Chapter 131: Who is Wanwan's Family?

vily, "What's the difference between helping the He family and helping him"Towards Evening smirked, too lazy to argue with him anymore.She knew exactly how he treated He Hanchuan!Her sarcasm made He L...He had known for a long time that Helo was thinking of dying, but hearing it from someone else at this moment still made his heart ache. 。It was as if he had suddenly stepped into a quicksand trap. The quicksand surged from all directions, clogging his nose and mouth. 。With every breath, the sand pours into my nostrils and throat. The feeling of suffocation is overwhelming, unbearable. 。Meng Lan glanced at him and said to Zhou Miao, who was flustered at the moment, "You've been busy all night too, go back to rest early. I'll give you two days off" 。"Besides, what happened on the rooftop, you can't tell anyone, okay"

"Thank you, Lan Jie" 。Zhou Miao, bearing the pressure brought by He Hanchuan, forced a smile and said: "But I want to stay here" 。Dream Orchid looked at her, without a word. 。Zhou Miao lowered her head and didn't dare to speak again. 。"Just keep it then." 。Meng Lan glanced at He Hanchuan's wet pajamas and said, "I'll get you a dry set of clothes." 。He Hanchuan looked at the emergency room, his thin lips tightly pressed together, without a word. 。Meng Lan didn't wait for his reply, and directly twisted her body to leave. 。The corridor outside the emergency room was suddenly left with only Zhou Miao and He Hanchuan. 。Zhou Miao stealthily glanced at He Hanchuan several times. After much hesitation, she took her phone and walked to the stairwell to call Xiang Yu. 。This rescue might not be successful, and Xiang Wan should probably still want to see Xiang Shao one last time. 。He stood at the doorway of the emergency room, feeling a mixture of anxiety, coldness, fatigue, and frustration. Yet he didn't want to sit down or change his clothes; he simply remained standing there quietly. 。Even when he saw with his own eyes that A-Wan had betrayed him, he never thought about a world without her. 。 If Hualian doesn't make it today, he... He took a deep breath, his breathing slightly faster than usual. He chewed on his lip, then pulled out his phone and dialed Li, his assistant. "Find out who are the best pulmonary edema specialists and experts in treating leg ailments in B city, no matter what method you use, get them to First Hospital as quickly as possible." 。He wouldn't let her die! Zhou Miao called back, and saw He Hanchuan still standing in the same position as before, as if he had never moved. 。She took light steps, standing behind him, so tired she wanted to sit down, but dared not. 。Every second that passed, the doors to the emergency room remained stubbornly closed. 。He Hanchuan's heart sank little by little. He called Li, his assistant, and Li said he had already contacted several experts. 。But several experts are not in City B, and the most recent one won't be able to reach the airport until tomorrow afternoon at 4:30 at the earliest. 。Anxiety spread little by little in his heart, dominating his thoughts and body. He had never felt so helpless as he did now. 。Menglan brought him a suit and leather shoes, found an empty ward for him to change in, but he just stood there as if he hadn't heard a word. 。She let out a sigh, placed the bag containing the suit on the seat, and then sat down in the chair, propping her chin up with one hand in thought. 。Zhou Miao stood until her legs ached. She bent over and kneaded her sore calf muscles, then sat down on the chair. 。She was so nervous that she only got hit by the edge of the seat. 。"What do you think He總 thinks of Wanye" Menglan glanced at He Hanchuan's back and leaned into Zhou Miao's ear lazily, asking. 。Zhou Miao's whole body was tense, she almost jumped up in fright when Meng Lan suddenly asked her that. 。At this moment, she really had no interest in gossiping about the relationship between Helo and He Hanchuan. But when her boss asked, she had to perk up and respond, "I... I don't have much contact with President He, so I don't know..." 。She spoke in a very low voice, but even so, she was afraid that He Hanchuan would hear her. She stole several glances at him. 。"If you don't like it, how could you look like this" Menglan's eyes were shimmering, as if she was asking Zhou Miao, or perhaps talking to herself. 。As a woman, Zhou Miao still blushed when facing Meng Lan's affectionate eyes. 。She opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't say anything. She just glanced at He Hanchuan, and then, like him, stared intently at the emergency room. 。He Hanchuan always felt that time flew by. He would attend one or two meetings, process dozens of documents, and before he knew it, the day was over. 。But now, every minute and second makes him feel extremely tormented, as if being cut by a knife and roasted by fire, suffering to the extreme. 。At 3:58 in the morning, Zhao Yu arrived at the entrance of the emergency room accompanied by a servant. "Hanchuan, what's going on with Wanwan" 。After making some inquiries, she found out that He Hanchuan and Xiang Wan were both in the hospital, but she didn't know what had happened. 。When Zhou Miao saw her, she was wearing all designer clothes. Even without makeup or any special styling, she still had an extraordinary air of elegance. He instinctively stood up and awkwardly stood by the chair. 。She has a relapse of pulmonary edema and leg disease, she is being rescued inside. 。"He hadn't moved for a long time, his legs were already numb. He wanted to walk over to Zhao Yu, but he stumbled and had to brace himself against the wall to stay upright." 。Zhao Yu's pupils shrank, and his lips parted slightly. 。After half a minute, she came back to her senses and looked at He Hanchuan in disbelief, "Hanchuan, you... what did you do to Wanwan again" He Hanchuan tightened his lips and remained silent. 。“You misunderstood President He.” 。Menglan stepped forward and stood beside Zhao Yu, whispering, "This time when Wan went to the emergency room at the party, it had nothing to do with Mr. He." 。Zhao Yu frowned, her face was grim. She didn't say anything more on the subject, but it was clear she didn't believe Meng Lan's words. 。She was also a little annoyed now. She didn't look at He Hanchuan and Menglan anymore, but turned to Zhou Miao and asked, "Miss, do you know how Wanwan is doing now" "The situation... isn't good..." 。Suddenly being questioned by the legendary Madam He, Zhou Miao was taken aback. She carefully considered her words, "When I found Xiang Wan, her old illness had already relapsed, and she couldn't even speak." 。By the time they got her into the ambulance, she…”Zhou Miao hesitated for a moment, then said with difficulty: "She was already unconscious." 。"When did she go to the emergency room Did the doctor say anything" Zhao Yu tried his best to stay calm, but he was still speaking much faster than usual. 。Zhou Miao was about to speak for more than an hour, but before she could open her mouth, the door of the emergency room creaked open. A doctor in scrubs, wearing a mask and a disposable hat, walked out. 。 He was followed by a little nurse who was panting heavily from exhaustion. The nurse had several sheets of paper in her hand, but it was unclear what they were for. 。Ge Hanchuan's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked to the doctor's side, wanting to ask about Xiang Wan's condition. But when he saw the doctor's grim expression, the words that had almost reached his throat choked back into silence. 。He had never imagined that there would come a time when he would hesitate for half a day before asking a simple question. 。"Who is Xiao Wan's family member" The doctor took off his mask and asked hurriedly. 。Ge Hanchuan's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes suppressing the raging emotions churning within him. Every word he uttered was laced with excruciating difficulty, "What... what happened to her" 16446330/50669357. Please remember the book's first release domain: . 。Biquge mobile version reading URL: were eerily silent, so quiet that she could almost hear Feng Mu's muffled sobs. Was he cryingMeng Lan's heart felt like it was being gripped by giant hands, aching as if pricked by needles. But grit...