Chapter 445
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Song Qingchun staggered back two steps before she managed to steady herself.
Su Zhinian, who was in her arms, started to fall. She immediately reached out to grab his arms.
He was tall and lean and did not look fat at all, but the weight of his body still forced Song Qingchun to use all her strength to hold him up.
As she got closer, Song Qingchun was able to get a clearer look at his expression.
His eyes were closed, and there was a strange blush on his fair face. His brows were deeply furrowed like he was in great pain.
"Su Zhinian? Su Zhinian? " Song Qingchun called his name softly, and when she got no response from him, she reached out her hand to touch his forehead. His forehead was as warm as boiling water, and she immediately pulled her hand back when she touched it.
It turned out that his fever was far more severe than what she had expected when she touched his finger … She could even feel his heavy body start to tremble uncontrollably as he pressed against her.
Their contract had already expired, and from his words and actions, it was obvious that he couldn't wait to cut all ties with her … So even if he died of a high fever on the road, it would have nothing to do with her.
If not for the fact that she did not want to piss Song Menghwa off, she would not have chased after him to deliver the clothes.
Song Qingchun bit the corner of her lips in thought. She raised her head to look at the empty street; there was not even a car in sight.
However, could she really be so heartless as to leave him here and not care about him? Or should I call 110 for him before leaving?
As Song Qingchun thought about it, she turned to look at Su Zhinian's face. He should be in great pain because his brows were creased together, and there was a soft moan coming from his lips.
Song Qingchun's heart ached when she heard that. She stared at the struggling expression on his face and gritted her teeth. Then, she dragged his heavy body slowly toward his car while enduring the pain from the bruises on her legs.
Song Qingchun used up all the energy in her body to shove Su Zhinian into the car.
Panting, she helped him fasten his seatbelt, then hurriedly walked around the car and climbed into the driver's seat.
As Song Qingchun stepped on the gas, she kept raising her eyes to look at him through the rearview mirror. His hand was clutching his abdomen, and his pale face was covered in sweat. He was moaning in pain.
It was not that Song Qingchun had not seen Su Zhinian in this state before. Even when he was hit in the head and his shirt was dyed red with blood, he had never looked so lifeless.
He looked as if he was on the verge of death and could pass away at any moment.
Song Qingchun panicked. Without thinking, she grabbed her phone and dialed Doctor Xia's number with a shaking finger.
…
When Song Qingchun parked her car in front of Su Zhinian's bungalow, Doctor Xia was still not there.
She struggled to pull him out of the car and dragged him to the door of the house.
He was still unconscious, so Song Qingchun decided to give it a try. She keyed in the old password to his house, and with a click, the door opened.
Song Qingchun did not even bother to help Su Zhinian change his shoes. She used all her strength to drag him upstairs and placed him on the bed in his bedroom.
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