This realization made her suddenly wake up, she opened her eyes and reached out to push away the person above her.
But her hands were grabbed by Ji Xiuran and fixed above her head, not giving her any chance to resist.
A trace of hatred flashed in Zhao Ningchu's eyes, and he opened his mouth and bit Ji Xiuran's lips. Soon, their mouths were filled with the unpleasant smell of blood.
Ji Xiuran let go of her, and Zhao Ningchu suddenly reached out and pushed him away.
She got up from the bed with a look of panic, wanting to escape from this terrible place.
But before she could reach the door, a strong force pulled her back.
Zhao Ningchu seemed to be crazy and screamed: "Ji Xiuran, let me go, you bastard, lunatic."
Ji Xiuran clasped her hands behind her back and said coldly to her ear: "Zhao Ningchu, I told you not to step on my red line. You can't afford the consequences."
After saying that, he let go of her hand, pushed her down on the bed, turned angrily and walked towards the door of the ward.
Zhao Ningchu thought of Lu Ze, whose life and death were unknown, and regardless of his own physical condition, he quickly got up and caught up with him and grabbed his wrist.
"Ji Xiuran, don't leave!"
Ji Xiuran had a cold face and glanced at her condescendingly: "You know you are wrong?"
Zhao Ningchu nodded and cried, "I beg you, go find Lu Ze. He is innocent. He cannot die. I beg you."
When Ji Xiuran heard this, his expression suddenly changed.
He turned around slowly, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand to pinch the girl's chin, and looked at her plump cheeks,
"It seems that you haven't realized your mistake yet. Now you are begging me so humbly for that wild man. How much do you love him?"
Zhao Ningchu shook his head, tears rolling down uncontrollably from his eyes.
"No, you misunderstood, really misunderstood, he is innocent."
"Innocent? Zhao Ningchu, you think I won't do anything to you, right?"
When Zhao Ning first heard this, he was stunned.
He was forced to raise his head and look at the gloomy man in front of him.
"You can do whatever you want to me, but please go and save him now, okay? He really can't die, please."
Ji Xiuran sneered: "Do you think I will save a man who cuckolded me? Just wait and collect his body."
After saying that, he shook Zhao Ningchu away heavily.
Zhao Ningchu stumbled and fell directly to the ground.
She looked up at the man in front of her with teary eyes and confusion.
…
At nine o'clock in the morning, when the nurse came to check the ward, she saw the girl lying on the cold floor without any sound.
The nurse was so frightened that she quickly turned around and called her colleagues to help and put the person on the bed.
For a time, Zhao Ningchu's ward was surrounded by doctors and nurses. Ji Xiuran sat on the sofa nearby with a gloomy face, looking at the unconscious girl lying on the bed.
The female doctor took out the thermometer from the girl's mouth, took a look at it, and her expression immediately changed.
"Mr. Ji, Mrs. Ji has a fever of 40 degrees!"
Su Yang stood beside Ji Xiuran, secretly glancing at the changes in his boss's expression from time to time.
After a long time, Ji Xiuran finally said: "Cure it!"
Everyone present was a little surprised. They thought Ji Xiuran would get angry, but unexpectedly, he came in a hurry and left after saying two words.
However, not long after Ji Xiuran left, a middle-aged woman walked in and said she was looking for a caregiver to take care of Zhao Ningchu.
It was already two o'clock in the middle of the night when Zhao Ningchu woke up. She felt that her throat was burning and dry, so she pushed herself up and prepared to pour water.
This movement alerted the nurse on the side, and she quickly stepped forward: "Madam, what do you want to do? I'll help you!"
Only then did Zhao Ningchu realize that there was someone in the ward. She opened her mouth. Her throat was so sore that she simply pointed at the water glass.
"I'll pour it for you. Don't move around. Just lie down."
After saying that, he quickly went to pour water for Zhao Ningchu. After Zhao Ningchu drank more than half a cup of warm water, his throat felt much better.
She opened her mouth: "Who are you?"
It may be that the cold is too severe and my voice is a little hoarse.
"Just call me Auntie Xie. I was asked by Mr. Ji to take care of you."
Zhao Ningchu heard Ji Xiuran and remained silent.
Aunt Xie continued: "Madam, do you want to go to the toilet? I will help you go there."
"No!"
After saying that, he lay back on the hospital bed.
Two days later, Zhao Ningchu's high fever finally subsided, but she refused to eat and just lay in bed without eating or talking.
Like silent resistance.
When Ji Xiuran, who had not appeared for several days, stepped into the ward again, he happened to see Aunt Xie trying to persuade Zhao Ningchu to eat, but Zhao Ningchu refused to eat.
