Hundreds of millions of heirs force marriage step by step: I don't want you to capture me

Chapter 189
Xiao Ziyue still stood there motionless, but Xue Zhongyang strode downstairs.

Song Dezhi was pinching Jenny, "Has the ambulance been called? How long will it take?" Song Dezhi asked.

"The ambulance has been called, and it will take about 10 minutes."

"Get them as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

"What's going on?" Xue Zhongyang asked worriedly, looking at the unconscious Jenny lying on the sofa.

"I had a few words with me just now, and I passed out." After finishing speaking, Song Dezhi felt that his words could be easily misunderstood, and Song Dezhi explained, "It's none of my business. She lost her temper. I'm very generous. I didn't have the same knowledge as her. As a result, she passed out with anger!"

"..."

"It's such a headache." Xue Zhongyang complained, "Ziyue is really too, knowing that Jenny is sick, why did he bring her out!"

"Where is Xiao Ziyue? Her own daughter passed out, where is she?"

With a plop, Song Dezhi heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and then there was a scream from the yard. Xue Ping went to look at it immediately, and then her face turned pale.

Xue Zhongyang was already very annoyed by the chaos, and the servants at home were yelling unrulyly, making him even more annoyed, "What are you yelling about, keep yelling, get out!"

"Zhong Yang, Ziyue jumped off the building." Xue Ping came over and said.

Both Xue Zhongyang and Song Dezhi were stunned, Xue Zhongyang got up and walked towards the yard outside.Song Dezhi looked at the fainted Jenny and thought of Xiao Ziyue who had jumped off the building, and suddenly felt nauseated. She ran into the bathroom and started to vomit.

It was very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, and she vomited out all the food she ate, which made her feel better. Xue Ping came over and asked with concern, "Ma'am, are you okay?"

"Hurry up and go to the third floor to see Ozawa, don't let him out! It would be bad to scare him again."

"Yes."

Ozawa had just recovered from the kidnapping case, Song Dezhi didn't want his son to be frightened by Ziyue who jumped off the building again.

It's not that she is sympathetic, but she brought her seriously ill daughter to visit early in the morning and jumped off the building at her house, which made Song Dezhi very uncomfortable.

what is this?Blackmail?
The ambulance came, and Jenny and Xiao Ziyue who jumped off the building were sent to the ambulance at the same time. Song Dezhi was too uncomfortable to go out.

When a pale face came out, the house fell silent.She walked to the French window, and Song Dezhi saw the pool of blood, and his stomach felt nauseous again.

Song Dezhi's dislike for Xiao Ziyue reached the extreme.

……

"Mummy!"

Xue Ping held Xiao Ze, Song Dezhi turned his face, Xiao Ze saw Song Dezhi's face, her face was pale and pale, "Mummy, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?" Xiao Ze ran over, He hugged Song Dezhi.

Song Dezhi was bumped by his son and almost fell, "It's okay, but my stomach feels a little uncomfortable."

"I'll take you to the hospital to see a doctor, okay?"

"It doesn't matter, I still have to go to class today." Because of his son, Song Dezhi has dropped a lot of classes recently.Song Dezhi had to hurry up and make up for it.

"Where's Zhong Yang?"

Xue Ping hesitated for a while before saying, "Send Xiao Ziyue to the hospital."

"Oh." Song Dezhi replied lightly, without saying anything more, "I'm going to class today, you can send Xiao Ze to school."

"Yes!"

After the kidnapping case, the number of bodyguards around Ozawa increased to ten.Every time Ozawa goes out, there are mighty bodyguards behind him, which is very bad.The son has no friends.The other children ran away in fright when they saw the bodyguards around Ozawa.

"Goodbye Mommy."

"Listen to the teacher at school."

"kindness."

Song Dezhi sent his son to the car and watched the bulletproof commercial vehicle leave. Song Dezhi now only hopes that Xue Zhongyang can solve Xue Jichang's big trouble as soon as possible so that his son can have a normal childhood.

……

On the way to the remedial class, Song Dezhi received a strange call from a hospital, "Hello, hello, I'm Song Dezhi."

"Ms. Song, hello, we are from Donghua Hospital. Excuse me, do you know a patient named Lu Xiyue?"

"Patient? Xiyue? I know, I know, what's wrong with him?" Song Deyi was nervous, and the nausea in her stomach became severe. She covered her mouth and took a deep breath before suppressing the nausea.

"He was unconscious. We found you on her mobile phone as the nearest contact, so we called you. Can you come to Donghua Hospital?"

"Okay, I'll go over immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Song Dezhi hurried to Donghua Hospital.Lu Xiyue is a doctor, how could he faint.Song Dezhi remembered that Lu Xiyue was in good health, and he had never seen him take medicine.

……

Song Dezhi went to the hospital, and only after seeing Lu Xiyue did he know that Lu Xiyue was seriously ill.He had been running a high fever, and the doctor gave Lu Xiyue an antipyretic injection, but the high fever still persisted.

"Doctor, why does his high fever still persist?" Song Dezhi touched Lu Xiyue's forehead and was burned by his forehead.

