Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"Late night!"

"good night!"

Song Bingjue and Mu Wan'an called Mu Wan'an's name almost at the same time.

Because of Song Xiaosi's car accident, Mu Wan'an was already exhausted, and after drawing so much blood just now, Wan'an's body suddenly collapsed.

"Doctor! Doctor! Nurse!"

Seeing this, a little nurse passing by in the corridor ran over quickly.

"what's the situation?"

Seeing Mu Wanan fainted in Song Bingjue's arms, there was a cotton swab from the blood draw downstairs on her arm: "How much blood did she draw just now?"

"400CC."

The nurse touched Mu Wan'an's head, but there was no sign of fever.

"Don't worry, she's fine. It's just due to fatigue and excessive blood transfusion. It will be much better to give her some fluid."

The nurse asked someone to push over a bed, sent Mu Wan'an to the ward, and gave her an injection.

"Song Bingjue, good night, I'll take care of you here, you go to the door of the operating room and guard Xiao Si!"

"it is good."

Compared to Mu Wan'an, who was lying in the ward without his life in danger, Song Bingjue was of course more worried about Song Xiaosi in the operating room, so he agreed without saying a word.

Standing at the door, Song Bingjue just felt that time had never been so difficult, and every second was painful for him.

"Sis, please!"

He was sitting on the bench, looking calm, but his heart was already flustered: "Xiao Si, you must be fine!"

No matter how powerful he was, Song Bingjue was a father after all, and his son was his father's heart and soul, so how could he not feel sad.

Song Bingjue wished to investigate the accident now, but he wanted to guard Song Xiaosi.

So I can only do this: ask Han Xiu for help.

The movement of pulling out the phone became weak: "Hey, Han Xiu, I want to ask you to do me a favor."

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Han Xiu was stunned for a moment when he received the call.

He took the phone from his ear to his face and looked at it carefully.

"That's right! It's the president!"

But why did Song Bingjue become so polite?Han Xiu felt that there must be something strange in it, it must be some kind of excessive desire.

"President, tell me."

Although his mind was full of doubts, Han Xiu never refused Song Bingjue's request.

"Help me investigate the car accident that hit and injured a child that happened an hour before Guangming Street, and all the surveillance videos around at that time."

This is not an easy task.

etc!A car accident that hit a child? ? ?Could it be Song Xiaosi?
Han Xiu held his breath. On the phone, he could clearly feel the uneasiness and powerlessness in Song Bingjue's tone.

"President, could it be Xiao Si?"

He did not go on.

"Ah."

Hearing Song Bingjue's affirmative answer, Han Xiu's heart skipped a beat. How could there be such a sudden accident.

Han Xiu's first reaction was that someone must have deliberately framed him.His eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent.

"Don't worry, President! I will definitely finish it!"

He must find out, no matter what price he pays, for Song Bingjue and Song Xiaosi, Han Xiu cannot be underestimated.

"Thank you."

This time it was Song Bingjue's private matter, and it was about Song Xiaosi, Song Bingjue felt it necessary to express his thanks.

"President, you don't have to be polite with me."

Han Xiu felt unfamiliar like never before. Song Bingjue in his impression never bowed his head to others.Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little sad.

After Han Xiu finished his temporary work, he freed up all his time to help Song Bingjue investigate.

"Doctor! How is my son!"

Song Bingjue saw that the door of the operating room was pushed open, and the doctor came out from inside, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask, "How is my son?"

No matter how beautiful the world is, what doctors see is always when human nature is most vulnerable.

In the operating room, in the ward, and in the mortuary, there is no place without desperate people.In addition to the huge workload every day, doctors also have to face the pressure of public opinion and the torture of patients.

"The patient is out of danger," the doctor began.

Hearing these words, Song Bingjue's heart suddenly relaxed, and the big rock hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.

"It will need to be transferred to the intensive care unit for a while. After two days of observation, if there is no problem, you can return to the general ward."

"Okay! Thank you doctor! Thank you doctor!"

Song Bingjue's always cloudy sky finally saw a sunny spot.

"The operation was a success!"

Song Bingjue, who was always as calm as ice, immediately went to Mu Wan's ward and told them the good news.

"Great!"

Song Jiajia was so excited that she was about to cry.

But Mu Wan'an still didn't wake up.

"Wanwan, wake up quickly! Xiaosi is fine, when you wake up, we will go to see him together." Song Xiaosi is fine, and Mu Wan'an's heart can fall to the ground.

Song Bingjue sat by the hospital bed, tightly holding Mu Wan'an's hand.

"I'm sorry, Song Bingjue."

Song Jiajia sat on the other side of the bed and watched Mu Wanan. Song Bingjue looked up at her when he heard the words, his eyes were already tearing up.

