When Qiao Qing heard Ji Qingyi's words, he wanted to laugh, but he had no strength left.

"It will be fine soon. Someone will come to rescue us soon."

Ji Qing also noticed Qiao Qing's powerlessness, and he could only encourage Qiao Qing in the gentlest tone.

Then he took out his cell phone and used the flashlight to illuminate the surroundings, trying to find a breakthrough.

There were times when he felt anxious and helpless.

The elevator lights came on and the doors opened.

Ji Qingyi seemed to have seen the light. A light flashed in his dark eyes. He quickly squatted down and carried Qiao Qing out of the elevator.

At this time, Qiao Qing was close to coma. Her vision was blurry and she could only vaguely see a shadow. She reflexively reached out and hugged Ji Qingyi's neck, with her head resting tightly against Ji Qingyi's chest.

Qiao Qing's reaction made Ji Qingyi pause slightly. At this moment, he had the illusion that he was Qiao Qing's only support.

The staff around have gathered around.

"How is the president?"

"Is the president okay?"

"CEO CEO"

It's chirping and very noisy.

Ji Qingyi's already anxious and irritable heart couldn't help but explode.

He raised his voice and said, "Get out of the way."

The pitch-black eyes seemed like unmelting black ice. Looking at them was like falling into the deep seabed, with a cold feeling rushing straight up from the soles of the feet.

The staff was immediately stunned by Ji Qingyi's powerful aura. They didn't expect that Ji Qingyi, whose presence was as thin as the air on the top of a mountain, could have such sharp eyes when he glanced at them.

It was like a sharp knife cutting their throats; if they said one more word, they would feel the danger was imminent.

Ji Qingyi walked very quickly. Even though he was holding Qiao Qing, his steps were not unsteady at all, and his back was straight.

Fortunately, an ambulance was called early in the morning.

The ambulance just arrived at the company gate.

The medical staff gave Qiao Qing simple treatment.

Ji Qingyi followed Qiao Qing into the ambulance.

His dark eyes were fixed on Qiao Qing's pale face. His broad hands tightly held Qiao Qing's soft and slender hands, and he prayed silently in his heart.

Even though the ambulance was very fast.

But Ji Qingyi in the car felt that every minute and every second was torture.

Ji Qingyi didn't know how much time had passed before he followed Qiao Qing to the hospital and saw Qiao Qing enter the emergency room.

Several people couldn't sleep tonight.

When Secretary Zhang heard the news, he rushed over immediately.

On the way here, he called Cheng Yiyang.

Fortunately, the person was safe and sound in the end, and the people guarding outside the emergency room finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Secretary Zhang, in particular, was nervous, anxious and guilty. When he learned that Qiao Qing was fine, he finally felt relieved.

The whole night passed like this.

Qiao Qing slept soundly.

Several men were afraid that she would wake up, so they slept uneasily beside the bed.

In the early morning, sunlight shines into the room through the window.

Qiao Qing opened his eyes hazily, and what he saw was the white ceiling, and the pungent smell of disinfectant lingered at the tip of his nose.

She moved her hands, felt the warm touch, and turned to look over.

Cheng Yi Yang held her hand and fell asleep on the bed.

As if her movements were too big, Cheng Yi Yang also became more awake. Seeing Qiao Qing wake up, there was a hint of surprise on his handsome face.

"Qiao Qiao, how do you feel now? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

The clear voice was filled with concern.

Qiao Qing smiled and felt like a fragile doll.

She opened her mouth slightly and said soothingly, "I'm fine."

He moved his body and tried to sit up.

Cheng Yiyang quickly helped Qiao Qing sit up, and with his slender hands he took the pillow for her to lean on.

"Are you really okay?"

A pair of eyes were always on Qiao Qing, fearing that something was wrong with her.

Qiao Qing nodded, a little amused, "I'm really fine. If I felt uncomfortable, I would have told you. Am I the kind of person who doesn't take my body seriously?"

Cheng Yiyang breathed a sigh of relief, then got angry. "You really scared me yesterday. How could this elevator have a problem?"

He thought about it and said very seriously: "This matter cannot be let go like this. Fortunately, nothing happened. If something went wrong, who would be responsible for it?"

Qiao Qing's watery eyes moved, and a strange color floated in her eyes. She reached out and pulled Cheng Yiyang's sleeve.

She said coquettishly, "Look, I'm fine now, aren't I?"

After a pause, he said seriously, "I'll let Secretary Zhang handle this matter. You're such a busy person, so don't waste your time on this trivial matter."

Cheng Yiyang became even angrier. He stretched out his hand and placed it on Qiao Qing's smooth forehead to measure her temperature. "You don't have a fever, so why are you talking nonsense?"

Qiao Qing slapped Cheng Yiyang's hand away, his eyes full of confusion, "What nonsense?"

"This involves your life, and you still treat it as a trivial matter. I think you have injured your brain."

Cheng Yiyang was annoyed, "No matter how busy I am, I still have time to deal with these things."

He took out his cell phone and was about to make a call.

Qiao Qing stretched out his hand and stopped him.

