want to lie to me to love you again

"Doctor, can you see if he still has a fever?"

"I don't need to look at him to know that he must have a fever, and it has been burning for a day and a night, and it has been repeated."

"What? One day and one night?!" Fang Zhiyi yelled loudly, but accidentally touched the wound, and immediately frowned, "What's the date?"

Of course, the first thing he thought of was not that Song Zhicheng had been burned for so long, but whether it would delay his business after thinking about it for such a long time?What should I do if a customer comes and the assistant cannot contact me?

Fang Zhiyi pulled out his work schedule for the past two days in his mind and scrolled through it. After confirming that there was nothing urgent, he immediately asked the doctor to retrieve the mobile phone that he dropped just now, and called his assistant Xiaoyun, calmly After carefully arranging everything, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Excuse me, that's a joke. You can go on with his story now."

"Okay." The old doctor was no stranger to such a scene, he nodded casually, and continued with what he said just now, "After our examination, he still has hypoglycemia, migraine, stomach problems and other symptoms, and he still prone to fever."

Fang Zhiyi was impatient to hear so much, so he directly interrupted the old doctor, "Doctor, just tell me. When will he wake up?" At this time, Fang Zhiyi was thinking that if Song Zhicheng fell into a coma and was hospitalized , I'm afraid Governor Song won't let him off easily.

But this news cannot be hidden anyway, so the most urgent task is how to get myself out.Fang Zhiyi thought very well, if Song Zhicheng was in a coma for a longer time, then he would be able to tell Governor Song that those people came for Song Zhicheng himself, and that he was just passing by to save him. He grabbed it and ended up tossing himself into the hospital.

That's right, that's all.So Fang Zhiyi bowed his head and sent a text message to Director Bian, expressing that he was willing to make a statement again, and asked him to send someone to the hospital in three hours.

"Doctor, are you sure he won't wake up until a week later?"

"I'm not sure, it's just a conservative estimate. You have to know that the blow to his back, although it won't cause hemiplegia and internal organs rupture, but it will also leave some sequelae, so it won't be so easy to wake up."

"What sequelae?"

"Lumbar pain or something on a rainy day may be especially unbearable for young people."

After the old doctor finished speaking, he took the students away slowly, leaving only Fang Zhiyi lying on the bed and staring at the sheets, thoughtful.

Fang Zhiyi's timing was just right. When the governor sent someone over, two executive officers were taking notes for him.

He told them according to the words he had thought in advance, and that person listened to the general idea.He nodded to Fang Zhiyi first, and then put the flower basket and fruit on the table, as if Fang Zhiyi had prepared it.

"Lawyer Fang, right?"

"Yes. Are you?"

"You don't need to know who I am, thank you for your generous rescue of my young master."

"Your young master?" Fang Zhiyi looked blank, as if he didn't connect "Young Master" with Song Zhicheng at all.

The man said in surprise, "So you don't know?"

"Should I know?" Fang Zhiyi asked back.

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, the man felt relieved a little, avoided the question, and said instead, "Lawyer Fang must have other plans for saving Ah Cheng."