I'm old, so cute

Yan Qiao stood up straight away: "Director Ma, please speak clearly."

"Qiao Qiao." Rong Licheng motioned him to sit down, "Let Director Ma speak slowly."

Xing Bailu's fingers on the quilt shrank slightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were somewhat obvious.

Director Ma said: "Toxic myocarditis can be divided into several types, such as heavy metals, drugs, and toxic substances..." Seeing Yan Qiao's face getting more and more ugly, he swallowed before continuing, "It may also be a physical injury, but this The point can basically be ruled out, as for which one it is, but, it may need to be tested again."

Yan Qiao said with a sullen face, "Do you still want to draw blood?"

Director Ma was afraid that Yan Qiao would get angry, so he subconsciously glanced at Rong Licheng.

Rong Licheng stepped forward and said: "Xiaolu's condition is a bit complicated, and there are many places to be checked. You also hope that you can find out all of them sooner, right?"

Before Yan Qiao could speak, Xing Bailu said, "Come on, Director Ma."

Director Ma nodded and called the nurse to come in and draw blood for Xing Bailu.

It was the same nurse who drew blood last morning, she was familiar with the first time and the second time, and her movements were very clean and neat.

Yan Qiao stood on the side and kept asking her to tap lightly.

Xing Bailu didn't feel any pain at all. He looked at Director Ma and asked, "Is it possible that...foods are mutually reinforcing, and I don't know much about them, so I ate them by mistake?"

Director Ma wondered: "There is no such possibility."

Director Ma spoke very tactfully, but everyone present understood what he meant.

Director Ma added: "The dean said that you had symptoms of back pain at least a year ago, and it must have been poisoned for a long time."

When Yan Qiao heard "poisoning", his chest heaved violently, and he almost lost control of his temper. Only when Xing Bailu's fingers hooked up did his tense muscles relax a little.

Director Ma instructed: "Temporarily stop the oral medicines. We must first find out the specific reasons before taking medicines. Take a good rest these few days, don't think too much, and don't fluctuate too much."

After the nurse drew the blood, she went out with Director Ma.

Rong Licheng stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Did you offend anyone?"

Xing Bailu frowned and thought for a while, but before he could speak, Yan Qiao furiously asked, "Is he from your university dormitory?"

Xing Bailu was stunned.

Yan Qiao said seriously: "Didn't there be such news a few years ago? Excellent students were poisoned when they encountered jealousy in college. Is it... Is it because you won the design award at school and they were jealous of you? Xiaolu, think about who it is? Which bastard, I caught him and killed him!" He scolded fiercely, holding Xing Bailu's hand but trembling uncontrollably.

Xing Bailu gently squeezed his arm: "Don't talk nonsense, wait for the test results to come out first. It doesn't have to be a classmate from Nancheng. I came to Ninghai a year ago, have you forgotten?"

Rong Licheng's complexion was not good either: "Then in Ninghai, do you have any doubts?"

Yan Qiao seemed to react suddenly: "Tang Rui!"

Rong Licheng couldn't help but kicked Yan Qiao: "Can you stop being surprised, you didn't hear Director Ma's words just now? Director Ma wants Xiao Lu to stabilize his mood, just like you, how can you let him have a good rest? If you No, let your mother take care of it."

Yan Qiao froze for a moment, and tried his best to restrain his emotions: "I, I can do it, I won't be surprised anymore."

Rong Licheng looked at Xing Bailu again: "If you don't think about it, don't think about it. When the result comes out, maybe it will be clear at a glance. Qiao Qiao, roll down the hospital bed and let Xiaolu rest. I'll go to Director Ma to have a look. Call me if you need anything." .”

When Yan Qiao rolled down the hospital bed, his face was sullen the whole time, seeing Xing Bailu looking at him, he forced a smile again.He walked to the bed again, rubbed Xing Bailu's curly hair lightly and said, "Don't think too much, rest well, Director Ma has a result, and he will definitely know what's going on."

Xing Bailu nodded: "I didn't think too much about it."

He looked sideways at Yan Qiao, and took Yan Qiao's hand again.

Yan Qiao sat down and looked at him with his chin on the edge of the hospital bed: "Sleep, I will accompany you."

Xing Bailu closed his eyes obediently, his breathing was very soft, and he fell asleep not long after.

Yan Qiao was still holding Xing Bailu's hand, lying on the hospital bed and looking at him, his little deer is so good, who on earth killed him?

Does that bastard have no heart?

Looking at Xing Bailu's pale and thin face, Yan Qiao was so distressed that he couldn't speak.

Later, Chang Chuan called Yan Qiao.

Yan Qiao quietly opened the balcony door and went out.

Chang Chuan came to report to him about Wang Jinchuan. Yan Jicheng sent people to the province where Wang Jin delivered the goods, but there was no Zhao Ao Wang Jinchuan along the way.

