Madam Dihao is not good

"Don't shake the young master like this. The young master is seriously ill, and you will kill him."

"Dead?" Xia Xiner opened her eyes wide open, and a huge tear fell down, "Don't die, I don't allow him to die, he can't die! Su Shijie, Jie, you are not allowed to die, wake up!"

Two nurses walked in, very dissatisfied with Xia Xiner's quarrel:

"The patient needs to rest, don't make noise here, go out."

Xia Xiner shook her head violently: "I'm not going out, I want to stay here with him..." [

"The patient does not need anyone's company for the time being, you all go out."

After Xia Xin'er and Aunt Li went out, the nurses immediately disinfected the ward, and gave Su Shijie a thorough examination of his whole body.

The curtains in the ward were tightly closed, impenetrable to light, only the light of the electrocardiogram fluctuated.

On the hospital bed, Su Shijie lay quietly.

Under the oxygen mask, his irrelevance is still exquisite, like a still painting, his face is so pale that there is no trace of blood, like paper.

When the nurses took his hand lightly, his hand was weak, as if the joints were broken.

A nurse with red eyes: "It's so pitiful..."

"He looks so handsome, it would be too pitiful if he couldn't wake up."

……

The door of the ward was gently closed, and the ward returned to deathly silence.

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At the same time, in the same hospital, in the VIP ward.

Xia Nai'er would never have imagined that not long after she sent Mu Xicheng to this hospital, Su Shijie was also brought in.

It's just that the ward where Mu Xicheng is located is in the innermost hospital building of the hospital.

During this week, she stayed with Mu Xicheng all the time, and never left.

Unlike Su Shijie's dead and silent ward, this ward was full of laughter.

"Young Master Mu, you lost again." A bodyguard shook the cards in his hand, and looked at the cards in Mu Xicheng's hand, only three cards were played out!

A few people were playing "Run Fast". Mu Xicheng never played poker at ordinary times. It was really boring to lie in the hospital bed every day, so he played poker for entertainment.

In the beginning, his subordinates gave way to him, and he ran the fastest every time. [

Later, it was too obvious for the subordinates to release water, Mu Xicheng saw it, and asked them not to let him, but...

Chanel reached out and used the ink pen to fill in the last line on Mu Xicheng's face.