The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

In the middle of the night, Shen Zhiyu was sitting next to the hospital bed. He had already changed into a medical suit, and he turned his head to look at the cold moonlight outside the window.

What is BeiQing doing at this time? It's almost time to go to bed.

At this time, the door was pushed open, pulling back his thoughts.

He Jiayi's figure walked into the ward, looked at Shen Zhiyu, and said, "Let's go, take a physical examination first."

This is the hospital of a friend of He Jiayi. The bone marrow extraction is not a simple matter. It must be done in a fully equipped hospital. Therefore, Shen Zhiyu has specially set up an operating room for Shen Zhiyu, and a few people have also been allocated to help.

Shen Zhiyu stood up, walked out of the ward with He Jiayi, went upstairs for a comprehensive physical examination, and the physical examination report soon arrived in He Jiayi's hands.

He Jiayi picked up the medical examination report and read it.

Shen Zhiyu stood aside, observing He Jiayi's face: "Well, does my body meet the conditions for bone marrow extraction?"

He Jiayi raised his eyes and looked at Shen Zhiyu: "If I say it doesn't match, do you think I'm lying to you."

Shen Zhiyu nodded very directly: "Even if it doesn't match, I have to smoke."

"You really didn't even want his life for his sake." He Jiayi closed the medical examination report: "Don't worry, it's true. You can go back and rest first. The operation will start at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Thank you." Shen Zhiyu curled his mouth, turned and walked towards the ward.

Seeing Shen Zhiyu's leaving figure, He Jiayi grabbed the medical report in his hand and couldn't help sighing.

At the same time, in the bedroom, Xia Beiqin was sitting on the bedside, flipping through the books in his hand. He didn’t like to read books before. Since the accident, he has limited mobility and can only rely on these books to pass the time. Gradually, It became a habit.

Fancy sitting on the sofa on the other side, with long slender legs, listening to the show with headphones, shaking his head and shaking his head, his delicate fingers waved in the air from time to time with the music.

After the song was over, he opened his eyes and glanced at the time, remembering Shen Zhiyu's instructions on the post-it note, so he took off the headphones and walked to Xia Beiqing.

"It's too late, you should go to bed."

Xia Beiqin raised his head, glanced at the flowers, and then took a pen and paper to write to him.

——Let me finish watching the finale. Shen Zhiyu strictly controls the time of my rest every day. Finally, he is not here today. I want to watch it for a while, so don't tell him.

Huayi smiled thickly: "How about ten minutes?"

Xia Beiqing nodded.

"Okay, then you continue to watch." Huayinong sat back on the sofa again, putting on the headphones and preparing to listen to another song.

At this time, the phone rang and Yu Cang called.

He remembered that there was action tonight. After connecting, he smiled and asked, "Hey, how is the action? Is the sound of the evening very fast?"

"Huahua..." Yu Cang's trembling voice sounded on the other end.

Hua Yi Nong was stunned for a moment. After knowing him for so long, he had never heard Yu Cang's voice trembling so much, and a bad premonition surged from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother Cang, what's the matter?"

"Yinwan...she..." Yu Cang's voice choked in his throat, as if he could no longer speak.

Hua Yinong was anxious: "Yin late? What's wrong with Yin late?"

Even Xia Beiqing raised his head and cast a suspicious look at Huayi.

There was dead silence on the other side of the phone, except for the sound of rapid and trembling breathing.

Huayi asked loudly: "What the **** is going on, you speak!"

I don't know how long I waited, and finally Yu Cang's voice resounded on that end, trembling, panicking, desperate, hoarse, and crying with sorrow.

"Sound night, dead."