Ji Xiuran walked over, reached out and took the bowl from Aunt Xie's hand, and motioned for her to go out.
Ji Xiuran just stood beside the bed, looking at her condescendingly. After a while, he said, "What? Threaten me with a hunger strike?"
Zhao Ningchu closed her eyes and ignored him.
Suddenly, the quilt covering his body was ripped off. Zhao Ningchu opened his eyes and stared at him with a fierce look on his face: "What are you doing?"
Unfortunately, she was ill and had no strength, so her low roar seemed a little lacking in confidence.
"Get up!"
The next second, Ji Xiuran ignored the fact that she was still infusion and roughly pulled her up from the hospital bed. While sitting up, he accidentally touched the needle. Suddenly, Zhao Ningchu felt a stinging pain on the back of his hand, and then blood returned.
.
Ji Xiuran seemed not to notice and allowed the blood to return to the back of Zhao Ningchu's hand.
Zhao Ningchu endured the sting and reached out to pull out the needle on the back of her hand. The bright red blood splashed on her hospital gown, which was particularly dazzling.
Ji Xiuran looked at her coldly: "I'll ask again, should you eat or not?"
Zhao Ningchu turned her head to the side stubbornly: "No!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Xiuran pinched her cheek tightly. He used his hands to turn the girl's face towards him.
Zhao Ningchu's mouth was forced to open slightly.
A trace of fear flashed in her eyes. She struggled to get rid of this terrifying man, but the more she struggled, the more her cheeks hurt.
Painful tears rolled out of his eyes uncontrollably.
At this time, she did not forget to curse the terrifying man in front of her.
"Ji Xiuran, you bastard, madman."
Because her cheeks were pinched, her speech was a little unclear, but Ji Xiuran still heard what she said clearly.
"Zhao Ningchu, you dare to threaten me with a hunger strike for a wild man. Do you really think I won't do anything to you?"
After saying that, he picked up the spoon in the bowl with his other hand, filled a spoonful of porridge and put it directly into her mouth.
Zhao Ningchu struggled, grabbing Ji Xiuran's arm with both hands, trying to push him away, but to no avail, her cheeks hurt from being pinched.
Ji Xiuran kept putting porridge into her mouth with a gloomy face.
A spoonful.
Two spoons.
The white porridge spilled from his mouth and landed on the back of Ji Xiuran's hand and his black shirt, but he didn't care at all.
Ji Xiuran didn't let go of her cheek until his mouth was filled with white porridge.
Just when Zhao Ningchu was about to spit it out, Ji Xiuran's cold voice came again: "You dare to spit it out and try it!"
Zhao Ningchu stared at him angrily with tears in her eyes, and swallowed the white porridge in her mouth.
"Ji Xiuran, I hate you!"
She spoke angrily.
Maybe because I gained some strength after eating, my voice this time was much more powerful than before.
Ji Xiuran turned around, picked up a paper towel and wiped the rice on the back of his hand, and said disapprovingly: "If you don't eat it yourself, you have to feed me to you!"
"Who wants to feed you? Stop being so sentimental and get out of here. I don't want to see you!"
Zhao Ningchu growled lowly, his voice sharp and harsh.
Ji Xiuran's face turned dark visibly.
"Zhao Ningchu, I have never seen you so ungrateful."
After saying that, he threw the tissue in his hand into the trash can and turned to leave.
As soon as Ji Xiuran left, Su Yang walked in. Looking at the mess on the hospital bed, he said, "Madam, I'll ask the nurse to come over and change the quilt cover!"
"Su Yang, tell me, how is that boy doing?"
Su Yang shook his head slightly: "Madam, don't ask, just let this matter go. Don't make Mr. Ji angry again in the future."
Zhao Ningchu seemed to have heard a joke: "In the past, why should we let it go? Ji Xiuran tortured people like this indiscriminately. Why can we just say let it go?"
"Mr. Ji saw the video with his own eyes. You saw it too, didn't you?"
"What can a video show? He found someone to secretly film me, and I look down on him."
Su Yang sighed and said with a look of helplessness: "Mr. Ji didn't ask someone to follow you. Someone showed that video to Mr. Ji."
When Zhao Ning first heard this, he was stunned!
who is it?
Who secretly filmed her and sent such a video to Ji Xiuran.
Zhao Ningchu thought about everyone who appeared in the private room that night, but she still couldn't figure out who wanted to harm her.
Zhao Ningchu recovered her thoughts and asked, "Who sent it to Ji Xiuran?"