he is intoxicated

When Sheng Chuan came over to call Huo Beiyao for breakfast, he saw that his originally cold and pale complexion had become sickly pale, his brows were slightly frowned, his lips were pale, and he pressed his hands on his chest.

He hurriedly asked: "What's wrong with you?"

"Stomach pain."

"Tell you not to drink so much yesterday. If you don't listen, drinking is like drinking plain water. Can it stop the pain? Get up and have some food, and I will go to the hospital with me in a while, and I will give you some medicines. Forget it, it's still an infusion." Well, the infusion will heal quickly."

He came over to help him.

Huo Beiyao raised his hand and pushed his hand away, pressed hard on his cramped stomach, and said, "Take me to the Municipal People's Hospital."

Sheng Chuan was puzzled, "Why do you go there? There are so many people, it's extremely crowded, and you have to wait in line for half a day."

"Just go to the Municipal People's Hospital." Huo Beiyao said firmly.

Sheng Chuan was helpless, "Okay, okay, you are the boss, I listen to you."

After drinking some porridge, Sheng Chuan drove Huo Beiyao to the Municipal People's Hospital.

get off.

When he came to the outpatient building, Sheng Chuan was about to take him to the gastroenterology department.

Huo Beiyao said, "Go to the surgery department, no, go to the emergency department..."

He couldn't remember whether Shen Zechuan was in surgery or emergency department, and he didn't care.

Sheng Chuan wondered, "Do you want to go to the surgery department or the emergency department? You have a stomachache, so you should go to the gastroenterology department or the gastroenterology department. Why do you go to those two departments?"

Huo Beiyao frowned because of the stomachache, "Don't worry about it, just call Shen Zechuan."

Sheng Chuan's expression froze slightly, "Is he a miracle doctor? Hua Tuo is still alive? Can the medicine cure the disease, or does he have three heads and six arms?"

"Just hang up, don't talk nonsense."

"Alright alright."

Sheng Chuan went to the director's clinic and asked Shen Zechuan's department, and found out that he happened to be in the clinic today.

Hang up his number directly.

It took a while to get in line.

Seeing Huo Beiyao's pale face, frowning into a knot, and hands covering his chest, Shen Zechuan was slightly taken aback, "What's wrong with you?"

"Stomach pain."

"how long it has been?"

"From last night to now."

"What caused it?"

Huo Beiyao was silent.

He has always been used to self-esteem and pride, and there are some things that he really can't say.

Sheng Chuan answered for him, "I was hurt emotionally, so I used wine to relieve my sorrow."

Shen Zechuan is a smart person, so he immediately understood.

It must be that Nanhua didn't give him a good look, so he borrowed wine to relieve his worries.

Obviously he should be referred to gastroenterology or gastroenterology department, but he came to the surgery department to register with him, and it was clear that he wanted him to make peace with it.

It doesn't look like it hurts too much.

Shen Zechuan asked, "Did you vomit blood?"

Huo Beiyao said, "No."

"Then there's no bleeding, no perforation, it's probably gastritis, and you should drink less alcohol in the future. Stomach problems are treated in three parts and seven parts are nourished, you know?"

Huo Beiyao hummed.

The gastroscope was not opened yet, Shen Zechuan directly prescribed some stomach-nourishing medicine for him, and arranged for him to be hospitalized.

A single VIP ward is specially arranged, the kind that can accompany the bed at night.

When they left with the nurse, Shen Zechuan sent Nan Hua a message: Huo Beiyao was hospitalized with a stomachache from drinking.

Send him his ward number again.

What she wants to do next is her freedom. Anyway, what he should convey has already been conveyed.

When Nanhua received the text message, she was sitting at the desk in the design room, drawing pictures on the computer.

When she heard the phone message ringing, she picked it up, clicked on the text message, glanced at it, and put it down again.

After swiping the mouse a few times, there was no inspiration in my mind.

I can't draw anymore.

She picked up the phone again and stared at the text message carefully several times.

Huo Beiyao was hospitalized with a stomachache.

When he drank too much, his stomach hurts, which is an old problem.

After exiting the SMS page, Nanhua took a deep breath and called Shen Zechuan.

