pulling her hand back abruptly.
Why is his fever so high? It's like boiling water.
"Su Zhinian? Su Zhinian! " Song Qingchun immediately reached out to shake Su Zhinian's shoulders. Her voice grew louder, and due to her anxiety, she even called his name out loud.
However, the man was still unconscious. Due to her shaking, his unbuttoned jacket fell open, and she saw that the white suit he was wearing was covered in blood stains.
Song Qingchun was shocked. She pulled his shirt away in a panic and realized there was no injury on his body. She searched around and realized there was a bandage on the right side of his head.
The white bandage was soaked in blood, and some of the blood stained the sofa.
Why is his head injured as well? Similar to Brother Yinan, they both look very serious …
And he's running such a high fever? Will his life be in danger?
Song Qingchun was reminded that Auntie Sun had told her before she left that Su Zhinian had a family doctor and that she could contact him if there was any emergency. Therefore, she pulled out her phone from her bag and scrolled through her contact list for a long time before she found the name 'Doctor Xia'. She called him immediately.
After hanging up, Song Qingchun used a great deal of energy to drag Su Zhinian into the elevator and up to the second floor. Then, with great difficulty, she dragged him onto his bed.
She peeled off his bloodied shirt and used a warm towel to wipe away the blood stains on his body. Then, she pulled out a thick silk blanket to cover him.
Less than five minutes later, Song Qingchun heard the sound of a car horn coming from downstairs. She glanced out the window and realized it was coming from the bungalow entrance. She rushed down to open the door.
Doctor Xia looked to be in his sixties. His hair was a lot whiter, but when he walked, he walked as if he was flying.
On the phone, he asked a lot of questions about Su Zhinian, so when he arrived, he brought a lot of tools with him. Song Qingchun helped carry them up to the second floor.
Doctor Xia examined Su Zhinian for about half an hour before removing his mask.
"Doctor Xia, how is Mr. Su?" Song Qingchun, who has been in the bedroom, stood up from the sofa and asked.
"Fortunately, the wound has been treated and there is no infection. I changed the bandage for him, but before the wound is completely healed, there may still be a small amount of bleeding, but it's not a big deal. His fever is so serious that I have to give him a drip to prevent his condition from worsening. " As Doctor Xia said that, he pulled out several medicines from his medical kit and started mixing them. Then, he injected them into the glucose solution and attached them to a simple stent. Using the needle, he accurately pierced it into the vein on the back of Su Zhinian's right hand.
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