Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Only Zhang Yang is a good person. Even if he is indifferent to her, he will at least reply to her. Recently, Qin Si and Bo Jingxing have not even replied to her messages.

After Jiang Xianrou sent Zhang Yang a WeChat message, her whole person was enveloped in a gloomy mood. The driver had already driven away from Tsinghua University.

She looked at the speeding scenery outside the car window, feeling extremely depressed.

The hand holding the phone tightened again.

Fortunately, she felt a little better when she thought about Mrs. Zhu saying that Qiao Nian had broken her hand and could not participate in the finals.

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On the other side, the emergency department of Beijing First Hospital.

Several doctors gathered around and were suturing Qiao Nian's wounds.

The small clinic was full of people.

Ye Lao, Wen Ruxia, Ye Lan, Yuan Yongqin, etc. all came. After arriving, they all kept quiet and tried to reduce their presence as much as possible so as not to affect the doctor's suture operation on Qiao Nian.

This surgery is not major.

Everyone looked solemn, each one looking more serious than the other, as if Qiao Nian's arm injury was as serious as the sky falling to them.

Even Mr. Ye had a straight face, his hands tightened again and again, and his sharp tiger eyes were focused on the doctor who was suturing Qiao Nian's wound. He was afraid that some doctors were not serious and did not treat Qiao Nian's wound well, which would leave Qiao Nian with a scar in the future. Scar-like...

His old man looked serious.

Who else dares to speak loudly in the consultation room?

People from the branch of the Ye family couldn't even squeeze in. They all stayed outside the corridor waiting for news. In fact, each one was more confused than the other. They hadn't figured out Qiao Nian's identity yet and were trying their best to find out the news.

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People from the Jiang family can enter.

Mr. Jiang, Jiang Zongjin and Jiang Li occupied one side of the consulting room.

Mr. Jiang was obviously worried and nervous. He and Mr. Ye had the same reaction, staring at the doctor unblinkingly.

I was afraid that the doctor didn't treat Qiao Nian's injury properly.

Jiang Li stood next to the two of them, in a corner position.

He also clenched his fists and looked at the doctors nervously.

He watched the girl sit there with the sleeve of her right arm raised, her back straight. The doctor did not give her an anesthetic, but directly used disinfectant alcohol to disinfect her wound, and used a needle and thread to go up and down her injured area to suture...

It hurt to look at him, but Qiao Nian just held it in without saying a word.

Jiang Li couldn't help but feel distressed, wishing he could take her place in the injury, but no one could take her place.

Jiang Li also knew this, so he was heartbroken and did not nag at the side. He just stood aside silently and kept quiet.

He knew that his dad went out to answer a phone call midway through.

However, Jiang Li focused his attention on Qiao Nian and didn't pay much attention to this matter.

Finally, the doctor sutured Qiao Nian's wound, and Jiang Zongnan also answered the phone from outside and came back.

Ye Lao, Ye Lan, and Yuan Yongqin followed the doctor out.

Several people mainly asked about Qiao Nian's injury, whether it was serious or not.

As soon as they left, most of the people in the consultation room suddenly disappeared. Only Mr. Jiang, Jiang Zongjin and the others were still there.

"Nian Nian, are you okay? Are you dizzy? Does your hand still hurt?" Jiang Zongjin watched the doctor go out and quickly handed Qiao Nian a bottle of water and screwed the cap on the bottle for her. He felt very distressed and said: " …You drink some water first.”

Mr. Jiang was also beside him, feeling equally distressed and worried: "Why did you get into a car accident when you were fine? What happened to that big truck? Has Mr. Ye checked it?"

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