Chapter 183 Sharing the Same Bed (2)

"Mr. Su?"

Song Qingchun stopped in front of Su Zhinian and called out his name first. Seeing that he still showed no signs of waking up, he stretched his neck and glanced at his face. Only then did he realize that he was elegant and delicate. His brows were tightly frowned, looking very painful, his lips were almost pale, without a trace of blood, and there was a strange flush on his fair and handsome face.

The room is very quiet, his breathing is very rapid, each breath is as heavy as a thousand catties, giving people a feeling of difficulty breathing.

Song Qingchun frowned, stretched out his hand, touched Su Zhinian's forehead lightly, and then pulled it back suddenly.

How did he burn so badly? Like boiling water.

"Su Zhinian? Su Zhinian!" Song Qingchun hurriedly stretched out his hand and shook Su Zhinian's shoulder, calling him a lot louder, blurting out his name because of his anxiety.

But the man was still in a coma, because of her shaking, his unbuttoned suit jacket was opened, and she saw that the white suit he was wearing underneath was covered with blood.

Song Qingchun was stunned for a moment, and took off his clothes in a panic. Seeing that there was no injury on his body, he searched for other places and found a bandage on the right side of his head.

The white gauze was soaked with blood, and some bright red stained the sofa.

Why did he have a head injury? And like Brother Yinan, he looks very serious...

He also had such a high fever, would his life be in danger?

Song Qingchun remembered that before Sun's sister-in-law left, she had told her that Su Zhinian had a family doctor and could contact him in case of any emergency, so he hurriedly took out his phone from his bag, and panicked in the call log. After searching for a while, I finally found the name "Doctor Xia", and dialed it quickly.

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingchun took a lot of effort to drag Su Zhinian into the elevator, up to the second floor, and then dragged him onto his bed.

She first took off the bloody clothes on his body, then took a hot towel to wipe off the blood on his body, pulled a thick silk quilt, and covered him.

Not five minutes after finishing her work, Song Qingchun heard a car whistle coming from downstairs. She glanced out the window and saw that it was coming from the door of the villa, then hurried down and opened the door.

Dr. Xia is nearly sixty years old, his hair is much grayer, but he walks like flying.

On the phone, he asked a lot about Su Zhinian's situation, so he brought a lot of inspection tools when he came, and Song Qingchun helped them carry them up to the second floor.

Doctor Xia examined Su Zhinian for half an hour before taking off the mask.

"Doctor Xia, how is Mr. Su?" Song Qingchun, who had been guarding the bedroom all the time, stood up from the sofa and asked.

"Fortunately, the wound has been treated and there is no infection. I changed the bandage again, but before the wound is completely healed, there may still be a small amount of bleeding, but it's nothing serious. He has such a severe fever, so as not to get sick It’s getting worse, I have to give him an injection.” Dr. Xia took several medicines from the medicine box and began to mix them, then injected them into glucose water, hung them on a simple bracket, and held the needle Aiming at the blood vessel on the back of Su Zhinian's right hand, he pierced it accurately.