Chapter 55: First Aid This Bentley is not very quiet...
This Bentley is not very quiet. Su Huanhuan likes noisy environments and has music playing in the car.
The music in the car was so loud that Xia Yiqing's voice was drowned out by the music.
Xia Yiqing asked twice in a row before Su Huanhuan let out a cry and turned around.
Su Huanhuan had an apologetic smile on her face, and her whole body was filled with youthful energy. She lifted her wavy curls with her hand and grinned at Xia Yiqing.
"Qingqing, what did you say? I didn't hear you just now."
Looking out from the Bentley's window, the crowd watching nearby was slowly dispersing. The managers who were originally evacuating the guests were nowhere to be seen, and the bodyguards who were maintaining order seemed to have suddenly disappeared.
After a pause, Xia Yiqing changed the subject, "Just now, did you see anyone stopping people from coming up or going down here?"
"Yeah, I think there is. I was checked when I was going up the mountain, but they didn't stop me. They just set up a specific path up the mountain."
Her heart was pounding. Xia Yiqing took two deep breaths and attributed it to the physiological excitement after drinking.
Outside, light and shadow intertwined, and the leaves rustled in the night wind, occasionally casting a dark shadow on the ground.
"Well, Huanhuan, do you know who those people who are blocking the road are from?"
This question is a bit out of line.
Logically speaking, if Su Huanhuan knows, she knows, and if she doesn't know, she doesn't know. If she knows, there is no reason to tell her, and if she doesn't know, she would feel a little offended if asked, but they have been friends for many years.
Xia Yiqing pressed the edge of her skirt hard; she was taking a gamble.
Fortunately, Su Huanhuan stood the test. Her eyes rolled around, her long eyelashes fluttered, and she rubbed her chin with her fingers several times before she gave a cautious answer.
"It looks like they are powerful, but they don't look like the Shen family. Eh, it could be the Qi family."
"Qi" is a very prominent surname in Jiangcheng, but it is rarely seen.
When Xia Yiqing heard this word, she could only think of one person, the Third Master of Jiangcheng.
Why was he in Quanshanju? Was he here to discuss business with someone? Didn’t he say he was going back to Yiyuan?
Another voice emerged in my heart, he didn't say he was going back to Yiyuan, you just said that you wanted to go back to your home, why do you care about other people's movements?
"Huanhuan, my phone is out of battery. I'd like to ask if you have a charger or a place to charge it. I'm afraid I'll miss some important information."
Su Huanhuan's mobile phone brand was similar to Xia Yiqing's. After comparing them, she generously showed her the charging port in the car and helped Xia Yiqing plug it in.
Su Huanhuan was very generous and bold. She waved her hand and didn't come closer. "I'll give you some privacy. Just look at your phone. I won't disturb you."
Perhaps it was because the battery was out of service for too long, and even after the phone was charged, only a battery appeared, and a picture of green slowly rising, filling the entire bottle, and then disappearing.
Feeling confused and a little anxious, Xia Yiqing tried to take a deep breath, but the fingertips that were clenched were shaking.
The Bentley quickly passed through the darkness and drove into the city. Seeing that Xia Yiqing was not paying attention to her phone, Song Huanhuan interrupted.
"Send you back to Yiyuan? Your husband doesn't care about you anymore?"
Xia Yiqing felt a strange feeling when someone mentioned her. She pursed her lips and avoided the main point. "I live in the apartment closer to the company."
"Hey, when did you two stop living together? How come I didn't know? Did you have a conflict the last time you two came out? After that, I left with Chen Tan and knew nothing about these things."
My heart is a mess and I have no one to talk to.
But Su Huanhuan wasn't someone she didn't know. Xia Yiqing bit her lip twice, her eyes moving around a few times, revealing a little information, "There's no conflict, it's just that we can't get to know each other for the time being."
This is not false.
From childhood to adulthood, Xia Yiqing has never received obvious favoritism. Her mother's love is not without it, but it always comes at a price, such as asking her to please her father.
As a result, even though Xia Yiqing wanted to rely on others in her heart, there was no corresponding person in reality. She could only transfer all the emotions of relying on others to herself and rely on herself.
In short, it is difficult for Xia Yiqing to establish such a dependent relationship with others.
"Oh, it seems that there is still a long way to go between you two. However, as an outsider, I won't say much. Just keep it in mind.
"But now that you mention it, I think he might still be at Quanshanju tonight."
"Who?" Xia Yiqing unconsciously clenched her fists, feeling that she was asking a question she already knew the answer to.
"Third Master."
The man who was at the center of the discussion between Xia Yiqing and Su Huanhuan was now lying in the ambulance with his eyes out of focus.
He lay supine on the treatment cart, a pure oxygen mask on his face, his hands hanging limply beside the rescue bed, the diamond cufflinks on his cuffs reflecting the sparkle, like the girl's pale guardian.
Qi Hanmu's eyes, which usually had a cold glow, were now without a trace of light. He was like a beautiful doll that had broken down, lying motionless, allowing the medical staff to do whatever they wanted.
"The patient is in ventricular fibrillation. Prepare for defibrillation. Place the electrodes under the right clavicle."
The hand-made suit had been torn open for rescue purposes, and the area where electric shock and defibrillation were to be performed was coated with conductive paste, which was cold and sticky, but could sustain a person's life.
