Chapter 1959

But he didn't.

Cloud poetry can't help thinking. The more you think about it, the more uneasy you are.

She decided that when she got to the airport and got on the plane, she would give a phone call to mujaher to ask what the situation was.

……

In the hospital, Jiang Qimeng leads mu Yazhe into the ward.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw song Yunxi standing by the bed silently, silent, and the sound of "dripping" from the medical machinery continued to be heard.

In bed, song Enya, wearing a breathing mask, lies quietly on the bed, only to see her eyes closed, as if she is still sleeping.

Beside the bed, there are two blood bags hanging, which continuously infuse the blood donation into her body.

Although it was found in time, there was still too much blood loss, so emergency blood transfusion was needed.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, song Yunxi suddenly turned his head, but saw Jiang Qimeng come in. Behind him, mu Yazhe slowly stepped into the door. His tall body appeared in the ward for a moment. Suddenly, he felt that such a large ward suddenly became narrow.

He stood there expressionless, his cold and strong breath made the air in the ward coagulate for a moment.

Muyazhe's eyes fell on the man lying on the bed, and his face suddenly sank.

He thought that song Enya was playing another trick.

Unexpectedly, something really happened.

"Mu Uncle... "

In a moment of consternation, song yunanalytical was a little bit embarrassed when he looked at the people who suddenly appeared.

He didn't know that Jiang Qimeng's Kung Fu went to Emperor Sheng's financial group and invited mu Yazhe.

"Mom You... "

Jiang Qimeng and song Yunxi look at each other and pull their lips. "Yazhe is worried about grace, so come and have a look at her!"

"Oh."

Song Yunxi immediately stood up and left his bedside position to him.

However, muyazhe waved coldly and stood by the bed, not intending to sit down.

He took a look at Song Enya, and saw that her face was very poor, and her complexion was pale. It was obviously a symptom of excessive blood loss. Then he looked at her cracked and dry lips and twisted her eyebrows.

"How are you?"

Song replied, "people have just been rescued, but their condition is not very good. Now they are in blood transfusion. After blood transfusion, we can see the situation."

"When did it happen?"

Moyazhe picks eyebrows and asks.

"This morning!"

Song Yun paused and added, "when the servant went to knock at the door in the morning, he didn't respond. He only heard the loud sound of water flowing in the room. When he was worried, he called me. When I kicked the door open, he saw Enya lying in the bathtub with clothes on, and the pool of water was dyed red by blood donation."

Muyazhe takes a look at Song Enya's wrist.

At the moment, her injured wrist has been bandaged with gauze.

It's just that the wound is too deep.

Song Enya is also ruthless, cut a very deep, although bandaged, but still exuded blood, extremely dazzling.

People have been rescued.

But the scar on the wrist, however, will leave a very deep mark.

Song Yunxi is both distressed and resentful of her dishonour.

Why do you despise your life so much.

Jiang Qimeng walks over, Lala song's hand slowly says, "Yunxi, I have something to ask you. Come with me outside the door."

"I want to keep my sister, for fear that she will wake up and cry."

Song Yunxi was worried.

Song Enya woke up once before, but when she opened her eyes and found herself in the hospital, she cried and cried, and almost pulled out the brooch.