Chang Chuan said: "It seems that Wang Jinchuan didn't deliver the goods at all. He told Wang Yuan that the delivery was probably fake. Zhao Jilin was even more cunning than we imagined. He left a way out for himself before the shareholders' meeting. Wang Jinchuan sure I hid in advance because of what he said. Mr. Yan thought that Wang Jinchuan didn’t leave Ninghai because he couldn’t handle it well, so he planned to send more people to find him within the range of Ninghai.”

Before Yan Qiao was extremely eager to catch Wang Jinchuan so that Zhao Jilin could be crucified, but now, compared to what happened to Xing Bailu, all of this is not important at all.

He even thought that if letting Zhao Jilin go would make Xiao Lu get better immediately, then he would be willing.

For him, the fawn is the most important thing.

"President Xiao Yan?" Chang Chuan called him.

Yan Qiao returned to his senses, but said: "Help me secretly check the information of all the personnel that Xiaolu had contact with during his internship in Yancheng Real Estate, and ask who Xiaolu has conflicts with."

Although there is no clue now, Nancheng is too far away from Ninghai, so he will start with Yancheng real estate.

Chang Chuan agreed without asking him why, and he blamed himself: "Actually, his face was always ugly when you were in a coma. At that time, I thought it was because he was too worried about you, and he didn't rest well, so he didn't forget to go elsewhere Think. If only I had forced him to have a check-up at the hospital."

Yan Qiao was speechless, because the person who could not be forgiven the most was himself, and he had no right to blame others.

Chang Chuan asked again: "Is he better now?"

Chang Chuan originally wanted to come over yesterday, but Yan Jicheng said that Xing Bailu needs to rest and the attending doctor does not allow too many people to visit.

Yan Qiao turned around and glanced at the people on the hospital bed inside: "It's much better than the previous few days."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the hospital bed suddenly sat up.

Yan Qiao was startled, and hurriedly opened the balcony door and rushed in.

"Yan, Yan Qiao..." Xing Bailu supported the edge of the bed with one hand, and pressed his chest with the other, with a panicked and painful expression.

"Xiaolu!" Yan Qiao dropped his phone and went to help him, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable? Xiaolu, don't scare me!"

At this moment, Xing Bailu's face was pale, with cold sweat all over his face.

While ringing the bell, Yan Qiao hugged the man who couldn't sit still, his heart was beating wildly in fright.

Xing Bailu was short of breath, and the ECG monitor started to sound an alarm. He grabbed Yan Qiao's arm and said with difficulty: "I, my father...uh—"

It hurts!

"Little Deer!" Yan Qiao's eyes were red, he didn't know what to do, and he choked up, "I didn't call! I didn't call my uncle just now, don't worry, don't worry! Uncle doesn't know yet, I know You don't want him to worry, I listened to you, I didn't hit you. Little deer, little deer!"

Nurses rushed in and someone ran to make a phone call.

Yan Qiao was trembling all over: "Xiaolu, look at me, look at me."

How could he be so sick?

What just happened?

"President Xiao Yan, please let go." The nurse came over and pulled Yan Qiao away.

Yan Qiao was originally unwilling to live or die, but remembered Rong Licheng's words, so he had no choice but to put him on the bed.

The nurse helped Xing Bailu down, rolled the hospital bed a little, and put pillows behind him.

Yan Qiao was still holding Xing Bailu's hand, he was very afraid of repeating what happened at the Civic Center that day, he was really too scared.

Xing Bailu's curly hair was wet, and he was looking sideways at him.

Yan Qiao leaned over and heard him say, "It hurts..."

Yan Qiao's heart was throbbing with pain: "Can you give him medicine? Can you stop him from hurting? Where is Director Ma! Why hasn't Director Ma come here!"

"Here we come!" Director Ma pushed open the door of the ward, but stood at the door and did not come in.

Yan Qiao frowned and said, "What are you still doing!"

Director Ma panted and said to the outside: "Hurry up!"

After a while, Yan Qiao saw Dr. Tang trotting while leaning on the wall, no, he didn't even count as trotting, he could only count as brisk walking.

Dr. Tang went into the ward and kept nagging: "I-I said you don't even think about it, how old am I, I can't even walk, and you still expect me to run?"

The nurses saw that Director Ma seemed to be the backbone, and their expressions improved a lot.

Director Ma followed up and said: "You should hurry up, it's important to save people first."

Seeing Dr. Tang carrying his silver needle, Yan Qiao remembered that Director Ma said that Xing Bailu's medicine had been stopped before the final result came out. He must be worried that Xing Bailu's body would not dare to take medicine indiscriminately.

Dr. Tang felt Xing Bailu's pulse, still gasping for breath, he asked, "Does your chest hurt, does it hurt?"

Xing Bailu was so painful that he couldn't speak, so he could only nod his head.

"Take off his clothes, take them off."

Yan Qiao saw that Dr. Tang's hand holding the silver needle was shaking, and he was very anxious: "Can you do it?"

Dr. Tang glared at him displeasedly: "When you reach my age, run like this, run here and try to see if you are panting, panting? Are your hands shaking, shaking or not!"

