Chapter 161 He asked her if she was soft

Shu Xue tried hard to suppress the bitterness and anger in her heart and said, "I'm fine."

She clumsily changed the subject, looked at Qiao Xi and asked, "Do you think Liu Zongyun in ward 2121 can be successfully rescued?"

Qiao Xi hid her doubts in her heart, but was aroused by her words.

She recalled the look on Liu Zongyun's face in the emergency room and said, "Maybe. He has a strong desire to survive."

When she entered, Liu Zongyun stretched out his index finger with great difficulty to hook her sterile gown. Qiao Xi only then realized that he could move his fingers, but the amplitude was too small.

Those cloudy and dim eyes radiated the light of survival.

Qiao Xi thought, God will not let down those who work hard.

Shu Xue said with emotion: "If he didn't make it, then Xu Xingluo would have indirectly killed her uncle, and she would probably feel guilty for the rest of her life."

"Um."

Qiao Xi took a deep breath, and her heart suddenly felt blocked.

She didn't have much work to do today, so she stayed at the nurses' station with Shu Xue and waited for news from the emergency room.

Two hours later.

Finally, news came that Liu Zongyun's condition had stabilized for the time being, and he would be sent to the intensive care unit for observation.

The huge stone in Qiao Xi's heart also fell.

Shu Xue smiled at her, "You should feel relieved now, right? Xu Xingluo and Liu Huimin were so rude to you, why did you pay special attention to Liu Zongyun?"

There was a faint smile in Qiao Xi's eyes: "I don't know."

She looked down at the text message on her phone and said to Shu Xue, "I have to go out for something later. I've already asked for leave. If you have anything, give me a call and I'll rush to the hospital."

"Okay, don't worry."

Qiao Xi put away her phone and hurried out of the hospital.

…

A Lincoln stretched car was parked at the entrance of the hospital. When Ah Zhong, the butler of the Huo family's old house, saw her, he opened the car door and said politely, "Young Madam, be careful not to hit your head."

"Thank you."

Qiao Xi got in the car and the Lincoln drove towards the Huo family's old house.

Since Huo Xingzhou severed his relationship with Mr. Huo, she only came to the old house once a week. Every time, Butler Zhong would personally come to the hospital to pick him up.

More than an hour later.

The car stopped at the gate of a heavy and simple old house. A Zhong opened the door and Qiao Xi got out and followed him in.

I ran into my former great aunt Wang Fengxian head-on.

She was dressed simply, not as flamboyant as before. She looked at Qiao Xi with cold eyes, as if she had a lot of hatred.

Huo Jianjun was imprisoned and Huo Beiting was expelled from the country. Without the permission of his grandfather, he would never be able to return to China in this lifetime.

Qiao Xi walked around her and went inside.

I followed the butler upstairs and entered Huo Weiguo's room.

"You're here." Huo Weiguo's voice sounded sad. He looked much better, and his cold symptoms were getting less severe. After so many years, he finally felt what it was like to be alive.

"I'll give you an injection."

Qiao Xi put down the needle bag, and Ah Zhong skillfully helped the old man get ready.

Huo Weiguo was lying on the bed, and Qiao Xi inserted the slender needle into his acupuncture point, keeping a pretty face the whole time.

Huo Weiguo couldn't help but ask, "I heard that you saved Liu Zongyun?"

Qiao Xi said calmly, "He is awake, but it is not certain whether he can be saved. His condition was completely delayed. If he had arrived at the hospital earlier, he might have woken up earlier."

The old man laughed and said, "You are a humble child. I know everything that happened back then."

He recalled the past with many emotions: "You saved Liu Zongyun, but have you thought about the consequences?"

"What are the consequences?"

Qiao Xi looked at him suspiciously.

The old man was surprised that she didn't know yet.

He swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, "It's nothing. Maybe because you are a youngster, they won't take it too seriously. Cheng Han is your master, he will definitely protect you."

The elders probably wanted to protect her and didn't want her to panic, so they didn't tell her about the consequences for the time being.

Qiao Xi frowned slightly.

They all seemed to know it, even Master Cheng was hesitant.

Huo Weiguo looked at her and said earnestly, "I heard that Xingzhou gave you a clinic, so you should take this opportunity to accumulate more connections and prestige. He is a businessman and cannot protect you all the time."

One is the bloodless business world, the other is the strict rules and regulations of traditional Chinese medicine.

If the Northern faction led by Lu Bannong really wants to punish Qiao Xi for breaking the rules, the power of the Tianyuan Group may not be able to protect her much.

Unless she is willing to quit the Chinese medicine profession.

Huo Weiguo felt that Qiao Xi would not accept this.

Her eyes lit up as she inserted each stitch.

Qiao Xi didn't understand what he meant, but still responded, "I understand."

She inserted a row of long needles into Huo Weiguo's body. Suddenly, Ah Zhong came in from outside and said, "Master, Master Xingzhou is here."

Huo Weiguo chuckled twice: "He still doesn't trust me."

The words fell.

A man in a suit and leather shoes walked in with long legs and a stern demeanor.

He looked at Qiao Xi and asked, "Is it done?"

Qiao Xi nodded: "Okay, but it will take another half an hour to get it..."

"Anyone can do this kind of thing." Huo Xingzhou held her hand and said, completely ignoring Mr. Huo, "Let's go home first."

Mr. Huo lay on the bed, unable to turn over.

He roared, "You little bastard! Do you think I'm air?"

Huo Xingzhou glanced at him indifferently: "We have severed our relationship."

Mr. Huo took two deep breaths and said in a low voice, "They are also blood relatives. I was wrong. Can you just let bygones be bygones?"

It's rare that he bows his head sincerely.

But Huo Xingzhou said calmly: "It's hard to undo what has been done."

He pulled Qiao Xi and walked out.

Mr. Huo's eyes were moist. He would have to spend the rest of his life repenting and atonement for his bias in the first half.

Outside the old house.

Qiao Xi got into Huo Xingzhou's weathered Rolls-Royce and asked, "Mr. Huo, are you really not going to forgive him? The old man is quite pitiful at his age."

He closed his eyes and said, "He asked for it."

Qiao Xi chuckled, and she imitated Huo Xingzhou's previous behavior, reaching out her hand and touching his lips.

"It turns out that the mouth of a dead duck is soft."

Huo Xingzhou's eyes were dangerous. He casually opened his thin lips, bit her index finger, and looked at her.

Qiao Xi was startled.

His fingers were sensitive to touch, and his soft lips and tongue brushed across her fingertips, causing her to shiver slightly as if an electric shock had passed through her body.

She quickly pulled back her fingers and curled them into fists.

Hot and wet.

With a cold and pale face, he said indifferently with a sense of self-righteousness: "Is it soft?"

Qiao Xi just felt her scalp tingling.

soft.

She rubbed her thumb and index finger subconsciously, feeling a little overwhelmed by his extravagant and promiscuous behavior.

Seeing that she was embarrassed and didn't answer, Huo Xingzhou became more aggressive and asked.

"Do you like soft duck or hard duck?"