The defibrillator was already charged to 200J and, as the medical staff stepped aside, it was dropped onto the area where the man had applied the conductive cream.
Under the stimulation of the electric current, the data from Qi Hanmu's electrocardiogram monitor, which had been motionless, finally showed some fluctuations. It no longer alarmed crazily, but became a quiet alarm.
The medical staff at the scene probably breathed a sigh of relief. Qi Hanying's eyes turned red as he watched from the side. He turned his head, raised his hand, covered the area between himself and Qi Hanmu, and wiped the corners of his eyes violently twice.
"Epinephrine 1mg, intravenous push."
The medical staff's eyes, hidden behind the face shield, were focused on the results of the electrocardiogram monitor and other instruments nearby.
Luo Miao reminded him at the right time, "Doctor, he also suffers from asthma."
It wasn't that Luo Miao didn't want to talk about it. It was just that the atmosphere was heavy from the downstairs to the ambulance, and Luo Miao couldn't find an opportunity. Now that everyone was relieved, he chose to talk about it.
The ambulance came from the Qi family private hospital. The medical staff inside were all top-notch, but this team didn't know much about Qi Hanmu's condition. After nodding hurriedly, the older doctor made the conclusion.
"5mg of salbutamol, add a nebulizer, and connect a pure oxygen mask."
Unlike other patients who become irritable after breathing on their own, Qi Hanmu seems too quiet.
Even though the ECG monitor showed that he was out of serious danger and seemed to have regained consciousness, Qi Hanmu's eyes were still fixed on the void, unfocused.
Qi Hanmu just lay quietly in the ambulance, cooperating with the doctor's treatment and the nurse's medication.
His breathing was not suppressed, and he was able to respond when the doctors and nurses asked questions, but he was like wearing a mask. Once no one needed him to speak, Qi Hanmu would hide his true emotions under the mask.
Indifferent, alienated, and cold.
It was as if everyone in the car had nothing to do with him.
Luo Miao is very familiar with this situation.
This was how the Third Master lived in the years before he reunited with his wife.
Unable to bear it any longer, he turned off the lights, hugged his wife's ID photo, and retreated into the closet. He hugged himself with his hands, put his head against the closet, and took a deep breath.
By not being disturbed in this way, I can gain a sense of security.
When the ambulance drove into the hospital and Qi Hanmu was sent for emergency treatment, Qi Hanying finally seemed to be exhausted. He staggered a few steps and leaned against the wall of the hospital. He put his hands on the wall, breathing heavily, his veins bulging, like a fish thrown ashore.
Luo Miao offered a few words of comfort and then went to deal with other matters.
There are always people coming and going in the hospital, including elderly people seeking medical treatment, dying children, women with lifeless eyes carrying their children, and men playing games in the corridor without any concern.
Here, everyone's joys and sorrows seem to be worthy of attention, but they are so small, like a drop in the ocean, flowing into the torrent of sadness or pain, making it difficult to notice.
"Secretary Luo," Qi Hanying stood up shakily and grabbed the corner of Luo Miao's clothes, like grabbing a life-saving straw, staring at him with a pair of bloodshot eyes.
"Did my brother get sick because she didn't answer the phone?"
Although this "ta" does not refer to male or female, and does not even have a clear direction, Luo Miao and Qi Hanying looked at each other and knew what was going on.
Compared to Qi Hanying, who seemed to be losing control and had red eyes, Luo Miao seemed particularly calm.
He just looked at Qi Hanying calmly with those eyes, "Third Master's health has always been poor." Then Luo Miao took a step back and gently pulled away Qi Hanying's claws that were slightly deformed due to excitement.
"Mr. Qi, as a member of the Qi family, should know better than me. There are many causes of illness. This time, it was just an opportunity."
Even though he had some guesses in his mind, Luo Miao was unwilling to blame Xia Yiqing after all.
As an observer, he thought that neither the Third Master nor his wife was at fault, but they just had something that they cherished in their hearts.
Qi Hanying raised the back of her hand to cover her eyes, took five or six deep breaths, and slowly moved her hand away. Her eyes were bloodshot.
"If anything happens to my brother, I will never forgive her."
Luo Miao remained silent. When the Third Master was sober, it was impossible for him to let his wife suffer any harm.
He knew this in his heart, but there was probably no need to tell Mr. Qi.
"Buzz..."
Qi Hanmu's cell phone rang.
The word "Xia" is right there on it.
The lights in the operating room were never turned off, and the three red words during the operation hurt countless people's eyes.
The hospital has heard countless prayers and blessings, and witnessed many tears.
When he opened his eyes again and saw the snow-white ceiling, Qi Hanmu's breathing suddenly became heavy, then he held his breath, and then slowly relaxed.
Even though he had suppressed the urge to look at people, his eyes seemed to be out of control and automatically searched the room.
The ECG monitor was beeping, and there were tubes all over his body. When he raised his hand, there were also many infusion tubes on his hand.
Hearing the noise, the doctor from the private hospital came in immediately.
They were calm, orderly and professional. They first checked me out and then asked respectfully if I felt any discomfort.
After all, this person is the hospital's major financial backer and the largest shareholder, so he has to be taken seriously.
Seeing the dean lowering his head in front of him, with a kind smile on his face and not daring to breathe, Qi Hanmu lay on the elevated hospital bed, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.
He actually wanted to laugh.
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