Chapter 17

Song Ling got out of the car and followed Shen Zhao.

When Ji Mingshu saw this, he quickly picked up his umbrella and got out of the car to follow them.

Shen Zhao rushed into the inpatient department of the hospital in the rain, and regardless of the people behind him, he pressed the elevator to go upstairs.

Song Ling followed behind her and rushed to the elevator. When the elevator door was closed, she quickly reached out to block it, and the elevator door was sensed and opened again.

Shen Zhao was stunned and looked up at Song Ling who was standing at the elevator door. She was half wet, her dark red dress was soaked by the rain, and the color turned dark. Her hair was also wet by the rain, and pressed tightly against her side face. Shen Zhao raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of the expression on her face, a little flustered.

This was the first time Shen Zhao saw it, and the people in front of him were also embarrassed.

Song Ling's fair fingers were stuck on the elevator door, she exerted a little force, and the joints were white. She narrowed her eyebrows and stared at the people in the elevator, slightly displeased.

Ji Mingshu also rushed over behind him, and his lower body was soaked through. It was very windy outside, and despite the umbrella, it was of little use.

She raised her eyes and caught sight of the boss standing at the entrance of the elevator, and hurriedly walked over.

Before the person came to the front, he heard the boss's faint voice: "Don't come here!"

Ji Mingshu stopped and stood there in a daze, seeing the boss enter the elevator alone.

Without a doubt, Shen Zhao was also in the elevator.

Song Ling stepped into the elevator and the elevator door closed.

Shen Zhao had her back against the wall of the elevator, and Song Ling stood in front of her facing her. She was wearing high heels, half a head taller than herself. Shen Zhao looked up at her, the airtight

space

It made her feel depressed.

Song Ling raised her foot and approached, staring at her side face, panting slightly, and asked in a cold voice, "Did I tell you to leave?"

Shen Zhao looked up and stared into her eyes, pursing her lips tightly without saying a word.

There was indifference in those eyes, and a flash of sternness flashed in a trance for a moment, staring at herself like a knife, Shen Zhao trembled subconsciously, she was afraid of such indifference and sternness.

Song Ling raised his hand and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to raise her head. What she needs is an obedient Shen Zhao, not a Shen Zhao who suddenly lost control and embarrassed her.

"The bone marrow match will be next month without any accident. You'd better break up with Rui Sier as soon as possible. Next time, don't let me hear, you and her call." Song Ling's thin lips parted lightly, trying to use this kind of overpowering Above her, the way of indifference and persecution was used to cover up the embarrassment that she had just felt at that moment.

Shen Zhao clenched his fingers tightly and gritted his teeth. Despite his fear, he still stared at Song Ling.

She opened the big net and wrapped her in it, making her unavoidable.

If it wasn't for this accident, she wouldn't have lost all her dignity like this and put herself in such a situation.

There was no sound in the closed elevator. During the stalemate, a ding sound was heard, and the elevator door behind Song Ling suddenly opened, and the elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor.

Shen Zhao tilted his head and shook off her fingers, stretched out his hand to push her away, and left her side as if he were escaping.

In the ward, Father Shen was lying on the bed, his face was much better than last week, but he was in a coma. Shen Zhao was worried and asked the doctor what was going on.

The doctor said: "He can only rely on these instruments to monitor various indicators. The surge of white blood cells has caused him to be very weak now, and it is normal for him to be in a coma. The most important thing at present is to wait for him to wake up and recover before the transplant operation. Surgery would be very risky."

Shen Zhao glanced sideways at the people in the ward, and asked, "When will you wake up?"

Doctor: "It depends on the patient's condition. It is still stable at present, and I can't say for the past two days. After waking up, we must pay special attention to his physical condition, including all aspects of food and drink. Even surgery requires physical Try to stay in the best shape possible.”

Hearing that the current situation was stable, Shen Zhao took a breath and nodded, "Okay, I understand, thank you doctor."

The doctor also nodded, comforted her a few words, and said some similar clinical experiences, indicating that the chance of success is not without. Shen Zhao listened to it, and the worries and worries for the past few days only let go a little at this moment.

The doctor left and took two steps to catch a glimpse of Song Ling not far away. He nodded to her and left.

Song Ling stepped forward, she caught a glimpse of the sad look on Shen Zhao's face, and her tone softened a little, "You don't have to worry about the bone marrow match, the most important thing now is to wait for him to wake up."

Shen Zhao stared at the person in the glass window, without looking at the person beside him, and said in a low voice, "You go, Sier... I will break up with her."

Song Ling was stunned when she heard her words. She turned her eyes and stared at the profile of the person next to her. Her cheeks were thin, and she was much weaker and decadent than when she first saw her.

