he is intoxicated

"Crematorium?" Shen Zechuan was taken aback, "What crematorium?"

"He's not in the hospital, isn't he being taken to the crematorium?" Nan Hua pinched the phone tightly with her fingers.

Because of too much force, the tendons on the back of the hand are clearly visible.

Shen Zechuan laughed very softly, "You, you, let me tell you what to say. He is here with me, in the apartment I live in. He can't die, let alone go to the crematorium, at least not now."

He can't die?

He is still alive.

Nan Hua was startled, and half of her tears dried up in an instant, "But you said before that he was seriously injured and was unconscious all the time..."

"He is very serious, unconscious, and has a persistent high fever, but he is drunk, sick, not injured."

Nan Hua still found it unbelievable, "He's really not dead? You didn't lie to me?"

Shen Zechuan was amused by her, "Is it necessary for me to lie to you? It's you, he hurt you so much before, he deserves his death, why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry." Nanhua raised her chin, her eyes blurred with tears.

"I haven't cried yet, I heard it all, the nasal sound is so heavy."

Nan Hua sucked her nose hard, raised her hand to wipe away the remaining tears on her face, and said stubbornly, "I'm not crying, I just have a stuffy nose."

"Okay, okay, you didn't cry, you didn't cry." Shen Zechuan couldn't laugh or cry.

"I didn't cry, I was very happy, really happy." She smiled with tears.

However, even she didn't know whether she was happy to prove that she didn't cry, or that Huo Beiyao was not dead, or that he and Lin Yanyan were not married.

"Okay, you are very happy." Shen Zechuan agreed with her, his voice was very soft.

Nanhua supported the table at the nurse's station with her hands, and slowly stood up from the ground, her legs were still weak.

The emotion of sadness is too strong to be relieved all at once.

Holding on to the wall, she walked slowly along the corridor towards the exit of the emergency department building.

to the outside.

The huge sun steamer hangs in the sky like a steam wheel, and the sunlight is shining and hot, shining on the human body with steam.

Walking, walking, Nan Hua gradually felt that her body was not so cold, and her legs seemed to be lighter.

By the time she walked out of the hospital gate, her sanity had returned to normal.

She asked Shen Zechuan articulately: "Aren't Huo Beiyao and Xiao Wen at Cliff Ridge last night? Why did they go to your apartment?"

"I sent you home last night, thinking that the two of them were still in the cliff, both drank, and the rain was heavy, and it was very dangerous in the middle of the night. Huo's crime is unforgivable, but his assistant is right, I can't Seeing death and not being saved, I went back and pulled the two of them over."

Nan Hua listened silently, not knowing what it was like.

It has mixed flavors, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty.

"Do you want to come and see him?" Shen Zechuan asked.

"No." He said no, but he walked towards the taxi on the side of the road involuntarily.

After getting in the car, Nanhua reported the name of Shen Zechuan's apartment.

Come to his house and knock on the door.

Shen Zechuan came to open the door.

He was a tall and elegant man, with a navy blue shirt tucked into khaki casual trousers, showing his thin waist. His clothes were neatly dressed, but his hair was messy.

Obviously, he was so busy that he didn't even bother to brush his hair.

Seeing Nan Hua in a red dress with red makeup, Shen Zechuan's eyes flashed with amazement, and then with pity, he said to her softly, "Come in quickly. I was going to accompany you to the wedding, but Huo and Huo His assistants have fevers."

He bent down and took out a pair of ladies slippers from the shoe cabinet, and handed them over.

Nan Hua put the bag on the shoe cabinet, and asked while changing the shoes, "Where are the others?"

"Lying in the guest bedroom."

Nanhua's eyelashes moved slightly, and she stopped putting on her shoes, "Still unconscious?"

"Correct."

"You're so sick, why didn't you send him to the hospital?"

"Xiao Wen won't let it go."

Nan Hua changed her slippers, straightened up and looked at him, "Xiao Wen woke up?"

"Well, he's a little sick, and he's taking care of his master. He's all drunk, so he can't take antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs, and can only reduce fever physically."

"I'll go and have a look." She walked away, a little faster than usual.

"Xiaohua."

Nan Hua turned her head.

Shen Zechuan smiled and said softly, "Don't be impulsive."

Nan Hua paused in her heart, and after a second, she smiled, "I know."

She didn't want Huo Beiyao to die anymore, she had to let him live, let him live well, preferably a long life, and let him live in the condemnation of his conscience for the rest of his life.

Death is too cheap for him.

Nan Hua walked into the guest bedroom.

A man was lying on the white European-style solid wood bed. He was extremely tall, and the two-meter-long bed was a little cramped by him.

The man's eyes were closed, his handsome face showed no expression, his two straight eyebrows were slightly frowned, his cheeks were abnormally red, and a blue fever-reducing patch was pasted on his forehead. Fever, lack of water, dry like two dead leaves.

Xiao Wenzheng dipped a towel in warm water and wiped his neck and palms to cool down.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Xiao Wen turned his head, and when he saw her, his expression froze slightly, and then he greeted with a smile: "Miss Shen, you are here."

Nan Hua let out a "hmm", walked to the bed, leaned over, and tried it on Huo Beiyao's temple with her fingertips, it was hot.

At least 40 degrees or more.

She withdrew her fingers, looked cold, looked down at the man with closed eyes, and asked Xiao Wen: "The fever is so severe, why didn't you send it to the hospital? If it kills someone, it will hurt my brother."

Her tone was relentless.

Man is a strange creature.

Before, she thought that he was seriously injured and comatose, and he was about to die, but all she thought about was his kindness to her.

Seeing that he is fine now, those unforgettable past and old hatreds are sweeping back like a tide.

She doesn't have the heart of a Bodhisattva, she doesn't have the heart of a saint, she can't forgive him easily, and she doesn't have the broad mind of the Tathagata Buddha. She can't let go of those old grudges.

Her hatred for him has long been rooted in her bones, and it will not change drastically because of a single accident.

The more she loved him before, the more she hates him now, but she doesn't hate Lin Yanyan that much because she has never loved him before.

Yes, the more a woman loves someone, the more she hates him.

Xiao Wen said with a embarrassed face: "President Huo doesn't like to go to the hospital. When he is sick, Dr. Sheng Chuansheng comes to see him. Isn't Dr. Shen here today? He said that physical cooling will do."

Nanhua sneered softly in her throat, "Is this because of my brother? If something goes wrong with the fever, then their Huo family will blame my brother for his incompetence in medicine, and maybe they will bite back. My brother is a doctor , not a philanthropist, saving you from Cliff Ridge is considered the utmost righteousness. His place is not a shelter, let alone a garbage collection station, send your master to the hospital quickly."

What she actually wanted to say was that Huo Beiyao had a serious illness three years ago and almost died. Such a persistent high fever could easily lead to serious complications.

But as soon as the words came out, the taste changed.

Xiao Wen listened harshly, "Miss Shen, Mr. Huo just gave Shen Group a subcontracted project with a cost of more than 1 million two days ago, let alone living with Young Master Shen for a day, even a year, it's only natural. "

The corners of Nanhua's lips curled up into a faint mockery, "Okay, then you guys can live here, as long as you have your life, you can live here for the rest of your life."

She turned abruptly and walked towards the door.

As soon as he took a step, the corner of the skirt was suddenly grabbed by someone.

"Xiaohua."

Nan Hua froze.

He said, "Don't go."

The voice was hoarse and sad.

Nanhua's nose was sour, and suddenly, tears came to her eyes.