"Ms. Su is seriously injured now. It is impossible for her to fly there by herself. Moreover, being sent to a foreign hospital for treatment is not covered by medical insurance. Do her family members need to consider this?"
Han Murphy was about to say that he didn't need to think about it, but he stopped when he reached his lips.
He was too impulsive just now, which made his relationship with Xiaoxiao look very complicated.
Now, no matter what he said, he should wait for Su Changming to speak first.
What made him happy was that Su Changming was not stupid and knew how to look at him and the dean with tears in his eyes and said: "Dean, Mr. Han, this is the only bloodline left in my second brother's family. I hope you can save him."
Save Xiaoxiao.”
Upon hearing this, Han Murphy took the opportunity to answer: "Mr. Su, don't worry. As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Today, since I had the chance to save Miss Su this morning, I will definitely help her to the end."
Turning around, he said to the dean: "Dean, please contact the American hospital. Don't worry about the cost."
The director was naturally a smart man. He nodded in agreement with a smile and asked the attending doctor to take them to the special care ward to see Xiaoxiao.
After coming out of the ward, Han Murphy felt a little dazed.
The surrounding lights kept beating, and the floor trembled as if it was cold, as if lamenting his tragic fate.
Whenever he is about to catch happiness, happiness has expired.
And his soul had to return to darkness again, struggling hard in that cold world.
When he arrived at the hospital lobby, a group of people rushed toward him, and the spotlights flashed.
"Mr. Han, I heard that your lover unfortunately suffered a car accident today and is now lying in the hospital. Is this true?" Sometimes, those gossip reporters are often the first to guess the truth.
Today, he was in a very bad mood. He neither wanted to find a reason to explain nor speak. With a cold glance at the reporters, he pushed aside their surroundings and walked forward.
But those gossip magazine reporters were so easy to kill. They followed him persistently, stared at him, and kept asking him questions, which disturbed his already messy mood and began to lose control. He wanted to punch them all.
Down.
At this moment, a familiar voice sounded not far ahead: "I asked my husband to save Miss Su. If you have any questions, just ask me."
Looking up, Han Murphy saw Zheng Tianai dressed in red.