Yan Qiao was in no mood to joke with him, the nurse had already undressed Xing Bailu.

Looking at Dr. Tang's still shaking hands, Yan Qiao held his breath in fright.

However, he nailed it very neatly.

Surprisingly neat.

Director Ma quietly pulled Yan Qiao aside, and didn't dare to scold him, so he could only say earnestly: "President Xiao Yan, President Rong and I told you before, don't let him get too emotional? If you live, it won’t be life-threatening, but it’s not a good feeling to have this disease attack!”

Yan Qiao thought that Xing Bailu wanted to inform Xing Yuanlin when he saw him hiding on the balcony and making a phone call, so he was in a hurry, and he remained silent at the moment with a livid face.

After Dr. Tang gave the needle, Xing Bailu's sudden angina finally disappeared.

He was covered in sweat, his thin chest heaved slightly, and the sweat on his forehead even slid down his cheeks. He was so tired that he was a little groggy, half asleep and half awake.

Yan Qiao fetched water and wiped him.

Dr. Tang sat by the bed and took his pulse again.

"How's it going, Grandpa Tang?" Yan Qiao asked in a low voice.

Dr. Tang snorted, "Now I know I'm called Grandpa? I thought you were going to scold me just now." Seeing that Yan Qiao's face was ugly, he didn't intend to tease him anymore, "Now that you've calmed down, what were you doing just now? gone?"

"What?" Yan Qiao was stunned for a moment, and found that Dr. Tang was squinting his eyes and looking at him up and down. Yan Qiao's nerves tensed, his back straightened, and he blurted out with a suppressed voice, "Don't tell me you're thinking about that?"

Dr. Tang stroked his beard and said, "Oh, that doesn't seem to be the case."

Yan Qiao didn't dare to swear before, so he almost knelt down and begged for help, but now he wanted to swear, and he especially wanted to put Xiaolu's washing water on old man Tang's head!

"My mother..." Yan Qiao continued to suppress his voice, "Am I a beast!"

Dr. Tang stroked his beard as if nothing had happened: "Fortunately, you are not, otherwise I will stab you now."

Yan Qiao: "..."

Director Ma is also a man, of course he knows what the two of them are talking about, he is too embarrassed to leave or stay.Looking at the entire Huaxing Hospital, Tang Lao was the only one who dared to speak to Yan Qiao like that.

Dr. Tang asked again: "So, what did you say to Xiaolu just now? This kid likes to keep his worries in his heart since he was a child. It's not like you don't know that you are still bullying him at this time?"

Yan Qiao and Dou E said injustice: "I really don't have one!"

As he was talking, he felt Xing Bailu's fingers gently ticking in.

"Little deer!" Yan Qiao hurriedly leaned over.

Xing Bailu turned his face slightly and opened his eyes: "Yan Qiao..."

"I'm here." He held his hand, "Does it still hurt? Is there any other discomfort?"

Xing Bailu didn't sleep well before, he was dreaming all the time.

I dreamed of many people and many things.

In another dream, Director Ma said that according to the symptoms he described, he should have been poisoned for a long time. Except for Jiang Huaixia, he had never offended anyone who hated him so much that he wanted to kill him.

But Jiang Huaixia went to prison five years ago.

Director Ma said that he had had back pain a year ago, but it wasn't true. When he was in college, he had the same pain after playing basketball once, but at that time, because he had just finished exercising, Xing Bailu didn't think much about it.

Which college roommate chased him to Ninghai after graduation?This is even more non-existent.

As for the long-term poisoning, all Xing Bailu can think of is the health care products that his father Xing Yuanlin has been sending him.

Over the years, he has changed Nancheng's dishes and Ninghai's dishes, only the health care products have not been interrupted.

After much deliberation, he could only think of this!

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Qiao became nervous again: "Are you not feeling well? Tang..."

Yan Qiao just wanted to raise his head to call Doctor Tang, but Xing Bailu slowly shook his head. He looked at Yan Qiao and hissed, "I, I want to go back to Tongcheng."

Yan Qiao froze.

Why did Xiaolu suddenly say that he wanted to go back to Tongcheng?

Yes, do you not want him to take care of him?

His hands are weak, and his voice is very soft, but he speaks clearly: "I, my father may be in danger."

"Yan Qiao's Diary": "On the 1572nd day when I saw you again, I was more than happy to see you getting better every day. I had nightmares for several days, dreaming that you were in cardiac arrest in the ambulance I kept calling you, but you just refused to open your eyes to look at me. I went to hold your hand, and your hand was as cold as it was in the previous life, and it was no longer warm... Deer, I’m really scared, don’t Scared me, okay? The pain of losing you is enough to go through once, I don’t dare, I really don’t dare to do it again!”

……

"On the 1575th day when I saw you again, you fell ill again for unknown reasons. I can't wait to hurt and be sick for you. I will never let the bastard who hurt you go!"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-10-0617:16:46~2021-10-0700:10:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Maohara Ichita;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard