Female President's Bodyguard

Bu Lianjun is Bu Qing's older brother.

He suddenly became like this, it must be like the sky falling to Bu Qing.

Xu Qing was heartbroken for Bu Qing, and quickly reached out to hold her wrist: "Bu Qing, don't worry."

"Take me to see him quickly, maybe I have a way."

"well!"

"Let's go to Master Xu's Hospital now."

Bu Qing was like a person who fell into the water and suddenly caught a life-saving straw.

Ordinary doctors can't cure my brother.

But Xu Qing is different, he is a powerful practitioner of ancient martial arts.

Thinking of this, Bu Qing took Xu Qing's hand and hurried down from the company building.

Then she drove a Huayao Fengxinglong from the garage, and drove Xu Qing to Xuye Hospital quickly.

Xu Ye Hospital is very close to here, and it takes more than ten minutes to arrive.

Looking at the high-rise buildings and the endless stream of people in front of him, Xu Qing felt a little emotional.

In his impression, there is no Xuye Hospital under the Xuye Group, and it seems that Buqing recently established it.

But when she came to the gate of the hospital, Bu Qing's mood became even worse.

She discussed with Han Xiaobai, and spent tens of billions of investment to build Xu Ye Hospital.

With Xuye Hospital and Xuye Medical Research Institute, many experiments can be practiced with patients.

As for Xuye Hospital, there are famous doctors and professors from home and abroad. To put it bluntly, Xuye Group is the highest-level hospital in China, not one of them.

But what Bu Qing never expected was that all the doctors at home and abroad were helpless to deal with Bu Lianjun's condition.

Not only are they helpless, they don't even know what the disease is.

Finally, an old doctor in her 80s told Bu Qing to prepare her heart.

The implication is self-evident.

"call!"

Bu Qing took a deep breath and led Xu Qing into the gate.

If Xu Qing can't save her brother, then she can only be prepared mentally.

But how would she explain to her parents?

Soon, Xu Qing and the two took the elevator to the intensive care unit on the top floor of the hospital.

Pushing open the door of the sterile room, Xu Qing froze.

He saw a man, lying on a bed with a ventilator.

He has lost the ability to breathe on his own, and his life cannot be saved without a ventilator.

Xu Qing took a look, and almost didn't recognize that this person was an infantry soldier.

At this time, Bu Lianjun's face was bloodless, Yintang was a little black, and his body was as thin as a straw.

Damn, what happened to such a nice person?
Xu Qing was stunned.

In his impression, Bu Lianjun was strong and strong, like a strong bull.

Moreover, he has practiced hard, stepped into the way of ancient martial arts, and became a second-level martial artist.

How could a second-level martial artist have such a serious illness?
The probability of a martial artist getting sick is as low as winning the lottery.

Unless the martial artist's body has been severely injured by the enemy, and if he has not maintained it well, he will get sick.

There was no injury on Bu Lianjun's body, but his complexion felt strange.

This feeling is hard to describe in words.

Xu Qing glanced over with keen eyes, feeling as if he was haunted by a female ghost.

In film and television works, after many strong men are entangled by female ghosts, they look like ghosts but not ghosts, human beings but not human.

Seeing Xu Qing's eyes, Bu Qing's heart skipped a beat: "Xu Qing, how is my brother?"

Xu Qing didn't speak, but walked over to give Bu Lianjun his pulse, and then opened his eyelids to look at him.

After the examination, Xu Qing's brows were tightly furrowed: "It's really strange, he is very exhausted, but his pulse is beating steadily and powerfully, and his pupils are not dilated."

This was the strangest disease Xu Qing had ever encountered, and it was simply a rare and intractable disease.

No wonder those famous doctors at home and abroad were helpless, and even he didn't know how to treat him.

After a while, Xu Qing shook his head: "Qing'er, although your brother is not in good condition, his life is not in danger these days."

"As for how to treat him, I have to think carefully about it."

"Let's get out of here first and don't disturb him."

Hearing this, Bu Qing's eyes showed despair.

Seeing what this meant, Xu Qing was also helpless.

But she obediently followed Xu Qing and left here.

Xu Qing hated the atmosphere of the hospital very much, especially after Yuan Gang was injured, Xu Qing hated the hospital even more.

The year before last, Yuan Gang was seriously injured and sent to the hospital in order to protect Anya.

Xu Qing waited alone in the corridor of the hospital for a long time.

That feeling is too tormented, like every second counts like a year.

Xu Qing took Bu Qing to the St. Terren Hotel on Tianmei Road.

The current Saint Terence Hotel is the most luxurious seven-star hotel in China.

In addition to the original one, Su Sheng opened another one on Tianmei Road, Beihai.

Xu Qing likes to eat food, eating food will make people feel happy.

When people are in a happy mood, inspiration can easily emerge.

When the inspiration comes, the infantry may be saved.

When the waiter at the front desk saw Xu Qing, his eyes lit up: "Mr. Xu, Miss Bu."

Everyone knows Xu Qing now, he is a hot star.

Of course, for the waiters of the Saint-Trend Hotel, Xu Qing also has a very important identity, that is, the major shareholder of the Saint-Trend Hotel.

She also knows Buqing, this beautiful lady is the CEO of Xu Ye Group.

Xu Qing and Bu Qing came together, and she was not suspicious.

In her opinion, this is the internal meeting of Xu Ye Group.

"Ah."

Xu Qing smiled slightly: "Open the private room on the top floor for me."

The waiter froze at first, then quickly showed a professional smile: "Mr. Xu, I'm sorry."

"That private room has already been booked."

"Packaged?" Xu Qing frowned: "Who is it?"

At that time, he made a rule that the most luxurious private room in the St. Terence Hotel was not allowed to be rented out to outsiders, no matter how much money was paid.

The waiter thought for a while: "It's Miss Wei."

"Could it be Wei Siyun?"

Xu Qing thought for a while, who else but her.

"Well, it's Miss Wei Siyun."

"okay, I get it."

"Come on, let's go upstairs."

Xu Qing took Bu Qing's little hand and walked forward.

Even though Wei Siyun had already reserved a private room, Xu Qing planned to have a meal.

It would be too wasteful for me and Bu Qing to book another private room, Xu Qing plans to start saving by herself.

The private rooms on the top floor are very luxurious, and the doors are all made of pure gold.

Xu Qing walked to the door and knocked lightly.

Sure enough, Wei Siyun's voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

"I, Xu Qing."

Hearing this voice, Wei Siyun was startled.

She just wanted to tell Xu Qing to leave, but she swallowed back the words: "Come in."

"it is good."

Xu Qing pushed open the door, took Bu Qing's hand and walked in.

He suddenly found that Wei Siyun was sitting in front of a very large round table.

Xu Qing was taken aback, why is this table so big.

But he just glanced at it and didn't think much about it.

Wei Siyun looked at Xu Qing, then at Bu Qing: "Is she your girlfriend?"