He didn't speak, but looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"If I hadn't taken Goodnight to that candy store, Goodnight wouldn't have taken Stoudemire there, and what happened today wouldn't have happened."

As she spoke, she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, trying to take all the responsibility on herself.

"It's not your fault, it's not your responsibility."

"It's not my responsibility, it's my responsibility. I shouldn't have taken Wan'an to that candy store. It's all my fault. I sent Xiaosi to the operating room, and I made Mu Wan'an lie here."

Her eyes were downcast, and her eyes were full of self-blame. This was not the Song Jiajia that Song Bingjue knew.

Song Bingjue couldn't bear to see her blame herself like this: "I will find out."

He chose to tell Song Jiajia about it.

"what?"

Of course Song Jiajia was not an idiot when she heard this sentence, and of course she could understand that the implication of this sentence was that someone did it on purpose.

"Who is it!"

Immediately, Song Jiajia was filled with righteous indignation, her sense of self-blame faded slightly, but her heart became even more angry.

"It's okay, just leave this matter to me." Song Bingjue patted his chest and assured.

"However, I have something to trouble you for. These few days, help me take good care of Song Wanwan and Xiaosi. Wanwan is weak and needs someone to take care of her."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

In fact, Song Bingjue will be in the hospital these few days, but he said this to alleviate Song Jiajia's inner self-blame.

"Small."

A murmur came from Mu Wan'an's mouth.

"Good night, you're awake!" Hearing Mu Wan'an's voice, Song Jiajia was overjoyed, but she was awake, so she didn't have to worry anymore: "Do you know that you scared me to death!"

As soon as Mu Wan'an opened her eyes, she saw Song Jiajia and Song Bingjue on both sides of the bed.Those who didn't know thought it was Mu Wan'an who was in the car accident. It feels really bad to be surrounded by people.

"I'm fine." Although she fainted, Mu Wan'an was very aware of her physical condition.

Looking at the hanging needle hanging from the ceiling above her head, she looked at her hand held by Song Bingjue, and subconsciously wanted to take it out of Song Bingjue's hand, but after seeing Song Bingjue's fragile expression, Mu Wan'an felt a little bit of pain in her heart. Can't bear it.This approach was abandoned.

"Wanwan, Stoudemire is out of danger. He is currently under observation in the ICU and will be released soon."

Song Bingjue immediately told Mu Wan'an the good news the moment she woke up.

"Great."

The remaining tears seeped out from the corner of Mu Wan'an's eyes little by little: "That's great."

She murmured, although there were tears all over her face, Song Bingjue knew that Mu Wan'an was happy.

In the intensive care unit at this moment, Song Xiaosi was lying alone on the hospital bed. Although there were nurses accompanying him 24 hours a day, to him, he was still lonely.

Mu Wan'an happened to think of this too.

She tried to sit up, Song Bingjue saw that she was about to get out of bed, so he stopped her: "Where are you going?"

"I want to see Stoudemire."

Mu Wan'an's tone was weak, with some requests.

"No, Stoudemire is in the intensive care unit. Family members are not allowed to go in. You are so weak now. When Stoudemire wakes up and sees you like this, wouldn't you be more worried? So you should take good care of yourself and let Stoudemire Is it okay to wake up and see you healthy and healthy?"

Song Bingjue didn't murmur good night, and persuaded her patiently.

"Can I look out the window?"

"Song Bingjue, let her take a look."

Song Jiajia understood that Mu Wan'an was worried that Song Bingjue might deceive him in order to let her recover well. If she didn't see that Song Xiaosi was still alive, she might not be able to sleep for a few days.

Song Bingjue couldn't screw her.

"it is good."

Song Jiajia and Song Bingjue supported Mu Wan'an from left to right, and Song Bingjue held the bottle of medicine for Mu Wan'an with his other hand.

When she came to the door of the ICU ward, she leaned on the window and saw Song Xiaosi lying on the bed at the moment, with an oxygen mask on his face, and his body was being dissatisfied with various machines. She looked to the other side of the bed, and there was Regular heart rate monitor.She burst into tears again, this time, she was finally willing to let go and returned to her ward on her own initiative.

"I'm all right."

She immediately showed a smiling face: "You don't have to worry about me, I'm fine now."

"Good night, I'm glad you can say that."

"Dangdang"

A knock on the door came to their ears, and when they looked up, it turned out to be Ji Ling, with a stethoscope hanging around his neck, who had rushed over just after his consultation.

"I almost forgot! You work here."

The moment Song Jiajia saw Ji Ling, she remembered that this was Ji Ling's work unit.Not good, she was even more curious about how Ji Ling knew.

"I got this news from gossips from colleagues, one handsome guy and two beauties, so it's obviously you guys!"

Ji Ling was joking, enlivening the somewhat deserted atmosphere.