After being reborn, she became the palm of a big boss

Chapter 247 Can't let it go, can't throw it away

Just as Shu Yao was about to raise her hand, Qin Jiuxiao grabbed her.

She wanted to shake it off with a move of her hand, but she gradually lost strength after being watched by such a pair of clean and enthusiastic eyes.

"Is the filming over? Can we go now?" Qin Jiuxiao grabbed her hand, a little impatient in his words.

Qin Jiuxiao has never been impatient, and now he has even less.

Shu Yao had no choice but to explain, "This is the first scene, how could it be so fast."

"Okay." Qin Jiuxiao's eyes flashed with displeasure.

He supported Shu Yao to stand up, and he let go of his hand only after making sure that Shu Yao's legs would not be weak again.

Gradually, Qin Jiuxiao retreated to the side alone, with his arms folded in front of him, watching Shu Yao change her look.

"Young master." Ling Yang said softly when he saw Qin Jiuxiao come back.

Qin Jiuxiao glanced at Ling Yang, and said in a lukewarm tone, "Say it."

"Madam asked you to go back, saying that it is good for your condition." Ling Yang lowered his voice.

Jiang Yunrong.

Those three big characters came to Qin Jiuxiao's mind. He didn't know what to think of, and his eyes dimmed a bit.

For a long time, Ling Yang did not hear a reply from Qin Jiuxiao.

"Small..."

Qin Jiuxiao gestured to stop, "I'm not free."

The words were very cold and ruthless, even with hidden anger, not as warm and pure as they were to Shu Yao.

On the contrary, there is a kind of dark cruelty, which is complaining and dissatisfaction.

"Yes." Ling Yang bowed his head deeply, not daring to say any more.

Even if his mind has degenerated, even Qin Jiuxiao, who is a teenager, still has the oppressive force to control everything.

As Jiang Yunrong said, the teenage years were when Qin Jiuxiao took over the burden.

Ling Yang waited quietly on the side. In just half an hour, he had already looked at Qin Jiuxiao's watch several times.

"How long will it take?"

Apparently, Qin Jiuxiao was impatient with the wait, and the evil spirit exuding from his body was daunting.

The onlookers gradually dispersed, each performing their duties and not daring to approach.

Ling Yang carefully kept this difference in his heart, serving his master, he must prescribe the right medicine.

"Uncle Ling." Qin Jiuxiao turned his face sideways, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, with an innocent and pure appearance.

Ling Yang hurriedly stepped forward, nodded slightly, "Yes, what's wrong with the young master?"

Qin Jiuxiao was silent for a moment, then turned his back to the set.

"Tell me about the recent situation, what happened, why do you say I'm sick?"

"Why is Shu Yao by my side, and what happened to her?"

"Better, don't lie to me."

Under the shadow of the lights on the set, half of Qin Jiuxiao's body was under the light and the other half was hidden in the darkness, which was inexplicably weird.

……

"It's okay, I'll find a solution when I come."

Jiang Yunrong was slightly relieved when he heard this sentence, but he was still a little embarrassed.

She hesitated and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble, Master." The other party laughed lowly, making a very low and short voice.

Master.

In fact, Jiang Yunrong really can't bear his "Master", the other party's Qing is better than Lan, far better than her.

It is difficult for a doctor to heal himself, not to mention that Jiang Yunrong has not practiced medicine for a long time.

Seeing Jiang Yunrong's silence, he agreed by default.

"Send his case to my mailbox, and I can read it on the plane."

Jiang Yunrong leaned against the window, looked at the blue sky, and said softly, "Do you have any research on cardiology?"

There was silence for a while, and Jiang Yunrong's heart tightened.

She looked at the shadow in the ward beside her, feeling guilty, and hurriedly opened her mouth to add.

"I just ask casually, it doesn't matter if there is no research."

There was a brisk smile over there, as if he knew Jiang Yunrong's matter by heart, "Is it Mr. Qin?"

"..." There was a trace of hesitation on Jiang Yunrong's cold face.

