Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

There was a light in her eyes, it was concern, thoughtfulness, and worry.

Qiao Zhinuan pulled her pale lips, shook her head slightly, "It's okay, I don't know either."

Lin Tian asked, "You haven't checked for allergens."

"No."

Lin Tian said: "Then why don't you check the source of allergies now? You are in the hospital right now, so you don't know if you are allergic to something in the future."

Qiao Zhinuan remembered the time when she had scabies in Blacka.

I thought it was an allergy.

"Who is Qiao Zhinuan?"

A female nurse came in from outside the door, holding a medical tray in her hand.

"I'm."

The nurse came over, "Infusion."

A tourniquet was tied on Qiao Zhinuan's wrist, and then a needle was inserted to draw blood.

"This speed is estimated to take about four to ten minutes. There is still a bottle. Remember to call me later."

The nurse left after speaking.

Lin Tian didn't mention asking Qiao Zhinuan to do an allergy test.

During the 10-[-] minutes of the infusion, Lin Tian answered four or five phone calls.

Qiao Zhinuan said: "Tiantian, you go first, I'll be fine here alone."

Lin Tian glanced at the hanging bottle on it, there was still a third of it left, "Then don't forget to call the nurse later."

"Ah."

After Lin Tian left, the corners of Qiao Zhinuan's lips, which had been raised all the time, finally drooped down slowly.

It's really hard to force a smile and pretend nothing happened.

When she came to her mouth several times, she wanted to ask Lin Tian about Mo Siting, but she didn't open her mouth.

Perhaps it was the time when she had experienced the most turmoil in her heart. Now, looking at the high ceiling of the infusion hall, she could see everything was pale. On the contrary, her heart sank.

However, the man's handsome face kept flashing in his mind repeatedly.

Anyway, being idle was idle, Qiao Zhinuan simply found a mobile phone to call He Qianhe, and asked her to bring her the books of the professional courses.

After hanging up the phone, she stroked the phone in her hand with her fingers, but she was suddenly a little puzzled.

her phone...

Who put it in the bag for her?
When He Qianhe received the call, he was also terrified, so he hurried to the hospital by taxi.

"what's up?"

He Qianhe looked at Qiao Zhinuan's pale complexion, "Didn't we be fine when we ate at noon? What's going on now?"

Qiao Zhinuan said: "The doctor said it was an allergy, maybe I ate something to which I was allergic."

"Why? What are you allergic to? Why haven't I heard you mention it?"

"I haven't checked for allergens either."

He Qianhe helped her analyze it.

"Today at noon, you ate bibimbap. We ate it last week. You are fine. What did you drink afterwards?"

Qiao Zhinuan: "Milk tea."

He Qianhe frowned this time.

"Milk tea? That shouldn't be a problem, don't we usually drink milk tea?"

A light flashed in Qiao Zhinuan's eyes, and it flashed quickly.

He Qianhe sighed, "Don't you still have class this afternoon? Let me ask for leave for you."

There's still a drop bottle, at least an hour away.

He Qianhe helped to call the nurse to come over and change the bottle. It was almost time for class, so Qiao Zhinuan told He Qianhe to leave first.

She sat alone on a chair in the infusion hall.

There is a hustle and bustle all around.

There were children's yelling and whispering, mixed into a noise, which penetrated into Qiao Zhinuan's eardrum and then into his brain.

There was the smell of alcohol and disinfectant in her nostrils, and she seemed to be alone.

Qiao Zhinuan put the phone back in her bag, and wanted to go to the bathroom, so she asked a nurse to find a holder for hanging infusion bottles, and pushed it to the women's bathroom.

On the way, I saw people undergoing infusions, accompanied by people beside them.

Qiao Zhinuan pursed her lips, lowered her head, and looked at her own shadow on the ground reflected from the window.

Gu Ying is in pairs, that's how it feels.

Qiao Zhinuan pushed the infusion stand to the bathroom door, and a figure came out from the men's bathroom.

Zhong Ze washed his hands and found a figure walking in front of him.

Isn't this sister Xiao Qiao?

Zhong Ze saw that he was still pushing the infusion stand, could it be that he was sick?

He was just about to take out his phone and call Mo Siting, but the next second...

can not fight.

Zhong Ze simply leaned against the wall, waiting for the people inside to come out.

Qiao Zhinuan infused the fluid with one hand, and after going to the toilet, the blood in the blood flowed back a little bit, so she quickly put her hands flat, and only after the backflow did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Pushing the infusion pole out, "Doctor Zhong?"

Zhong Ze put his white coat in his pocket, rubbed the notch of a seal repeatedly, and stood up when he heard a voice, "It's really you, sister Xiao Qiao."

Qiao Zhinuan smiled.

"What's wrong with you?"

Qiao Zhinuan said, "It's okay."

Zhong Ze glanced directly at the name of the medicine on the hanging bottle, then tore it off and took a look in the notebook.

"Are you allergic?"

Only then did he see the tiny rash on Qiao Zhinuan's neck and face.

"It's nothing, I just ate something bad."

Zhong Ze followed Qiao Zhinuan forward, "Are you in the infusion hall? Go to my office, there is a sofa."

"No need, it's almost over."

Qiao Zhinuan pointed to the hanging bottle, there was still half of the volume left on it.

Zhong Ze had no choice but to let Qiao Zhinuan sit on the public seat in the infusion hall.

He sat beside Qiao Zhinuan for a while.

Qiao Zhinuan looked at Zhong Ze's appearance and found it a little funny.

He hesitated to speak like this.

The corners of her lips curled up, "Doctor Zhong, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Qiao Zhinuan saw through Zhong Ze, and he also sighed.

"Sister Xiao Qiao, let me tell you, in fact, Lao Mo...sometimes, his words are unintentional, and sometimes they are not his own intentions, so don't take it to heart."

Qiao Zhinuan blinked.

She didn't get it.

"Doctor Zhong, what do you mean by that?"

Zhong Ze scratched his head.

"Hey, you don't have to take it seriously, and you don't have to pay too much attention."

Seeing that Qiao Zhinuan wanted to say something more, he had already stood up, "Well... I'm fine, I'll go first, and I'll call the nurse to pull out your needle later."

He specifically explained to the nurse to take care of Qiao Zhinuan.

Back in the office, Zhong Ze thought twice, but still didn't call Mo Siting.

…………

Qiao Zhinuan pulled out the needle before returning to the dormitory.

She was restless, so she didn't go to the teacher's place to sell her vacation. She lay down on the bed in the dormitory, opened her eyes and pressed against the ceiling above her head.

After a long time, I slowly closed my eyes and covered myself with a quilt.

He Qianhe finished class in the afternoon and called Qiao Zhinuan.

"Hey……"

"Zhinuan, where are you now? Do you want me to pick you up?"

"I'm in the bedroom."

Her voice sounded muffled.

He Qianhe asked: "Have you eaten yet?"

"I'm not hungry."

With such a sentence, I knew that she must have not eaten yet.

He Qianhe took the initiative to say: "Then let me bring you something back."

She thought that Qiao Zhinuan was allergic to food, so she brought some light side dishes and white porridge.

"Zhi Nuan?"

Push open the bedroom door.

It was dark inside, the curtains were drawn, and the lights were off.

He Qianhe turned on the lights in the dormitory, and it brightened instantly.

On Qiao Zhinuan's bed, there was a raised quilt.

She put the porridge and side dishes on the table, walked over lightly, stepped on the chair, and climbed the armrest of the upper bunk to see Qiao Zhinuan inside.

"Zhi Nuan, I bought some porridge, why don't you come down and have something to eat?"

Qiao Zhinuan moved, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't eat."

He Qianhe said: "Eat something, you are still sick, when your body is weakest, how can you not eat?"

Qiao Zhinuan didn't move.

If she didn't move, He Qianhe couldn't open her mouth forcefully, so he could only put the bought food into the lunch box to warm it.

She originally wanted to go to the library, but seeing Qiao Zhinuan like this, she gave up this idea and turned on the lamp to read with the book.

"I'm exhausted."

With a bang, the bedroom door was kicked open from the outside.

Even He Qianhe who was reading was startled.

Song Manman was carrying two bags, and Gao Luoqiu who was behind her was also carrying a bag, which she put on her desk.

The bags are covered with logos of various luxury brands.

Gao Luoqiu sat on the chair, "The big purchase is really cool, your sister is really generous. The box of cosmetics just now cost tens of thousands."

He Qianhe said: "Keep your voice down, someone is still sleeping."

Gao Luoqiu immediately looked at Wang Ziqi's bed, "No one is here, what are you talking about..."

She saw Qiao Zhinuan's raised back on the bed.

Of course Song Manman noticed it too.

"It's so early and not late, why sleep? No one is allowed to talk, there is such a rule in the dormitory, no one is allowed to speak loudly, besides, we don't speak loudly."

Gao Luoqiu deliberately turned up the volume, "Yes, yes, it's the normal volume."

He Qianhe frowned, "Zhi Nuan is not feeling well, so please keep your voice down, just once in a while, it's not like you are not allowed to talk every day."

She now has a slight dislike for Song Manman.

When Gao Luoqiu heard it, his eyes lit up.

"She's uncomfortable? Where's the discomfort? Wasn't she fine in the morning, arrogant and domineering, why is she suddenly uncomfortable now? It's just pretending!"

He Qianhe frowned, "How can you say that!"

Song Manman waved his hand, "Don't be angry, we can't believe it, I saw Qiao Zhinuan in the morning, she is really energetic and everything, and I have only seen you for a few hours, and I have made myself sick Is it? What's the matter?"

"It's something to eat..."

Before He Qianhe finished speaking, a shadow on the bed above suddenly sat up.

Even Song Manman was shocked.

Gao Luoqiu let out a cry of surprise, and interrupted He Qianhe's words directly.

There was a rustling sound from above.

He Qianhe looked over, and Qiao Zhinuan, who was wearing a big coat, came down from the bed.

"Zhi Nuan..."

She had never seen Qiao Zhinuan like this before.