She half-supported her body and was nervous for no reason, "How did you come in?"
"I came in by swiping the door card." He put two boxes of handmade pastries on the table, "Do you want to get up and have something to eat? I just made it, do you feel better?"
Li Mi gently bit her lip, "I still have a stomachache." Then she lifted the quilt and got up.
"Ah?" He turned his eyes to look at her, then quickly came to her to help her, "Will you go to the hospital to see? Girls should not take it hard when they are out."
With his support, she sat on the edge of the bed and put on her shoes. When she stood up, the striking blood on the sheets came into Zhang Linmo's eyes. He asked directly, "Do you have menstruation?"
"No." She turned her eyes to his surprised gaze and saw it.
At this time, the stomachache became more and more obvious. Li Mi had no time to think, so she leaned into Zhang Linmo's arms weakly.
Zhang Linmo put one hand around her waist, grabbed a blanket with the other hand and surrounded her lower body, then picked her up with her waist and strided out of the room!
This series of actions is neat and neat.
"Hold on!" He comforted her and rushed into the elevator with her in his arms.
Li Mi suddenly felt so painful that she felt cold sweat from her forehead. She hugged his neck and looked at him weakly. Her firm chin was somewhat similar to Jingting.
At this moment, she remembered him again, and she really missed him...
After rushing out of the elevator, Zhang Linmo hugged her and rushed to the side of the road, stopped a taxi, carried her into the back seat of the car, "Go to the hospital! Hurry!"
"OK."
The car door closed and the car rushed towards the hospital!
Zhang Linmo wiped her sweat with a handkerchief, looking nervous, "Stand it, it'll be here soon."
"Thank you, Lin Mo..." Li Mi treated him as her younger brother and was full of gratitude to him, "Please don't...don't tell Jingting, please."
Although I don’t know what that bastard Jingting did to her, Zhang Linmo was unintentional to participate in these things, "Okay, I promise you! You must promise me too, hold on!"
"It won't be fatal if my stomach hurts..." She forced herself to joke with him.
Unexpectedly, his eyes rolled, "Who knows? When you are not lucky, you may sneeze and have a chance to hang up!"
“…”
In the hospital.
Jingting was still in the rescue room, and there was no good news at all. He was covered in blood and was confused.
Seven or eight brain experts gathered together to develop a plan.
"Director, I detected that Mr. Jing's awareness of survival was getting weaker and weaker."
"He kept trying to move his lips, not knowing what to say!"
"Go and listen!"
Two doctors immediately came to Jingting's blood-stained thin lips and listened carefully.
The other doctor tried his best to stop bleeding and transfusions from him, and tried to pull him back from the gates of hell!
"Xiaomi...Xiaomi..." Jingting couldn't feel the pain and called her name weakly with his remaining will.
It took a lot of effort for two doctors with excellent hearing to hear clearly, "Xiaomi?"
"Is this a person's name?"
"may be."
"No matter whether it is, I have to ask my family members! Come find this person!"
At this time, the helicopter arrived in New York and was parked on the roof of the hospital.
Jing Zhixia and her group got off the plane and headed straight for the elevator.
I arrived outside the emergency room as soon as possible, my eyes were red and swollen.
"Hello, Madam, Mr. Yu." Several entourage members of Jingting saluted them with a sad expression.
Xiaoxia and Xiang Heng supported Jing Zhixia. She came to the door of the closed emergency room and gently covered the door with her hands, which was the closest place to her son.
Her vision was blurred, her legs were weak, and her body was trembling.
The spirit seemed to have suffered a huge blow, "Son... Ting'er... you must hold on."
The warning lights at the door of the emergency room were flashing constantly, and the situation was still very critical.
Yumengxi collapsed, and she cried in silence. Her excellent education made her restraint. It was not advisable to cry and make a fuss in the hospital.
Jing Zhixia's thoughts were retracted bit by bit, and she slowly turned her eyes, with a hint of coldness in her swollen eyes, "How did the car accident happen?"