In her eyes, the only topic of conversation between herself and her seemed to be the matter of breaking up her and Raisel.

Song Ling lowered her eyes lightly and did not answer her words. Maybe Shen Zhao, who has no hard thorns at the moment, is just a sheep without the power to fight back. Song Ling calmed down and asked her lightly, "Do you live in the hospital?"

Shen Zhao did not reply to her words.

Song Ling continued: "I have hired a special nurse to take care of you. You are in the hospital and you don't have a good rest."

Shen Zhao said coldly: "It doesn't matter, I will stay in the hospital and spend more time with him."

"The doctor also said that when he wakes up, he needs to pay attention to all aspects, including the temperature of his diet. You live in the hospital, are you planning to give him takeout, or go out to buy it yourself?" Song Ling stared at her, her tone slightly solemn. .

Shen Zhao lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and did not speak.

"Where are you going, it's not far from here, there are ingredients and a kitchen at home, I'll call Ming Shu to pick you up on the way back and forth, which is much more convenient than living in a hospital. He now has the best facilities to take care of, your senseless self-moving style Accompanying him can't help him in any way. Take care of yourself, and when he wakes up, he will recover better." Song Lingman said, and then paused, "No matter how difficult or painful the current situation is. As long as you remember, people always have to get better and better, and negative emotions and states cannot solve any difficulties at the moment.”

Such words make people feel ruthless in their ears, but Shen Zhao understands that intellectually, this is a sentence that is absolutely correct in any situation.

Shen Zhao said lightly: "Okay."

Song Ling caught a glimpse of the damp hair on the top of her head, which had become frizzy because of the heating. She reached out and grabbed her wrist and took her out, "You need to take a bath now, get a good night's sleep, and if you don't sleep, you should be lying inside."

Shen Zhao didn't resist any more, and let Song Ling pull her. The worries and fears over the past few days made her exhausted. After the doctor said that the situation was stable, her heart gradually calmed down.

As soon as he relaxed, he realized that he was so tired that he was about to faint.

Song Ling led her to the elevator and led her downstairs.

The elevator stopped on the first floor, and as soon as the elevator door opened, he caught sight of Ji Mingshu standing outside the elevator room.

Ji Mingshu heard the sound of the elevator door opening, looked up and saw the two people coming out of the elevator, her expression was startled, she thought that Shen Zhao would not follow.

She walked over and said softly, "Boss."

Song Ling held Shen Zhao's wrist, nodded lightly in response to her, and said, "Go home first."

Ji Mingshu glanced at Shen Zhao who was behind her and said yes in a low voice.

The rain outside was getting heavier, the wind was blowing, and it was getting colder.

Song Ling pulled Shen Zhao to stand at the entrance of the hall, waiting for Ji Mingshu to drive over.

When got into the car, the heater was turned on in the car, and the body that had been soaked in the rain gradually became warmer. The fragrance of Song Ling's body was baked and diffused, and the cool and faint smell drifted in the car.

It is rare for Shen Zhao to smell the fragrance without feeling dizzy.

On the contrary, there was some calming fragrance. She smelled the refreshing breath, closed her eyes and leaned against the window, listening to the patter of rain outside the window, and gradually became sleepy.

The sound of rain was raging outside the window, and the car drove smoothly on the highway. From the hospital to the villa, there were two elevated intersections, and it took less than 20 minutes.

The car got off the elevated and turned around to arrive at the Jiangyuan villa area.

Before Ji Mingshu drove the car into the garage, he heard Song Ling speak: "Stop at the door, you drive back and come back tomorrow morning."

The boss usually works late at the company, but today is probably an exception.

Ji Mingshu understood, nodded and said yes.

Song Ling looked sideways, and caught a glimpse of Shen Zhao leaning his head against the other side of the car window, the whole person was motionless, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

She got out of the car, circled to the other side, and gently opened the door.

The car door was suddenly opened, and her head leaning against the window suddenly sank. Song Ling raised her hand to block her with her arm. Shen Zhao was startled by the seat belt on her body. Turbidity, she frowned, raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of Song Ling who was approaching at an unknown time.

Song Ling bent over slightly, put her hand around her chest, and touched the bottom of the seat with her fingers, only to hear a click, and the seat belt was released. He just lowered his head and lowered his eyes, staring at the person who was only a few centimeters away from him.

The heartbeat was pounding, Shen Zhao held his breath, and the whole person was a little nervous.

Song Ling glanced at her sideways, blinked her eyes slightly, her eyes fell on her tightly closed lips, and she asked in a hoarse voice, "Am I a viper and beast?"