Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 99

"Because I don't want to set foot on British soil for the second time."

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Even though it was already ten o'clock in the evening, there were still people coming and going in front of the King's Hospital.

This is not quite the same as the empty streets when I came here.

Enna still didn't listen to Shen Zhuo's words and directly parked the car at the intersection in front, but drove directly to the door, and even greeted the guards and drove the car directly into the hospital.

Although I don't know the reason, it can be said to be very humanitarian.

The car stopped at the temporary parking belt next to a building, Enna pulled the handbrake, pointed out, "I just asked for you, the sixteenth floor is the emergency room."

"Okay, I see. Thank you." Shen Zhuo nodded politely and smiled, rolled up the car window on his side for her, adjusted his collar, and opened the door to get out of the car.

But he was stopped by Enna one second before getting off the car.

"Mr. Shen, can you wait a moment?" Enna seemed to want to stretch out her hand to pull Shen Zhuo, but when she reached out, Shen Zhuo had already overdone it, so she put her hand back on the steering wheel.

The co-pilot's door was half opened, and the cold wind of autumn and winter came in from outside.

Shen Zhuo shivered, turned his head to look at Enna and asked, "What's wrong?"

There was a little hesitation in Enna's expression, this was the first time Shen Zhuo saw such an expression on her face since he knew her, what kind of expression belonged to their age, there was a bit of gossip in the hesitation.

Shen Zhuo has always been very polite to others, and after waiting patiently for a while, he finally heard Enna speak softly again.

"Mr. Shen? Can I ask you a question... It has nothing to do with this case, but a question I want to ask personally?"

Enna subconsciously bit her lower lip twice with her teeth, and said slightly hesitantly, "I swear it has nothing to do with this case—!"

"Personal question... what's the question?" Shen Zhuo didn't close the car door, obviously he didn't plan to sit for a long time, even the answer was symbolic.

He stretched out his hand to block himself from the cold wind howling outside, then turned to Enna and said, "But let me tell you in advance, I really may not be able to answer."

"You can answer for sure!" Enna was obviously in a good mood when she got the assurance, she grinned her teeth, "You and the man who saved you are lovers, right?"

"Oh?" Shen Zhuo seemed a little surprised, but he didn't seem particularly surprised. He paused, smiled and said, "I didn't expect people who do your job to gossip."

"Hey! No!"

Enna waved her hands in embarrassment, and she was also a little embarrassed, "It's mainly because I've been working for the past few years, and it's the first time I saw a man who would give up another man's life to save another man's life... I'm a little curious..."

"That will probably disappoint you,"

Shen Zhuo's tone also sounded very flat, as if there was a hint of sighing, "I'm not a lover, maybe I can barely be regarded as a P/friend."

Enna: "..."

"I'm going up. There's been a lot of cannonballing, so it's inevitable that I still have some emotions." Shen Zhuo glanced upstairs slightly, but he didn't know where his eyes fell, and then put them back, smiling at Enna, "Goodbye."

But before Enna could say goodbye, she had already closed the car door, gathered up her coat and walked into the hospital.

From the sight of Enna sitting in the car, he could only see his back almost instantly, submerged in the bustling crowd of the hospital, thin and fragile.

People always say that meeting is fate, even if this fate has come to an end soon.

The lights in the hospital were brightly lit, and when Shen Zhuo walked up to the first aid floor, there were busy crowds everywhere.

There were those who were pushed by stretchers with a bottle hanging on them, those who were unconscious in a wheelchair, a crying child and a red-eyed young woman.

He seemed out of tune with it all.

A moment later, Shen Zhuo saw Su Jingcheng in the crowd almost at a glance.

——Because he was being pushed out of the operating room, besides Lin, there were only a few foreign nurses who were performing random surgeries.

The red overhead light in the operating room went out, and the group of people who moved the stretcher to the hospital bed was not obvious among the crowded patients.

Except for Su Jingcheng and Lin's obvious oriental faces.

This seems to be the first time Shen Zhuo saw Su Jingcheng's entourage so thin.

The two have been together for so long, and he is always surrounded by flowers, with many supporters. Wherever he goes, there are endless discussions and disputes, but he is arrogant and confident.

But now, this person was alone, lying coldly under the pale emergency light, with only one assistant beside him.

In this place far from home, no one will know how capable he is, his background and past.

The current Su Jingcheng is just a critically ill patient who doesn't know if he can survive.

Standing at the entrance of the corridor, Shen Zhuo happened to meet the stretcher bed that was pushing Su Jingcheng.

"Please sir—"

He heard a little nurse in a pink nurse uniform gesturing to him and shouting at him anxiously.

Lin, who came over together, saw him, loosened his hand pushing the hospital bed, and wiped his sweat with his sleeve without paying attention to his image: "The doctor said to observe in the ward first, let's go there together."

Shen Zhuo didn't answer his question, but lowered his head to look at Su Jingcheng.

He was lying on the hospital bed very quietly, the breathing mask was firmly fastened on his mouth and nose, and two infusion tubes were connected to each of his hands, and the transparent liquid flowed into his body bit by bit.

His left hand seemed to have undergone steel nails and bandages again, and now it was fixed to the side of the hospital bed, forming a very awkward arc.

The present person, apart from his facial features, has nothing in common with the past.

"The person hasn't woken up, and the blood in his brain hasn't dissipated. The doctor is not sure about the situation. We can only perform preliminary rescue first, and now he is breathing again." Lin glanced at Shen Zhuo inadvertently, "If I can become conscious tonight, I will be saved. If you stay in a coma..."