She looked at Cheng Yiyang with her bright eyes, full of seriousness, and her soft voice carried a hint of firmness: "I don't want to make a big fuss about this. Grandpa is not in good health, and I don't want him to know."

"If you handle it for me, it will definitely get out."

The tone was very firm.

Cheng Yiyang paused with his bony hands, and the curve of his lips became a straight line.

What Qiao Qing said does make sense.

"Okay, I won't interfere in this matter, but you have to deal with it seriously."

He thought for a while and said, "The problem with this elevator must be due to poor management. If it's left alone, who knows what will happen next time."

Qiao Qing nodded obediently, "I will definitely take care of it, don't worry."

At this time, the door opened.

Ji Qingyi walked into the ward with a bag in his hand. His slender eyes looked at Qiao Qing's face with a little concern. His delicate little face was a little pale, but he seemed to be in good spirits.

He put the breakfast in his hand on the table.

"Are you hungry?"

As he spoke, his slender hands set the table for Qiao Qing.

Qiao Qing's eyes lit up and he smiled, "I'm really hungry. What did you buy?"

She looked at the bag in Ji Qingyi's hand with eager eyes, which made it seem that what he said was true.

Ji Qingyi's dark eyes were filled with a smile. He opened the takeaway box with his bony fingers and said slowly, "I bought porridge. You need to eat something light now."

"Porridge is fine too."

Qiao Qing smiled happily and didn't care much about this.

Cheng Yiyang looked at Ji Qingyi's actions, his thick dark eyebrows raised slightly. He reached out and picked up the fruit knife on the table and started peeling the apple.

After peeling it, he handed it to Qiao Qing and said, "Eat some fruit first."

Qiao Qing shook his head. "I just woke up. I have to go wash up first."

Hearing this, Ji Qingyi paused and turned to look at Qiao Qing. For the first time, he looked directly into Qiao Qing's eyes and said softly, "Let me help you go."

He stretched out his hand.

Cheng Yiyang also reached out his hand to support Qiao Qing's arm. He looked at Ji Qingyi with a sharp look in his eyes, "This matter does not seem to be within your scope of responsibility."

Ji Qingyi also looked over, holding Qiao Qing's arm with his hand, and slightly opened his thin lips, "If you want to take care of me, then take care of me. Does it need to be within the scope of my duties?"

He paused, as if he had realized something. "Are you taking care of the president because it is within your job scope?"

He looked Cheng Yi Yang up and down, and Cheng Yi Yang's face turned black.

Then he said slowly: "It turns out that Mr. Cheng also does these things for the salary, but I can't tell."

The joking tone made Qiao Qing burst out laughing.

I felt that this was a bit unfair, so I quickly tried to smooth things over by saying, "I can go alone. It's not like my legs are injured. I can still walk."

Her eyebrows were curved, and her fair and delicate face was full of smiles.

Cheng Yiyang sneered, "You are good at talking, but what's the use of having a powerful mouth?"

He turned to look at Qiao Qing and said in a clear voice, "Qiao Qiao, let me help you go. You are still a little weak."

Ji Qingyi raised his eyebrows and said unconvincedly: "How do you know that I am only good at talking?"

His dark eyes suddenly became aggressive, and he looked at Cheng Yiyang with a sense of oppression.

Cheng Yiyang sneered and ignored it.

It would be a drop in his status to argue with a minor clerk.

Just when the atmosphere was a little tense, the door of the ward opened and a person walked in.

The man who came was tall and straight, and his appearance was similar to the two people in the ward.

Han Linyu looked at Qiao Qing lying on the bed, stepped closer to the bed, put the flower basket in his hand on the table, and asked softly with concern in his eyes, "Are you okay?"

Qiao Qing smiled and nodded, "I feel fine now."

Her bright eyes glanced at the flower basket on the table and she asked politely, "Why did you buy something?"

"You are a patient after all. You have to bring something when you visit a patient."

Han Linyu joked with a smile. He looked at the two people around him with his deep eyes and then he realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

His eyes fell on Ji Qingyi, and he felt that the person in front of him was very familiar, but he didn't seem to know him.

"Who is this?"

The doubt in Han Linyu's eyes was too obvious.

Qiao Qing introduced with a smile: "This is Ji Qingyi, now working in my company."

Worried that Han Linyu would ask why Ji Qingyi was here, he quickly added, "He saved me last night."

Han Linyu nodded thoughtfully, "Is it the one from the Ji family?"

This name is very familiar, so I can remember it of course.

Ji Qingyi has no presence in the Ji family, but he is very famous in the playboy circle, and he spends money lavishly quite often.

Although his parents are no longer with us, the belongings they left him are enough for him to live a carefree life.

Qiao Qing smiled and replied softly, "Yeah."

Cheng Yiyang said sarcastically, "What Ji family? That was only in the past. There is no Ji family now."

He never had a good impression of Ji Qingyi, so naturally, he wouldn't say anything nice.

Ji Qingyi glanced at Cheng Yiyang and unexpectedly responded, "Well, the Ji family is long gone. I am Ji Qingyi and don't belong to any family."