The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

The atmosphere turned to ice.

The muscles in the secretary's body tensed up.

Duan Xishen pushed the wheelchair to the elevator.

The secretary and the bodyguard looked at each other.

What does it mean?

"Mr. Duan...Gu Qifang's side..."

The man's lips tightened, and his voice was squeezed out of his throat.

"Don't touch him yet."

The secretary's eyelashes trembled slightly, "I understand."

He looked at Duan Xishen. A layer of frost could almost be scraped off the man's face, and he didn't know how frustrated and angry he was.

But he could only endure it.

…

The silver Bentley drove to the first floor of the building.

Duan Xishen looked in the direction of the hospital door, his eyes dark.

He stood still.

The secretary originally wanted to help the man push the wheelchair, but was shocked by the man's aura and did not dare to move.

One minute, two minutes.

Time passes slowly.

The secretary's face showed a bit of anxiety.

"Mr. Duan..."

He hesitated for a moment and whispered,

"Maybe it's okay? Maybe he was rescued."

Duan Xishen's eyelashes trembled.

…

More than two hours had passed since Gu Weimian was sent to the hospital.

In the corridor, Huo Yan and Ning Quruo were sitting on a chair.

One is leaning against the window sill.

It's all silence.

The entire corridor was eerily quiet.

It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of his wheelchair scraping gently across the ground.

The man raised his stiff lips,

"Is she... okay?"

The two people didn't speak.

Deathly silence.

At this moment, Duan Xishen suddenly began to miss the noisy and willful Ning Quruo on the road.

Even at that time, Ning Quruo seemed like he might rush up and beat him up at any time.

Instead of like now, there is no movement at all.

It's like the end of the world.

Duan Xi looked deeply at the two men, and the glimmer of hope that had risen fell into silence...

He stood there quietly, dumbfounded.

For a while.

There is an additional sculpture in the corridor.

The line between the man's eyelashes and his jaw tightened into a straight line.

The secretary also lowered his head slightly.

Almost suffocating.

Behind him, there was the sound of the door opening.

Duan Xi was startled.

The secretary immediately turned around and looked behind him.

The doctor walked out of the emergency room with a tired pace. He took off his mask and looked at Duan Xishen and the others.

"Which of you is Gu Weimian's family member?"

Duan Xishen's eyes suddenly lit up,

"She... was rescuing her just now?"

The doctor was stunned for a moment, probably because he didn't expect the patient to ask such a question. He adjusted his glasses and nodded.

"Yes."

Duan Xishen's eyes turned red.

"She's alive, right?"

Only those who are alive need to be rescued.

Otherwise, what to save?

The doctor heard this, hesitated for a moment, and nodded again.

"Um."

This "um" made Duan Xishen collapse, almost falling down with his whole wheelchair, "Still alive, still alive, still alive..."

Ning Quruo and Huo Yan also showed a hint of ecstasy on their faces.

Ning Quruo stepped forward quickly and rushed to the emergency room.

The doctor stopped him.

His face was solemn, and his gaze slowly moved over the faces of several people.

"Sorry...but now she..."

Several people's hearts sank.

"What's wrong now?"

The doctor pursed his lips and said slowly for a long time,

"She might...become a vegetable."

There was deathly silence in the corridor.

Every element of air seemed frozen.

It became a cold oil painting.