The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

His voice was not high at all.

But the hollowness and despair in the voice were like cold lake water, gradually covering Lin Zhiyun's feet and gradually covering his entire body.

He stepped on the accelerator with his toe.

The speed is still accelerating.

Speed ​​up!

Keep accelerating!

When Gu Weimian woke up, the first thing he saw was the roof of the car.

She frowned slightly.

Realizing that this was Huo Yan's Maybach, Gu Weimian's face twitched.

Why are you here?

She wanted to sit up, but was held down by the man beside her, "Don't be afraid, we will be at the hospital soon."

Confusion flashed in Gu Weimian's eyes, why should she be afraid?

"I……"

She tried to sit up again and was pushed down by the man again.

Because the man used too much force, this time, Gu Weimian almost fell from his seat to the ground, still face down.

Her face stuttered and turned completely red.

"Hey!" She struggled to protest.

A trace of embarrassment also flashed across Huo Yan's face. He squeezed his hands. I don't know since when, the muscles in his hands were so tight and stiff that he lost consciousness, as if they were no longer his own.

He calmly relaxed his hands, but his whole hands were so stiff that they didn't obey his command at all.

Gu Weimian noticed something was wrong, turned his head, and his eyes fell on the man's hand.

The man noticed the changes Gu Weimian had made and sighed at her sensitivity.

As if nothing had happened, he gently rubbed Gu Weimian's head with the palm of his right hand, "I know you feel uncomfortable. It will be over soon. Sit tight."

He couldn't be confused, at least he couldn't show panic in front of Weiwei.

It'll be okay, he told himself.

Huo Yan's rough fingertips gently kneaded Gu Weimian's scalp, which made Gu Weimian narrow his eyes in comfort.

After squinting his eyes, Gu Weimian realized that his consciousness was almost destroyed by the man again.

"Hey..." She didn't finish her words.

The car just drifted and parked directly sideways into the parking space.

Gu Weimian opened his mouth and was almost knocked into the man's arms by the car.

Although he barely escaped, the tip of his nose still hit the man's shoulder.

Gu Weimian groaned, and his eyes suddenly filled with acid mist.

This was a direct reaction to the bump on the nose, but in the eyes of others, it looked more like Gu Weimian couldn't help but cry after being hurt by the bump.

Sure enough, Huo Yan frowned, with worry on his face, "Where does it hurt? Why are you still crying? Does it hurt? Is it a headache?"

Seeing Gu Weimian's silence, Huo Yanxin was worried, "Weiwei, are you okay? We're at the hospital, hold on, ah, let the doctor see you right away."

When Gu Weimian heard this, he didn't want to speak even more. It was so embarrassing!

The key is that her tears just kept flowing.

She finally recovered and explained a few words, but Huo Yan didn't believe it at all...

Gu Weimian was so heartbroken, she really didn't know that she would ever be bitten by the nose again.

Huo Yan didn't say anything more, but hugged Gu Weimian whole.

With the help of Lin Zhiyun, the man got out of the car.

Without giving her a chance to speak, Huo Yan took Gu Weimian into the wheelchair and headed straight to the clinic, "Don't be afraid, we'll be there soon."

"I'm really fine..."

The doctors are also ready and waiting in the consultation room.

Huo Yan put Gu Weimian on the hospital bed.

His movements were so cautious that Gu Weimian felt for a moment... Huo Yan seemed to be treating a precious and fragile glass doll.

But how could she be so fragile?

Doctors have gathered around, asking questions, drawing blood, and loading instruments.

The nurse even put an electrocardiograph on Gu Weimian.

Gu Weimian: "..."

It was like she was going to die soon.

She raised her hand, "Wait a minute, what happened?"

The doctors looked at each other.

"Miss Gu, don't be nervous, we will take treatment measures for you soon."

"Does your head hurt now? Relax, it will stop hurting soon."

A nurse came over with a syringe.

Gu Weimian's sharp eyes saw the name of the medicine on the bag of injection medicines thrown away by the nurse.

Isn't this a tranquilizer? !

"I'm fine!"

"Don't be willful." Huo Yan's deep voice sounded, the lines on his face were tense to the extreme, and the two hands holding the armrests of the wheelchair were also tightened.

He seemed more nervous than she was.

Gu Weimian watched helplessly as the nurse approached her with a syringe, and she rolled off the bed.

"I'm not willful! I don't have a headache either..."

The man looked at Gu Weimian and frowned, "But just now..."

"It wasn't because of my headache just now!..."

The words were on his lips, but nothing came out.

Her face flushed slightly, feeling so ashamed for the first time.