The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

His shoulder was pushed.

He staggered back a step and was supported by Fang Chongjin.

Fang Chongjin's angry voice was in his ears: "Mr. Ning, the corridor of this hospital is also a public place. Why are you allowed to walk, but we can't?"

Ning Quruo raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "That's the rule, what can you do to me?"

He seemed to have just remembered, "I almost forgot, you can sue me!"

Strong sarcasm.

"Sue me, sue me to jail! You are not the best at this!"

He panted, like a murderer who was forced into a desperate situation.

He wanted to fight at any time.

Ning Ruoqing could feel that Fang Chongjin was angry, but he raised his hand to stop him the moment the man rushed forward.

He took a deep breath, "I won't go over, I'll just look here." After he finished speaking, he took a step back and hid in the corner. He knew how much Ning Quruo hated him. He also hated himself. His sight turned to the window at the end of the hospital corridor. Maybe if he jumped down here, he wouldn't have so much pain. But... He still wanted to take another look at Xiaotong in a mean way. At least he had to wait until Xiaotong was completely healed. The window was not closed tightly, and a gust of wind blew. It was like a knife scratching his skin. Fang Chongjin's voice rang again: "Ruoqing, you look a little bit wrong." The forehead was touched. "You have a fever!" Ning Ruoqing avoided Fang Chongjin's hand, and his eyes were persistently looking straight in the direction of the emergency room. Time passed by minute by minute. But there was still no movement in the emergency operating room. He twisted and stuck, reciting scriptures in a low voice. It was the "Medicine King Sutra", which relieved the pain of patients. I don't know how many times he recited it. "Swish! ——”

As soon as his hands were empty, the rosary was snatched away.

In his sight, Ning Quruo threw the rosary to the ground with a gloomy face.

Ning Ruoqing looked at the rosary that had accompanied him for more than ten years, bouncing and scattering one by one, as if it was his belief for many years.

His face was pale and his fingers were clenched.

Beside his ear, Fang Chongjin said coldly, "Ning Quruo, we have already given it to you, what else do you want? You know this rosary is..."

"Don't say it."

Ning Quruo stared at him coldly with his scarlet eyes, "What do you mean don't say it? You let him say it! "

Fang Chongjin was furious, and rushed forward with a big step, but was grabbed by the man.

But Ning Quruo did not let him go.

Everyone here was like a trapped beast.

Trapped in this invisible cage, he was gasping for breath.

It seemed that he might be suffocated at any time.

Ning Quruo couldn't stand it anymore.

He was looking forward to a fight with the man, longing for pain and blood, perhaps only this could soothe his anxious heart.

He just raised his fist.

In the corner of his sight, he saw Butler Ning running over in a hurry.

He smiled happily, "Master! Why are you here? It's so hard for me to find you!"

He wiped his sweat while holding a thick stack of information in his hand,

"I just received a call from the hospital, saying that you disappeared after reading the report, and didn't even take the report. Are you in a hurry to see Miss Gu?"

As he said, he raised his hand and slapped his mouth,

"No, no, you have to call me Miss now. "

He smiled, and all the wrinkles on his face were smoothed out.

I don't know how happy he was.

As he smiled, he realized something was wrong.

Why did Ning Quruo look so bad?

He thought of the grudge between Ning Quruo and Gu Weimian.