The rich and powerful family: Leng Shao, please don't tease!

Time passed by every minute and every second, and when the twilight of the morning sun came in through the window, it was already several hours later.

When the light on the door of the emergency room went out with a snap, Lin Weiwei took a step forward eagerly, and the next moment, her feet gave way and she fell down.

After standing motionless for so long, Lin Weiwei was completely unconscious, and when she moved at this moment, it was as if countless ants were gnawing at her legs and feet.

The distress in his eyes flashed, Leng Jinran picked up Lin Weiwei, and walked over with her.

The door opened, and seeing Ling Yuanshan wearing a breathing mask on the hospital bed, Lin Weiwei's body softened, tears streaming down her face.

God knows, for a moment, Ling Yuanshan, who she was afraid to push out, came out covered in a white cloth.

It's okay, it's okay, everything is still in time...

"Doctor, how is my husband?"

Zhao Qing got up and rushed over, grabbed the doctor's arm, and asked with a haggard face.

"The rescue is over, but at present, Mr. Ling shows signs of a stroke, so he is still in danger. However, we will pay close attention to it 24 hours a day, so don't worry."

Looking around, the doctor finished speaking in a deep voice, and pushed the car into the elevator together with the nurse.

Zhao Qing then followed one step at a time, but was stopped by Lin Weiwei at the elevator entrance.

"You take Ling Xinyue home..."

Lin Weiwei said coldly, "I will be responsible for the hospital."

"Ling Weiwei, you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she watched the elevator doors slowly closing, and on the other end, there was Lin Weiwei's cold expression with no warmth at all, Zhao Qing's heart trembled unexpectedly.

From the time when she didn't ask anything when they first met, to the moment when she was completely cut off from Ling Yuanshan, Zhao Qing always felt that Lin Weiwei was going to do something.

What is she going to do?

She was panicking, but Zhao Qing knew that at this juncture, she must not go home!

Anxiously tapping the elevator button, Zhao Qing just waited for another elevator to come to her, and Zhao Qing dragged Ling Xinyue upstairs.

In front of the intensive care unit, two bodyguards in black stood guard with one face.

In the ward, Lin Weiwei and the doctor were talking, while Leng Jinran listened quietly.

She reached out to push the door, but before Zhao Qing's fingertips touched the doorknob, she was stopped by two bodyguards who stretched out their arms.

"Step aside!"

Roaring angrily, but seeing no response from the other party, the feeling of being out of control came from the bottom of her heart, Zhao Qing roared angrily: "Ling Weiwei, do you want to rebel? Your father is sick, why don't you let me see him? Ling Weiwei ,what you up to?"

"Ling Weiwei..."

Shouting loudly, the door opened and saw Lin Weiwei covered in frost, Zhao Qing couldn't help taking a step back.

"Zhao Qing, why did my father come to this point today? Dare you say that you have no responsibility at all? People are doing it, and the sky is watching. Zhao Qing, I, Lin Weiwei, put my words here today. From now on In the future, without my father's permission, you will never see him. If you don't believe me, try..."

Speaking in a cold voice, Lin Weiwei turned around and told the two bodyguards, "The two of them are not allowed to enter the ward. If they make a scene at the door, just grab them and throw them down."

"Yes."

The hard answer sounded like a sharp knife coming out of its sheath. After the two answered, they looked at Zhao Qing and Ling Xinyue, and there was infinite murderousness in their eyes.

Zhao Qing, who had never seen such a battle, opened her mouth tremblingly, unable to utter a word.