Chapter 23: Ji Bingqian grabs the wrist
Xu Yueqing wiped the tears from her face carelessly, and her eyes fell on the insulated lunch box the next second.
Inside was the pumpkin porridge she had just cooked, still warm.
She thought of Ji Bingqian.
She took a deep breath and wiped away the remaining tears on her face with the back of her hand.
Xu Yueqing, you don't have time to be sad here.
There is still a lot to do.
My mother's illness, her future...
Everything that just happened was just the last bit of aftermath before severing the evil fate.
The night wind could not blow away the lingering fear in her heart, but it did bring her some clarity.
Xu Yueqing walked out of the suffocating old building, stood on the side of the road, and stopped a taxi.
The wheels rolled, leaving the unbearable things behind far behind.
Twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped steadily in front of the city center hospital.
Xu Yueqing took a deep breath, took out her cell phone from her bag, and sent a WeChat message to Zhou Yuan with trembling fingertips.
[Special Assistant Zhou, I'm at the hospital entrance.]
Zhou Yuan replied quickly: [Ms. Xu, please wait a moment. I'll be down right away.]
One minute later.
Zhou Yuan walked out of the hospital lobby quickly.
"Miss Xu, come with me."
He led Xu Yueqing inside.
The elevator rose smoothly and reached the VIP ward on the top floor.
Zhou Yuan stopped at the door of a ward and whispered to Xu Yueqing, "Mr. Ji's anesthetic effect has just worn off, and he's resting now."
Xu Yueqing nodded and said softly, "I understand. I won't wake Mr. Ji up."
Zhou Yuan gave a few more instructions and left first.
At the door of the ward, Xu Yueqing was the only one left.
She took another deep breath, suppressed her chaotic thoughts, and then gently pushed open the heavy door in front of her.
The ward was very quiet, with only the regular ticking of instruments being heard.
She walked lightly, fearing to disturb the people inside.
The curtains in the huge ward were half-drawn, letting in some neon lights from the city night scene, making the light a little dim.
Ji Bingqian lay quietly on the hospital bed.
He closed his eyes, lacking his usual imposing aura. His facial features were still sharp and distinct, though with a sickly paleness.
It is rumored that Ji Jiuye in the Beijing circle is decisive and ruthless, and is an absolute tyrant in the business world.
But when Xu Yueqing looked at his peaceful sleeping face, she felt that this man had a soft heart that was unknown to others.
Otherwise, he would not have anonymously funded her to complete all her studies.
He would not even lend a helping hand to her when she was forced into a desperate situation and her mother was dying.
Even though it was a deal, she was still grateful.
At this moment, Ji Bingqian, who was in a coma, frowned.
Then, the fingers of his hand with the needle in it moved slightly.
Xu Yueqing's heart suddenly became nervous.
The anesthetic has worn off. Does the wound hurt?
She subconsciously looked down his arm and her eyes fell on the hanging IV bag and regulator.
Could it be that the needle dripped too quickly, irritating the blood vessels and causing him to feel a stinging pain?
As soon as this thought came to her mind, she took a step forward without thinking too much, intending to help him adjust the drip speed.
Her fingertips just touched the regulator of the IV tube—
The man who had his eyes closed suddenly opened them without any warning.
Those deep eyes were as sharp as an eagle in the dim light. Almost before she could react, Ji Bingqian's hand had stretched out as fast as lightning and grabbed her wrist!
Then, a huge force came, and she felt dizzy...
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