The phone rang twice, and the other party answered.

Nan Hua asked, "Brother, how do you know that he was hospitalized with a stomachache?"

"He came to call me."

Nan Hua didn't know what to say.

It was obviously a stomachache, but Huo Beiyao ran to the surgery department, as if she was afraid that she would not know.

This wave of bitter tricks.

A businessman is a businessman, too cunning.

"Let him hurt." Nan Hua said.

Shen Zechuan chuckled, "Why bother, you clearly care about him in your heart."

"No."

"If you really didn't care about him, you wouldn't call me this way."

Nan Hua said firmly, "I really don't care, I just asked casually."

Shen Zechuan didn't argue with her, and asked, "Why are you two arguing?"

Nan Hua said truthfully: "Yesterday, Mu Yan and a director and I made an appointment to meet in a western restaurant. Unexpectedly, Lu Xiao also owns shares in that western restaurant. He saw me and came out in a wheelchair. He said a few crazy words. Finally, he leaned into my ear and told me that Ding Tu had smuggled into North America. The bodyguard sent by Huo Beiyao saw him, and I don't know what he said to him when he went back. As soon as I got home, he was very angry Getting angry at me and saying things that are too stinging."

Shen Zechuan pondered for a while, "I remember you told me that he already knew about the bed photo that it was a conspiracy."

"Yes, he knows."

Shen Zechuan was puzzled, "Then why does he still doubt you and Lu Xiao?"

Nan Hua shook her head, "I don't know."

She didn't know the existence of that small cell phone.

I don't know that there are so many disgusting text messages and call records carefully designed by psychologists, step by step, and increasingly explicit.

What's more, after the car accident three years ago, Huo Beiyao got the small mobile phone by accident, and even asked the police from the criminal investigation department to do a fingerprint identification.

All this, she is completely unaware.

So she felt that Huo Beiyao was making trouble for no reason.

Shen Zechuan was silent for a few seconds, and said: "Then you can figure it out. If you want to see him, come here. It's only natural if you don't. You don't owe him anything anyway."

"it is good."

Nan Hua hung up the phone.

Keep busy.

At the end of the day's work, she came home.

Wash your hands and start preparing dinner.

Not long after, Yueyue was picked up from the kindergarten by Aunt Lan. As soon as she entered the room, she called "Dad" affectionately, but her father didn't come out to welcome her like before.

Her powdery little face immediately changed color.

Holding Aunt Lan's hand, she ran upstairs, searched every room, but still couldn't find it.

Her pretty face suddenly darkened, and she ran downstairs patteringly, and came to the kitchen. The chubby girl pulled Nanhua's clothes, stared at her big black grape-like eyes, and asked in a childlike voice: "Mom, where's my dad?"

Although Huo Beiyao was suspicious of Nanhua, he had nothing to say to Yueyue, it was good to dig out his heart and soul.

I really hold it in my palm for fear of being exposed to the sun, and hold it in my mouth for fear of melting.

I wish I could give her the whole world.

Children are the most psychic, you treat her well, she doesn't say anything, but she is like a mirror in her heart, not to mention that most daughters kiss their fathers.

So Yueyue got anxious when she came back and didn't see Huo Beiyao.

Nanhua hugged her in her arms and said softly, "He's busy, so he might not come here anytime soon."

Yueyue burst into tears with a "wow", wiped her tears with her little hands, and said tearfully: "Dad doesn't want me anymore? Does he not love me? I want Dad! Mom, can you take me to find Dad?" Okay? I beg you, Mom, I want Dad, I can't live without Dad!"

Nan Hua's heart was broken by her crying.

Because of the lack of fatherly love, she felt that she owed Yueyue.

Hearing her say that right now is like poking her heart.

Yes, everything generates and restrains each other, and one thing descends one thing.

She was able to surrender Huo Beiyao, but she couldn't surrender Yueyue.

She was subdued by the little baby in front of her with a few words.

Nan Hua wiped away her tears carefully with a tissue, and coaxed softly, "Don't cry, I'll take you to find him after we finish eating."

Yueyue burst into laughter immediately.