Bow down willingly as a child

He was a little dazed, but he still stepped into the hospital.

The single room on the third floor should be the inpatient department, right?

Is Shang Zhendong sick?

So what about Shang Xuyan?

With a lot of doubts in his heart, he followed the arrow on the sign to find the inpatient department. He saw many reporters standing at the door on the first floor, all fiddling with their equipment.

It seems that the inpatient department is right, these reporters are probably people who are squatting in the business.

Pulling up the mask a little, he took off his coat, and while shaking his arms around the coat, he sneaked into the hospital building from an unoccupied corner.

When he passed the information desk, he saw several reporters asking about the condition of the nurses.

Among them, he heard a reporter say: "Miss nurse, just tell me which ward Shang Xuyan lives in, and tell me to invite you to dinner tonight!"

Shang Xuyan?

Hospitalized? !

The feeling of fear at home just now deepened a bit, and before he had time to think about it, he ran to the elevator and pressed the up button.

Looking up, one of the two elevators is not moving on the tenth floor, and the other is in an upward state, and is going up on the fourth floor.

He couldn't wait any longer, turned his head to look around, and after finding the safe exit, he strode over and ran directly up the stairs to the third floor.

The single room is the VIP ward, which is usually set up at the end of the corridor.

Bai Kangzhe ran all the way in, and stopped in front of the last ward.

Touching the doorknob, he froze for a moment.

In case something happens to Shang Xuyan, what should he do?

There was no next move, but suddenly the door was opened from the inside, and a doctor in a white coat came out. He hurriedly grabbed the doctor's arm and asked, "Doctor, how is Shang Xuyan's situation...how is it?"

The doctor looked him up and down, and suddenly remembered the entertainment newspaper in Yicheng recently.

"You are Shang Xuyan's rumored boyfriend, right? It's called Bai Kangzhe?"

"I……"

Bai Kangzhe hesitated for a moment, then replied: "I am his assistant, you have misunderstood."

The doctor pointed at him with a smile, his eyes seemed to say: I understand, I understand.

Bai Kangzhe didn't want to waste any more time talking with him, so he asked again: "How's the situation with President Shang?"

When mentioning the condition, the doctor put on his usual professional appearance.

"The patient's condition is not very optimistic. Of course, the not-so-optimism is not that life is in danger, but that the condition is not good."

Not optimistic that there is no life-threatening?

"Doctor, what do you mean by that?"

"Let me tell you this, first of all, the injury on the patient's back has not been treated well, and it is now inflamed, and the old injury is added when the old injury is not healed; secondly, the patient has not had a drop of water for three days, and now His body is very weak, and he fainted from starvation when he was sent here, so we could only infuse him with glucose to replenish his energy, but he didn’t wake up, so we had to give him liquid food, but it didn’t help much, and he couldn’t eat much.”

"No drop of water for three days?!"

Oh my god, Shang Xuyan and Shang Zhendong have been in a stalemate, going on a hunger strike, right?

"Yes, you will know when you go in and have a look, hey, thin."

After the doctor finished speaking, he patted his shoulder and left.

Three days without a drop of water...

His heart seemed to be torn apart bit by bit by hand, he pushed open the door and walked in without thinking too much.

Even though he was mentally prepared, the moment he saw Shang Xuyan, he still took a few steps back and leaned against the wall.

On the hospital bed, Shang Xuyan's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, his mouth skin was also horribly white, his cheeks were much thinner, sunken in, and his prominent cheekbones were high.

The stubble on the chin appeared, and the whole person looked very bad.

With both hands pressed against the quilt, the skinny fingers were particularly glaring.

The oxygen mask covered his face, and a faint white mist stuck to the oxygen mask.

Shang Xuyan was as quiet as dead.