The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

An Yibei was silent for a long time before she said, "You are a good boy. Promise me not to hurt her again. I only have such a younger sister ... Every time I see her crying for you and hurting you, I want to kill. You, but you are her favorite person ... "

That feeling is really bad.

Sheng Yize shook his fist, the back of his hand was full of blue tendons, and the joints were bluish and white.

A roar came over: "Roll! Roar! My little man came with the human blood bank! Hurry, how much to lose!"

Looking at the sound, the man who jumped on and off was Qi Yanxi. He was followed by a boy around 186, who looked more mature and stable than him. He had a clean shirt + coat, handsome features, clear eyes, but after hearing Qi Yanxi's words, , Can not help but twitched.

"The patient has already had blood transfusions. For your insurance, please ask the gentleman to draw another 400CC." The nurse gestured politely.

The 186 boy nodded and said gently, "OK."

Qi Yanxi's ferocious crickets: "Small stupid Xia, take as much as you want! Don't care about his life!"

The nurse couldn't bear the cold sweat when he heard these words. It was worthless for the big boy. He peeped at his look, but saw that the boy's look was normal, as if he had been treated this way, and he was used to it.

Qi Yanxi strode over the meteor and asked, "How's Xiao Xiaoxia doing?"

Sheng Yize and An Yibei both glanced at him coldly and ignored him.

Qi Yanxi was even more anxious now, and his claws in his heart were anxious, roaring, "Say! You two wood!"

"What are you talking about, don't you want to keep quiet in the hospital?" An Yibei glared at him. "Sit down! The doctor is still operating!"

Qi Yanxi was murdered by him, and he was honest at once, obediently sitting on the bench.

An Xia Xia's injury informed his family that when learning about ischemia, An Yibei rushed to draw blood, while Qi Yan Xi dragged his stepmother's son.

Ten minutes later, the big boy from Shicai came out, his face was a little white, he saw the three people sitting in a row, twisted his eyebrows, and went to the coffee shop next to the hospital to buy three cups of hot coffee.

The cup for Qi Yanxi also required two extra creamers.

He was very good to Qi Yanxi, but Qi Yanxi gave him a white look: "It's hard to drink to death."

The boy said with a good temper, "I'll buy you something next time."

"Humph!"

The atmosphere froze until the lights in the operating room dimmed, and several people rushed to the attending doctor together.

The doctor said tiredly: "The rescue was successful, but we can't visit temporarily, and we need to observe for another night."

After speaking, the doctor left. Sheng Yize and An Yibei had no intention of leaving. Qi Yanxi naturally reluctant to leave, and he was overbearing to not allow the boy to leave.

The nurse came over: "Sheng Xiao, your injury needs to be checked again."

Sheng Yize jaw head.

After examining the wound, the doctor said nothing on the surface, but secretly called Sheng Qingyi.

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The next day.

At the door of the intensive care unit, the bodyguard behind him pushed the medical staff openly. A middle-aged man walked over and pushed open the door of the ward. Anxiaxia was just awake, and her consciousness was still a little fuzzy.

At this time there was no one in the ward. Anxiaxia barely sat up and shouted weakly, "Uncle Sheng?"

Sheng Qingyi sneered, stepped forward, and slammed An Xia Xia sternly: "You still have a face to call my uncle?"