Her fingers hanging on both sides rolled up gently, and her eyes staring at the floor gradually lost focus, struggling restlessly.

It's clearly agreed, and I want to break up with this man.

The other party was very understanding, understood Jiang Yunrong's silence and hesitation, and did not expose it.

"Mr. Qin's physical condition is complicated, you can send it to me for a look, and I will call you when I arrive."

Jiang Yunrong sighed softly, with a relieved voice, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yunrong reopened the ward, and she walked to the side of the bed to look at the man.

The man on the hospital bed looked pale and weak, and his usual arrogance had weakened a bit.

He forced Jiang Yunrong to death before, but the rescue was not very timely and left many sequelae.

Coupled with congenital heart disease, it is not an exaggeration to say that Qin Siwen is dying.

"Qin Siwen, you are really shameless." Jiang Yunrong said almost gnashing his teeth.

Can't let it go, can't throw it away.

She has been obsessed with this man for most of her life, and this man knows best how to torture her.

Jiang Yunrong wanted him to die, but couldn't bear him to die.

"Cough!" The man on the hospital bed suddenly started to cough lightly.

Jiang Yunrong asked with a cold face, "Don't pretend to be asleep when you wake up."

The man opened his eyes, blinked extremely slowly, and then began to cough unbearably.

He coughed so badly that he couldn't bear it, and his body trembled violently.

"I, I—cough, cough, cough!" Qin Siwen frowned, raised his hand to his lips, and wanted to say something.

He unconsciously raised the hand that was being infused with the infusion, and he held it too tightly, causing the blood to flow backwards.

Jiang Yunrong stared at the transparent tube and squeezed out a section of red, his heart tightened, but he still endured it.

She forcibly endured it and didn't go forward, nor did she look for anyone, but just looked at Qin Siwen coldly.

Qin Siwen said hoarsely, "I... didn't pretend to be asleep, Yunrong."

After slowing down, the blood had flowed back too much, and Jiang Yunrong reckoned that it might take another injection.

If there is little reflux, the direct infusion can be continued by pressing back and flushing again.

Qin Siwen just woke up with a very dry throat, and his speech was hard to hear, "Are you worried about me?"

"Who's worried about you." Jiang Yunrong sneered, wrapping his arms around his chest, "It's retribution for you to die now."

Qin Siwen was stiff for a moment, and the smile on his lips also froze.

Only in this way, Jiang Yunrong will not be frightened by Qin Siwen's weak appearance.

Qin Siwen smiled, and he said lonely, "I'll call someone first."

Can't die.

It's not time to die yet, Qin Siwen endured the discomfort in his body and pressed the call button on the bedside.

Paramedics arrived shortly after and re-injected him.

And Jiang Yunrong didn't move from the beginning to the end, but stood coldly watching others move towards Qin Siwen.

"Mr. Qin, your condition is not optimistic. During this period, it is best to cultivate more and not toss."

The doctor wisely didn't go to Jiang Yunrong's side, but just talked to Qin Siwen.

the end.

Before leaving, the doctor stood hesitantly by the door and glanced back at Jiang Yunrong.

"Ma'am, you—" the doctor opened his mouth.

He remembered that Jiang Yunrong is also a doctor, no matter what aspect, at least he should understand the knowledge of this kind of backflow of blood.

But Jiang Yunrong just let it go, although it is not a big deal, but it is precisely this that makes him appear ruthless.

Jiang Yunrong twitched the corners of her mouth and met the doctor's eyes, "What about me?"

"No, nothing." The doctor shook his head and sighed softly.

He closed the door and left the ward with other medical staff.

Looking at the door that was slammed shut, Jiang Yunrong stared blankly, and finally turned his head to look elsewhere unbearably.

The ward was quiet for a while.

Listening again, Qin Siwen asked tentatively, "Yunrong, I want to drink water. Can you help me?"

The hot water bottle was far away from the bed, and the hot water in the thermos bottle beside him was empty, and Qin Siwen couldn't move even after the needle was inserted.

He could only turn to Jiang Yunrong for help.

(End of this chapter)