793: C793 It's None of Your Business

C793 It's None of Your Business

After a few sips, he finished the rice soup, fell asleep for a while, felt a little uncomfortable, got up to wash his hair, brush his teeth, and wash his face.

Jiang Zhao looked at Ye Er who was like this and was a little shocked. It was as if Ye Er had never stayed in the hospital before and had never been to the resuscitation room. She just got a typhoid and caught a cold and went to the hospital to get some medicine. The more Ye Er looked fine, the heavier Jiang Zhao's worries became.

The words he asked the deputy director at the door of the resuscitation room were still ringing in his ears. Could it be the last rays of light?

This was what he had been worried about. After all, he had lost the wrong medicine and his blood vessels had expanded. This was not a small problem. While Ye Er went to the bathroom, he sent another message to Qin Feiyan. "Feiyan, have you asked about the situation?"

Qin Feiyan had already suspected that this was not a simple case of taking the wrong medicine. He was talking to the director about watching the monitor. The director refused. This was a high-end private hospital. Patients had absolute privacy. If anyone wanted to be monitored, such a high-end private hospital would lose its meaning.

Qin Feiyan saw Jiang Zhao's message and replied, "I want to transfer the monitor. The hospital director won't give it to me. I want grandpa to come out and talk to this old man. "

Jiang Zhao bit his lower lip. "En, if this matter is really not that simple, the surveillance camera must be transferred. If grandpa comes forward and wants to take Qiao Qiao, I will come forward. " He would come forward to find trouble and seal up this hospital.

For more than twenty days, all the information about the murderer was cut off on the highway by the river.

Xi Enyuv was also troubled every day, but there was still no progress. Did he not say that it had something to do with Ouyang Yan?

Ouyang Yan was not that kind of person. He did not believe that she would do that.

Ye Er came out of the bathroom and saw that the table of dishes had not been moved. She wiped her hair and kindly told Jiang Zhao, "Aren't you going to eat something?"

Jiang Zhao put away his phone and prepared to hug Ye Er. "Are you done washing? I'll go right away. "

Ye Er added. She felt angry. "I have really returned to the old society. It's fine if you can't eat big fish and big meat on your husband's table, but you can only drink rice soup. "

Jiang Zhao saw Ye Er return to the bathroom as if nothing had happened. Not long after, there was the sound of the electric breeze blowing. He sighed, shook his head, and smiled.

Enyuv threw down the pile of materials in his hands and walked to the balcony of the lounge area. He stood on the balcony outside the CEO's office and looked down. The night sky was like the sea, the car was like a beetle, and people were like ants. Standing in the room and looking at Enyuv's lonely back, An An could not help but frown. She picked up the materials on the floor one by one and put them away.

The materials on the ground were all related to the accident on the riverside. The clues that were cut in half at the waist made Enyuv feel powerless.

Enyuv stood on the balcony with both hands on the glass fence. At the height of the 39th floor, the wind was even colder.

He looked at his own hands that had gone through the second skin grafting. The color was becoming more and more normal, and it was repaired again. He reckoned that even if he didn't look closely, he wouldn't be able to tell that his hands had been burned before. However, he didn't need to look to know that. . . He could no longer draw with his hands, and it was not that he could not draw with them. He couldn't hold his brush for too long, and he was no longer willing to draw. After several attempts, the lines he drew were no longer soft. He could not draw out what he imagined her to be like.

She was just a murderer, how could it be so difficult to investigate?

Could she be a death row criminal?

A death row criminal?

If that was the case, would Jiang Zhao not be able to find out?

It would probably be easier to find out than him, right?

Enyuv turned around. The glass door was not closed. "Anan, how is she today?"

Anan looked at the files and pretended not to hear him.

"Anan!" Enyuv raised his voice again. He was a quiet and pretty boy, but he looked a little more aggressive in the background of his suit and his loud voice.

"Today, because of the wrong medication, we were saved. . . " Anan's voice was getting smaller and smaller, until it was so soft that it could barely be heard. If it wasn't for the fact that the office was too quiet at this moment, he would have been unable to hear her clearly.

Enyuv strode back into the room. He slowly clenched his fists, and the veins on his white skin could be seen. "Why did you only tell me now?"

"She's fine, she's fine!" Anan raised her head unhappily and stood up. There was a stubbornness in her cold eyes. "Is that enough? Someone is in charge. She has a husband. No matter if she's dead or alive, someone is in charge of her. You don't have to worry about her! "

"Anan, what's with your attitude?"

Faced with Enyuv's question, Anan suddenly became excited. "You are my brother! Brother You. You are my brother! I'm not your servant, I'm your sister. You can't talk to me with such an attitude. You should respect me. You shouldn't have asked me to investigate her for you. I hate her! "0

Enyuv still clenched his fists and lowered his head. He took a deep breath and looked up again. It was a warm feeling after relaxing. He slightly bent his body. He grabbed Anan's shoulder with both hands and looked for her eyes. Anan," he said in a warm voice. I thought we grew up together. I could share anything with you, so. . . I didn't do it on purpose. I never thought that asking you to help me investigate Ye Er's matter would mean that I didn't respect you. If you think so, I apologize. In the future, I won't let you interfere, okay? Don't be angry. Tonight, I'll take you to eat your favorite food, okay?"

" You're lying! " Anan pushed Enyuv away and spoke in a loud voice. Her eyes were also round, as if she was trying her best to suppress some kind of emotion. "You won't share it with me at all. You've been at Wutong Street for such a long time. You've never told me that you were waiting for her, that you've never shared your thoughts with me. When you shared them with me, I wasn't the first to know. And you shared it with me because you had no choice but to. You could only tell me. . . You asked me to cooperate with you in doing things, but you didn't treat me as your sister at all. Not at all!"

Enyuv raised his hand because of An An's push. To prevent her from getting excited again, He stopped his hands in the air and stopped touching her. When he heard that Anan had been complaining until the end, He reached out to cover his face and rubbed it. Anan was right. If it weren't for the fact that it couldn't be covered up, He would not tell anyone because he was too cautious. . . That was why he brushed past Ye Er.

He needed to meet and get close to her. He could only pull An An to act next to him and force her to join the performance. It was not until now that he finally vented her dissatisfaction with him. Besides, it was the first time in so many years that An An dared to talk to him in such a way.

Enyuv said, "An An, you have always been my sister. I have always regarded you as my sister, and you will be my sister for the rest of your life. Don't think too much about it. Don't ever say that I don't treat you as my sister again. "

Anan was dazed for a moment before she suddenly fell silent.

"You don't like Ye Er. You hate her. But don't say it in front of me. You clearly know that I like her very much. You are my sister. Even if you don't want to stand on the same path as me, Don't back off from me, okay?" Enyuv saw no reaction from Anan. "Anan, I'll go to the hospital and take a look. You don't have to worry about her anymore. I'm sorry to make you so sad. "

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