793: Concealment (12)

Concealment (12)

Based on Xinlei's usual personality, if he didn't pick up after a long time, she would call him two or three times at most before stopping. However, the phone had been ringing repeatedly. By now, there were already more than a dozen calls.2

Could something have happened?

He frowned and pondered.

But on second thought, he had just left. What could have happened?

But looking at the increasingly urgent phone call, Zhong Shenghao couldn't help but pick it up in the end as the car slowly drove towards the city.

"Hello?" He was expecting Jing Xinlei's voice to come from the other side.

However, he heard the maid's extremely anxious voice instead. "Mr. Zhong, it's bad! Miss Jing, she... she suddenly cut her wrist with a fragment of a vase!"

Hearing this, Zhong Shenghao's pupils constricted. He slammed on the brakes and squeaked!

He put down the phone in his hand and turned the car around!

It had been more than ten minutes since he left the villa but Jing Xinlei's side was already covered in blood. Nanny Liu and the maid were pressing on her wound in panic, but blood was still gushing out.

"Xinlei!"

Zhong Shenghao walked in and saw Jing xinlei lying on the ground. Her face was as pale as snow, and it was obvious that she had lost too much blood.

He rushed to a room in the living room, took out the medical equipment, and provided an emergency first aid. Then, he carried her out the door and rushed straight to the hospital!

She had obviously lost too much blood and urgently needs a blood transfusion!

At the hospital, after an emergency blood transfusion, Jing Xinlei was finally out of danger.

Zhong Shenghao's expression was a little heavy as he looked at Xinlei.

He had never thought that she would be so dramatic that she would end her own life. Was it because she felt that she was being imprisoned by him?

His heart felt a tight squeeze. Fortunately, she was fine. Otherwise, he would hate himself to death!

Zhong Shenghao stood up and turned around to leave the ward.

In order to take care of her and Zuo Weiyi at the same time, Zhong Shenghao specially arranged Jing Xinlei's room in the same building of the obstetrics and gynecology department, but not on the same floor.

It was 5:50pm in the evening. After autumn, the night always came quickly. At this moment, the sky outside the window had gradually darkened, and the lights of the city had slowly lit up.

After a night of rest, Jing Xinlei woke up slowly the next morning, but her face was still a little pale.

"Do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Zhong Shenghao askedly softly.

However, Jing Xinlei turned her head away, as if she didn't want to pay attention to him.

He knew that she still hated that he had imprisoned her freedom, but he did this because he wanted her to live in peace and stability.

Of course, he was also afraid that she would find trouble with Weiyi again after she arrived in this city.

"I'll go buy you some breakfast." Zhong Shenghao stood up.

Jing Xinlei remained unmoved.

It wasn't until she heard the sound of the ward door opening and closing, confirming that he had left, that she turned her head and looked at the tightly shut ward door.

Ten minutes later, Zhong Shenghao came in with breakfast.

He picked up the porridge and wanted to feed her personally, but she turned her face away.

Zhong Shenghao felt a little helpless, but if she really went on a hunger strike, there was nothing he could do.

So, he said, "As long as you eat obediently, I promise to let you go out for a walk after you recover."

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