Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Looking at Dr. Li's expression, Mo Siting could tell that she was not lying.

He said: "Now that the threat has been lifted, you don't have to worry about me breaking out. You can let me out."

Dr. Li said: "General Cui said that your temper is too wild, and I need to arrest you and let you calm down."

Mo Siting's eyebrows twitched, "This is illegal detention!"

Dr. Li took two steps back, "Instructor Mo, there is no illegal detention here. This is an order and discipline. All you need to do is obey unconditionally."

After saying this, Dr. Li turned around and left before Mo Siting could ask a question.

Mo Siting slammed on the doors and windows fiercely. As Dr. Li said, the doors and windows in this ward were made of special materials, and they couldn't be knocked open at all.

"Come on!"

Mo Siting roared angrily.

However, except for the sound echoing in the room, no one came over.

…………

The news of Lin Qiao's hospitalization alarmed Zhu Ting.

Zhu Ting came to the hospital to see her.

"You didn't come that afternoon, you really scared me to death!"

Lin Qiao smiled, "It's okay."

Zhu Ting looked at Lin Qiao's palm wrapped in gauze, "Oh my God, your hand...isn't there any root cause of disability?"

"No," Lin Qiao said, "The doctor said, I'm lucky that I didn't hurt my nerves. Fortunately, I only have my left hand, which doesn't affect my writing."

Zhu Ting asked Lin Qiao to tell her the whole story.

At the time of the crisis, Zhu Ting was so scared that she screamed and gasped.

"You know, it's time for me to see a doctor with you that day!"

"It's useless for you to come. At that time, I will not be enough hostages. On the contrary, I will drag you down."

Zhu Ting frowned, "Then Mo Siting hasn't come? He hasn't come until now?"

Lin Qiao's eyes dimmed for a moment, then he shook his head, "He should be busy."

"So busy to this extent?! Girlfriends have such dangerous things, and it's been two days since they didn't show up, so they don't talk about it, and they don't even have a phone call?!"

Lin Qiao said: "He is in special training now, and he has to hand in his mobile phone."

"Even if he was performing special training and handed in his mobile phone, he had already obtained the mobile phone and made a promise with the kidnapper! And he still made a promise with your life! But after making the promise, what about people? ?”

Lin Qiao lowered his head, "He must have his own reasons."

"What's wrong?!" Zhu Ting said, "Lin Qiao, you should be more sensible, you can't stand on his side to help him speak now! Some men say very nice words, but in fact they are all words One set, what you do is another set!"

Seeing Zhu Ting's serious expression, Lin Qiao was suddenly amused.

"You say this as if you are an emotional expert."

"Why can't I be an emotional expert? I am an emotional expert."

"You have never been in love, where do you get an expert from?"

"I..." Zhu Ting continued to speak stubbornly, "Although I have never been in a relationship, I read a lot, the novels I read, and, let me tell you, my relatives are all weird. There are too many weird gossips one by one."

Lin Qiao successfully pulled the topic away from Mo Siting, and heard Zhu Ting's gossip about her family.

"When can you go to school?"

"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." Lin Qiao stopped Zhu Ting, and took out a printed hospital certificate from the drawer, "Give this to the head teacher."

After Zhu Ting left, Lin Qiao got up and went to the intensive care unit.

A figure was lying on the public seat outside the ward.

Zheng Yanran really stayed here for two days.

He was covered with a long men's uniform with padded cotton, which Song Feng's team members took out from the bureau, saying it was the captain's uniform.

Zheng Yanran used to think that Song Feng's smoking was disgusting.

But now smelling the tobacco smell on the clothes, she felt very at ease, as if he was by her side.

At this moment, a nurse hurried out of the intensive care unit with a very anxious expression on her face.

"Quick! Go and call Dr. Fang! It's bad! Blood pressure drops rapidly!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Yanran stood up from her chair.

Standing a little too hard, she became dizzy for a while, and she held onto the wall to stabilize her mind.

"Who, who did you say?"

The nurse said, "It's the patient in bed 106."

Zheng Yanran was anxious, "What's wrong with him? Isn't he going to be discharged from the intensive care unit tonight?"

"Don't stop me! Saving people is like putting out a fire!"

The nurse didn't have time to explain this to Zheng Yanran, so she rushed in after the doctor.

Zheng Yanran stood outside, looking inside through the transparent glass.

The movement of the doctor's hand was still steady, and he instructed the assistant how to carry out first aid measures, "Prepare for an electric shock."

Nurses have drawn the curtains around the bed.

Zheng Yanran couldn't see anything, and at this moment her heart was even more anxious.

Time passed by like that.

Just then, the curtain was pulled open.

A little nurse came out, "Where are the family members of patient 106?"

"Me! I'm here!" Zheng Yanran raised her hand and said in a trembling voice.

The little nurse glanced at her, "Who are you to the patient?"

"I'm his...fiancée."

"Where are his parents? Are they there?" the little nurse asked again.

Zheng Yanran said: "His parents... are no longer here."

Song Feng's parents divorced when he was very young.

My mother went abroad and remarried to a foreigner.

However, Song Feng's father died heroically in an anti-drug operation. Song Feng kowtowed in front of his father's tombstone, and then his son inherited his father's career and embarked on this glorious road.

The little nurse felt a little sad, and she said, "Go in and see him."

"Can I go in?"

"Well," the little nurse couldn't bear to look at the hope in the woman's eyes, "You can go and see... one last time."

Zheng Yanran hardly stood still.

She immediately realized that it turned out that this is... There is no way to save it.

Under the guidance of the little nurse, Zheng Yanran put on anti-bacterial clothing and a mask, and walked in.

The doctor and the nurse exchanged glances, leaving only one nurse watching from the outside.

Zheng Yanran sat on a chair beside her, looking at the man lying on the hospital bed from such a close distance.

The man's eyes were tightly closed, and on the breathing mask on his mouth and nose, he still breathed a little, but it was already very thin.

Zheng Yanran leaned forward and held the man's hands.

On the man's fingers, there are many calluses from training.

Zheng Yanran held his hand, "Can you hear it now? Afeng."