Shu Wan, who was still breathing, used all her strength to look sideways at Ji Sihan, who was galloping.
"You...go after your fiancée...leave me alone..."
One sentence she said intermittently almost killed her.
She struggled, leaning against the passenger seat, taking in big gulps of air, but nothing could relieve her suffocation.
Ji Sihan knitted his thick eyebrows and glanced at her, but did not reply to her words. He quickly drove into the hospital with a cold face and said nothing.
Shu Wan saw him carrying her and walking quickly to the hospital, stretched out her weak little hand, and raised her hand to tug at his white shirt.
"I...don't want to go to the hospital..."
The woman's fingers were cold when they touched her skin, as if the temperature had rapidly faded before she died, which made his heart tremble suddenly.
"Be good and obey me. There is oxygen in the hospital."
After comforting him, Ji Sihan hugged the woman in his arms tightly and walked straight to the triage table.
The person in charge of the hospital who was patrolling the triage table saw Ji Sihan coming and hurriedly greeted him.
"Mr. Ji..."
"Alan, heart disease, get oxygen!"
Alan, who was wearing a white coat, was interrupted by Ji Sihan before he could speak.
She glanced at the woman who couldn't breathe in Ji Sihan's arms, and quickly led him to the ward next to her.
"Mr. Ji, please come with me!"
Alan pushed open the door of the empty ward and asked Ji Sihan to put the person on the bed. He quickly pulled out the oxygen mask and quickly helped Shu Wan put it on.
Breathing in fresh oxygen, Shu Wan felt like a fish out of water suddenly returned to the pond and regained a new lease of life.
She grabbed the oxygen mask and inhaled desperately, and then the heart that was suffocated to the point of being unable to breathe was supplied with oxygen again.
Ji Sihan saw that her face had regained some vitality, and her tense expression gradually returned to being cold and distant.
He looked at Alan, who was examining Shu Wan: "How is she?"
Alan listened to Shu Wan's heartbeat for a while and felt something was wrong.
"After receiving oxygen, he recovered. The specific situation requires further examination."
There were indeed symptoms of heart failure, but she did not dare to say anything in front of Ji Sihan before the test results came out.
Ji Sihan ordered in a cold voice: "Do a full body check on her."
Alan nodded: "I'll go out and make arrangements first."
Shu Wan, who was taking oxygen, heard the conversation between the two and gave up his struggle.
She couldn't hide her illness anyway, so Ji Sihan knew it.
After Alan left, Ji Sihan took out his mobile phone and called Su Qing: "Two things. The hotel's surveillance has deleted it and blocked Gu Jingshen's mouth."
Su Qing respectfully replied: "Yes".
Ji Sihan then put down his phone and looked down at Shu Wan, "Why didn't you tell me that you had a heart attack?"
His expression was as cold and cold as ever, as if he was not worried about her condition, but blaming her for hiding it.
When Shu Wan saw his cold expression, the little ripples that had just been caused gradually faded away.
She raised her hand to take off the oxygen mask and speak, but a hand with sharp bones grabbed her wrist.
"do not move."
The man's pleasant voice sounded in his ears, hitting Shu Wan's heart and causing several more ripples.
She held down her abnormal heart, trying to control its beating frequency, but was frightened by the man who suddenly leaned over and made it beat faster.
Ji Sihan's tall and straight body came with a suffocating pressure that made Shu Wan couldn't help but shrink back.
But he didn't notice it at all. He pressed her on the hospital bed, lowered his head and stared at her pale face, and asked softly: "Where else do you feel uncomfortable?"
Ji Sihan rarely cared about her like this, almost never before. This sudden gentleness made Shu Wan extremely uncomfortable.
She pressed her back tightly against the hospital bed, and after she distanced herself from him, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
She lowered her eyelashes and whispered: "Back..."
She looked cute and calm, exactly the same as when she followed him, as if she had never changed.
The cold and hard lines on Ji Sihan's face softened slightly.
He unbuttoned her coat and glanced at her back.
Three dark red iron rod marks were almost dented into the flesh.
It's as if you can see the traces of cracked bones, which are so eye-catching.