"He is a patient with the sequelae of SARS. His immune system is damaged, and his body is easily invaded by the virus and becomes fragile. Antibiotics have no effect on him!"

"Patients with SARS sequelae?"

SARS?

Song Dezhi's memory of SARS in 2003 is already very vague. In the year of SARS, she happened to be at her grandfather's house in Lianyun Town. When SARS came, her mother directly refused to let her come back.When she comes back, SARS has passed.However, the overwhelming news about SARS on TV still made her feel the horror of SARS.

"After taking these three bottles of medicine, let's see the situation." The doctor's tone seemed to let Lu Xiyue to fend for himself, Song Deyi was anxious, "Doctor, you must save him."

"We do our best!"

The doctor checked Lu Xiyue again before going out.Song Dezhi had an upset stomach and wanted to vomit all the time. She wore a mask, but her stomach still felt uncomfortable.

Lu Xiyue has become like this, and Song Dezhi is not in the mood to take care of his own minor problems.

Putting his hand on his forehead, the temperature of Lu Xiyue's forehead was astonishingly hot. Because of the high fever, Lu Xiyue's cheeks were flushed unhealthily, and his clothes were soaked in sweat. Song Dezhi called the nurse in to scrub Lu Xiyue's body and changed the clothes Dry clothes.However, soon, the newly changed clothes were wet with sweat again.

The fever-reducing needle didn't work, Song Dezhi used the most primitive fever-reducing method for Lu Xiyue.Song Dezhi gave him a cold compress with a cold towel, soaked the towel in cold water, and placed it on Lu Xiyue's forehead. Lu Xiyue's body temperature quickly warmed the cold towel, and Song Dezhi changed him to a cold one, repeating this.

I called home and said that she would not go back tonight, and Xue Zhongyang did not go home either.

Song Dezhi thought: Xue Zhongyang should also be guarding Xiao Ziyue in the hospital.

These are some kind of messy things.

After tossing and tossing until midnight, Lu Xiyue's fever finally subsided, and Song Dezhi let go of his hanging heart.

Song Dezhi didn't dare to leave. The hospital could access the Internet wirelessly. Thinking of what the doctor said during the day, Song Dezhi couldn't help typing the words "patients with sequelae of SARS" into the search engine of his laptop, and quickly searched out a lot. content.

Song Dezhi opened the inner monologue of a SARS patient.

The sequelae of SARS are also known as "undead cancer".

SARS has a high contagious rate. In order to avoid large-scale infection, SARS was heavily prescribed. People who basically recovered were also due to heavy use of hormones, but many sequelae were also left behind.SARS was terrible. In fact, those who were treated also made a lot of sacrifices to avoid infecting others. Most people could not bear such a large dose of medicine.

At that time, ordinary patients did not understand, and some doctors were infected and refused this treatment, and finally died.Some were in a coma and were forced to accept this treatment plan. After a dozen bottles of hormones were used every day, their lives were saved, but the sequelae continued... Pulmonary fibrosis, cerebral infarction, necrosis of the femoral head, etc. These are common problems, and the inner immunity Complete destruction, loss of mobility, heart failure, all kinds of things... In a word, life cannot be cured, and death is not enough to die...

Seeing this, Song Dezhi no longer dared to look down.

Song Dezhi couldn't relate to Lu Xiyue for such a terrible disease.

It was the first time she saw Lu Xiyue, he had dyed red hair, he was a playboy, she couldn't understand him, and he couldn't understand her either, and they had a fight.

"Get it?..."

Song Dezhi raised his eyes and looked at the person lying on the bed. At this moment, he opened his eyes and looked at her with strange eyes, "Xiyue, are you awake?"

Song Dezhi put the notebook on the bedside table beside the bed.

"Why are you here?"

"you are sick."

"I know I'm sick. I ask you, why are you here?"

"You have a high fever that doesn't go away, and the fever-reducing needles don't work, so I'll treat you with the most primitive method. I didn't expect the fever to go down."

Lu Xiyue asked curiously: "What primitive method?"

Song Dezhi picked up the wet towel from the basin and said proudly: "This is the most primitive method. Put a cold towel on your forehead, and when the towel is hot, change to another cold one and wait until the fever subsides. My grandmother The native method works very well.”

Lu Xiyue's eyes melted instantly, "Thank you."

"Why are you being polite to me? If you want to say thank you, do I owe you less thank you?"

Song Dezhi glanced out the window and found that it was dawn.Before she knew it, she stayed there all night.

"Are you hungry? Shall I buy you breakfast?"

Song Dezhi was hungry, very hungry, very hungry, she felt that she could eat a cow.

"Patients with post-SARS syndrome?" Lu Xiyue's eyes fell on the computer screen, reading the headlines on the webpage.

Song Dezhi was a little flustered. She was about to close the computer when Lu Xiyue said, "Do you know that I am a post-SARS patient?"

Song Dezhi wanted to lie and say that she didn't know, but she nodded after thinking about it.

Lu Xiyue took the computer and looked at the inner monologue of a SARS patient like him, Song Dezhi asked cautiously: "Can it be cured?"

(End of this chapter)