The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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"Don't touch him yet." The secretary's eyelashes trembled slightly, "I understand." He looked at Duan Xishen, and a layer of frost could almost be scraped off the man's face. "He's still alive, he's still alive, as long as he's still alive..." Ning Quruo and Huo Yan also showed a hint of ecstasy on their faces. "What's going on now?" The doctor pursed his lips for a long time, then slowly said, "She might...become a vegetable." The corridor was dead silent.
The atmosphere condensed into ice.
The secretary's muscles tensed.
Duan Xishen pushed the wheelchair to the elevator.
The secretary and the bodyguard looked at each other.
What does this mean?
"Mr. Duan...Gu Qifang..."
The man pursed his lips tightly, and the sound was squeezed out of his throat.
"Don't touch him yet."
The secretary's eyelashes trembled slightly, "I understand."
He looked at Duan Xishen, and a layer of frost could almost be scraped off the man's face. It was unknown how aggrieved and angry he was in his heart.
But I can only endure it.
…
The silver Bentley drove up to the first floor of the building.
Duan Xishen looked towards the hospital gate with a gloomy look in his eyes.
Stand still.
The secretary originally wanted to help the man push the wheelchair, but was frightened by the man's aura and did not dare to move.
One minute, two minutes.
Time passes slowly.
The secretary's face showed some anxiety.
"Mr. Duan..."
He hesitated for a moment and whispered,
"Maybe he's okay? Maybe he was rescued."
Duan Xishen's eyelashes trembled.
…
More than two hours have passed since Gu Weiman was sent to the hospital.
In the corridor, Huo Yan and Ning Quruo were sitting on a chair.
One leaned on the windowsill.
All is silent.
The entire corridor was eerily quiet.
It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of his wheelchair sliding gently across the ground.
The man raised the corners of his mouth stiffly.
"Is she... okay?"
The two people didn't speak.
Deathly silence.
At this moment, Duan Xishen suddenly began to miss the shouting and willful Ning Quruo on the street.
Even Ning Quruo at that time seemed like he could rush up and beat him up at any time.
Instead of being like now, with no movement at all.
It's like the end of the world.
Duan Xishen looked at the two men, and the glimmer of hope that had risen in his heart also faded into silence...
He stood there quietly, dazed.
For a while.
There is a new sculpture in the corridor.
The line between the man's eyelashes and chin was stretched into a straight line.
The secretary also lowered his head slightly.
Almost suffocating.
Behind me, there was the sound of a door opening.
Duan Xishen was stunned.
The secretary immediately turned around and looked behind him.
The doctor walked out of the emergency room with tired steps. He took off his mask and looked at Duan Xishen and others.
"Which of you is Gu Weimian's family member?"
Duan Xishen's eyes suddenly lit up.
"She...was she rescuing someone just now?"
The doctor was stunned for a moment, probably because he didn't expect the patient to ask such a question. He adjusted his glasses and nodded.
"Yes."
Duan Xishen's eyes turned red.
"She's still alive, isn't she?"
Only those who are alive need rescue.
Otherwise, what is there to rescue?
The doctor hesitated for a moment after hearing this, then nodded again.
"Um."
Duan Xishen's entire body went limp after hearing the 'hmm', and he almost fell down with his wheelchair. "He's still alive, he's still alive, as long as he's still alive..."
Ning Quruo and Huo Yan also showed a hint of ecstasy on their faces.
Ning Quruo walked quickly forward and rushed into the emergency room.
The doctor stopped him.
His expression was solemn, and his gaze slowly moved across the faces of several people.
"I'm sorry...but she's..."
Several people's hearts sank.
"What's going on now?"
The doctor pursed his lips for a long time, then slowly said,
"She might...become a vegetable."
The corridor was dead silent.
Every element of the air seemed to solidify.
It was frozen into a cold oil painting.