[You who came from the stars] Bright Light Star

"Hey, where are you? My stomach..."

Finally, I found the phone, and I called it directly. When I was about to say the key content, I felt that my hands were empty.I'm going, stop making trouble, I'm going to the hospital, my stomach hurts!

I tried my best to turn around, and I was not surprised to see a mysterious rich second generation standing behind me. He seemed to have run out, and his breathing was not even.

Probably because he saw the obvious forbearance on my face, he stretched out the hand that was holding the mobile phone to support my shoulder.

"What's wrong? You look bad, aren't you feeling well?" He stuffed my phone back into my bag, glanced at my hand holding my belly, "Go, I'll take you to the hospital."

I didn't want to talk to him much at first, my stomach hurts more and more, but there are some things I have to say now.

"No, you bring my mobile phone, my assistant is waiting for me, I... go to the hospital by myself."

Sometimes, reasoning is of no use to those self-righteous second-generation ancestors. The education and environment they have experienced since childhood gave them too much sense of superiority, and they always feel that what they think is the best.

And I didn't have time to resist, so he picked me up and walked to the parking lot.

"Professor Zhang, put me down. I'll go to the hospital by myself. We can't go out like this...we'll be photographed!" I gritted my teeth and finished what I wanted to say, hoping he would understand my situation.

"So what if I was photographed, is it more important than going to the hospital?" As we said that, we had already stepped out of the elevator, and the wind that was beginning to cool down at night was blowing, and my stomach seemed to be wrenching together with pain.

Seeing that I was in so much pain that I couldn't speak, he stepped faster, opened the car door, put me in gently, closed the door, got in the car and helped us all fasten our seat belts, started the car, and drove into the night like flying.

When we arrived at the hospital, he took me directly into a ward. Later, a series of examinations were completed in the ward, and the diagnosis was appendicitis.

I was pushed into the operating room lying on the operating bed, and halfway through, Jang Keun Suk, wearing a light blue professional attire, came out from the inner room of the operating room.This professional attire is very special, and people can tell his profession at a glance-surgeon!

What is he going to do in the operating room dressed like this?

"It's just appendicitis. The operation is very simple."

"you......"

I was about to ask, but he directly took my hand. As soon as the operating table reached his waist, he took my hand and bent down, "Don't worry, the pain will be gone soon, trust me."

The lips he touched on my forehead were cold, with the overbearing and evil that belonged to this man.

I'm dizzy, can you pay attention to your wording?It will cause ambiguity!

When I woke up again, it was already the next morning, and my stomach was still aching. I opened my eyes, and there was an extremely gorgeous chandelier above my head.

I quietly recalled everything that happened yesterday, and then tried to sit up gently. I was the only one in the room. The ward was extraordinarily luxuriously decorated like a chandelier, with an inner and outer room and a separate living room.

Just as I was thinking about what to do next, the door of the ward was pulled open.

He walked in wearing a doctor's white coat. Inside the white coat was a shirt and trousers with hidden grids, all of which showed his elite elegance.

"Are you awake? Are you feeling better?" He walked over to my bed.

I nodded, "Where is this place?"

"Hospital." He said, sitting sideways beside my bed.

"Which hospital?" Avoid the serious and take the light, you are really slippery with this trick.

"S International General Hospital." He found out the remote control and rocked the bed so that I could sit comfortably. "The operation was a success. Take care of the baby for a while, and there will be no sequelae."

"When can I leave the hospital?"

"As soon as tomorrow."

I nodded and fell silent. He was probably also surprised that so many things had happened, and I didn't have any questions to ask him.What do you want me to ask?Who are you?Is it a school teacher?Or a doctor in a hospital?Why did it appear in my life?

Sorry, I really don't really want to know.

"Do you know where my cell phone is? I want to tell my family."

After listening to my request, the expression on his face changed from anticipation to doubt at the beginning, from doubt to self-mockery, and finally returned to the usual coldness.

He took out my handbag from the cabinet and walked back to my bedside, "You can't make phone calls in the ward. If you want to call someone, let me help you."

I looked at his completely cold face, although I didn't want him to fight for me, but what he said made sense.

I thought about it, and finally decided to ask him to call Afan, "Tell him where I am, and ask him to bring my clothes and daily necessities."

Jang Keun Suk held my phone and left with a blank expression. When he came back, his face was much more relaxed.

Putting the phone on my nightstand, he stood by the bed and asked me, "Do you want to go for a walk, or let me rub it for you?"

"Huh? Why?" I looked at him curiously, rubbing what?

"Stomach, you will feel bloated after the operation, and it will be better if you rub it." He was telling the truth, and now his stomach is indeed swollen and uncomfortable.

But it's too inappropriate for him to rub me, "Let's go."

So, he helped me to start walking in the hospital, "Is there anything special about this hospital? Why is it built so luxuriously?"

There are murals in the cloisters. This is not like a hospital, it is basically a super five-star hotel.

"My mother likes this. It was lucky because my brother and I persuaded her that she only built this building like this. Otherwise, the hospital would be in debt before it opened."

"Your mother is a designer?"

"She's a surgeon." The way he helped me down the stairs was like teaching a child to walk. "He is also the director of this hospital."

"Oh? Then why did she..." Marry a chaebol.

I regretted it at the beginning of the sentence, I spoke too fast, how would the other party answer this kind of words.

"Why are you with my dad?" His face didn't change, and he guessed what I wanted to ask, "I guess it's because my dad is rich."

"Hey?" I looked at him unexpectedly, how could a son say that about his mother.

Seeing that I couldn't stand still, he really clapped his hands on his chest like greeting a child, and then stretched out, "Come on, come down."

I'm dizzy, my sister may be older than you, I snorted coldly, turned my head away from him, and didn't go down.

It's okay not to turn your head, the scene you saw when you turned your head was really infiltrating.

The woman walking from a distance was wearing a white dress and bright red high-heeled shoes. Behind her were several doctors in the same dress, and several people in black suits.

Seeing that I hadn't moved and stared in a certain direction in a daze, Jang Keun Suk also turned his head, and the moment he saw the group of people, he almost subconsciously lowered his raised hands.

That's right, the woman walking towards us is Jang Keun Suk's mother, the dean of School S, and the wife of the chairman of JC Group, Ms. Zhang Lingling.

The moment Ms. Zhang's proud figure stood in front of me, I clearly felt her malicious intentions, and her attitude of provoking a teacher made me very resistant.

Is this a stance to play the sadistic love of a wealthy family? What I want is pure love with aliens. I will leave this bloody plot to my sister!

But now I can only stomp my feet depressed in my heart, and prepare wholeheartedly to deal with this pair of mother and son who are not giving in to each other.

"Why are you here?" Ms. Zhang stabbed fiercely with her sharp words.

"You see, I'm walking."

In fact, I am not that worried. Professor Zhang has already mastered the theory of nonsense and obsession. As long as he does not deviate from the "topic", I can let him play.

"Dress like this and walk in the hospital. Doctor Zhang, do you want me to explain the hospital regulations again?!" Ms. Zhang is a hero among women, hitting the nail on the head.

"Dean Zhang is right." Professor Zhang took off his white coat very simply after speaking, and the next moment he put the clothes on me directly, "It's windy, it's not good to be blown."

This time, Ms. Zhang's face was completely darkened, and she turned her head to let the people behind her go first.

I especially consciously attributed myself to the team that "can go first", and turned around to go back. I really don't want to experience this situation.

"Miss Qian Songyi, please wait a moment."

Haha, you are really mother and son, one is holding on to me, the other is ordering me not to leave, I froze in embarrassment.

Do you all think you are God?I am the only one who is angry with the people!