The entertainment industry boss is the supreme god

Chapter 247 Ming Qi coma
Meng Feihan was splashed with a basin of cold water, and his boiling mood calmed down a little.

Ming Jue, Ming Family, Ming... are related to Ming Qi again!
He would rather stay by Ming Qi's side and be an unfree striker than return to Meng's house to be a rich young master!

Meng Feihan's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he seemed to be still awake from the early morning drunkenness, so he blurted out: "What's so good about Mingqi!"

After talking about Meng Feihan, he regretted it.

Because he saw with his own eyes that Mingjue's eyes on the other side changed from indifference to disgust and resistance.

"I..." Meng Feihan opened his mouth.

"I'm not..." He wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know where to start under his clear and vigilant eyes.

"cough."

The atmosphere at the scene was stiff, and it was Ming Qi who covered his mouth and coughed, breaking the deadlock and said, "Mingjue, he didn't mean that. If there is really a blood relationship, why don't you put down your grudges and talk about it."

Her voice was blocked by the palm of her hand, and it was faintly sandy.

As expected, the expression on Mingjue's face softened a lot, and the obvious hostility was less.

Meng Feihan's mind was confused, and he hurriedly cast a grateful glance at Ming Qi.

Ming Jue: "Miss, it is he who tried to arrest you repeatedly."

Ming Qi smiled, showing quite beautiful eyebrows and eyes, but in the early morning mist, it seemed to be covered with a layer of white gauze, pale and delicate.

"You know it's not his will."

She never vents her emotions on innocent people.

Mingjue's expression improved a lot, and Meng Feihan was overjoyed: "Feiheng..."

"Miss!"

Mingjue's expression changed suddenly, he pushed away Meng Feihan and rushed towards Mingqi.

Meng Feihan turned his head subconsciously, and it happened to meet Ming Qi's eyes.

Those eyes slowly closed, like the elongated slow motion in a movie, every detail was infinitely magnified.

Her hand covering her mouth was as white as ceramics, and it hung down gently. Her face was abnormally rosy, like a ripe apple, and her lips curved into a gentle smile. They were moist and plump, glowing with water, and healthy. , like Snow White in the fairy tale world, delicate and beautiful.

In stark contrast are her eyes.

Those star eyes that often looked at people with a smile suddenly dimmed, revealing a gray look of despair.

She closed her eyes gently, gently.

Like exhaustion, like lifeless.

Standing not far from her, Meng Feihan watched Ming Jue rushing over without hesitation, He Mao's worried calls, and the enthusiastic little policeman who got off the police car and called for an ambulance. Anxious and terrified expressions, talking non-stop, noisy and busy.

However, Memphis couldn't hear what they were saying, and the whole background was dark and dead.The distance between him and them is frame by frame, pulled far away, like having a third perspective, overlooking their various actions, but unable to give any response.

For a moment, indescribable despair drowned him.

Meng Feihan stood there, his mind blank.

It shouldn't be like this, he thought blankly.

……

Everything is traceable, but it is a pity that Meng Feihan did not know Ming Qi well, so he did not find any abnormality.

Her unusually ruddy complexion, her hoarse voice that no longer used to be, and those overly depressed eyes.

As long as someone who is familiar with Ming Qi stays with her this morning, she can immediately find out that something is wrong.

In Meng Feihan's several contacts, he defined this little girl as deep-minded, cunning, smart and sophisticated... except that she is not fragile.

So Meng Feihan still felt a little unreal when he bumped into Ming Qi who was caught off guard and fell into a coma.

How could such a powerful little pervert be knocked down by illness so easily?

Oh, by the way, she has a leg problem, and her health has never been good...

"fever?!"

In the hospital, Meng Feihan panicked when he heard Ming Jue and He Mao repeating the doctor's words at the same time.

Isn't it just a simple fever?
It is estimated that it was caused by staying in the detention room of the police station all night last night, not doing a good job of keeping warm, and suffering from a bit of cold... hang water, it will be fine.

What responded to Meng Feihan was Mingjue's angry fist, which hit Meng Feihan's face head-on.

Meng Feihan didn't mind for a while, he staggered two steps before he stabilized his body.

The little policeman behind him stepped forward to warn, but was stopped by Meng Feihan.

Ming Jue stood opposite, his usually expressionless face continued to be broken today, his expression was extremely ugly, staring at Meng Feihan as if he wanted to kill him.

"Do you know that a fever might have killed her?"

He dropped the words, turned and left.

Originally, He Mao didn't want to care about Meng Feihan, and considering Ming Qi's confession before he fell into a coma, he turned around and explained: "Ming Jue just couldn't accept it for a while."

What can't be accepted?
He Mao had followed Ming Jue closely and left the room.

Meng Feihan stayed where he was, covering half of his beaten face, dazed.

……

Meng Feihan quickly realized the seriousness of this matter.

After several senior doctors in the hospital took turns to make diagnoses, they all came to the conclusion that it was common fever.

But who has a common fever like Ming Qi, lying on the hospital bed with a rosy face and a peaceful expression, seeing that nothing is wrong, but the result is that his breath is so weak that he will die every minute.

The electrocardiogram by the hospital bed stimulated the nerves of those present from time to time, and Ming Qi never woke up again.

Meng Feihan sat outside the ward, watching various experts coming and going for consultations, and after discussing for a long time, he couldn't come to a reason.

He buried his head deep in his knees, feeling lost.

The three brothers Lu Yuanfeng arrived at noon, each with solemn expressions.Lu Ciyue rushed into the ward and saw the movement on the electrocardiogram at first sight, she was so frightened that she almost cried out, but it was Lu Yuanfeng who covered her mouth in time.

Ming Jue was standing in front of the hospital bed, sitting stiffly, his breathing was almost at the same frequency as Ming Qi.

No one dared to disturb him.

He quit to ask about Meng Feihan's situation, but the other party also looked lost in his mind, so he had to go to the doctor on duty at the hospital.

The doctors were also at a loss, saying that they had never encountered such a situation.

Lu Ciyue frowned, while Lu Yuanfeng clenched his fists and asked, "How long will she be able to wake up in this situation?"

The doctors were stopped by the question, and they looked at each other without answering.

A doctor came out to explain: "Miss Ming's situation is really rare. Through multiple examinations, we found that her body has been severely damaged over the years, and her internal organs show signs of necrosis and decline. It should be that she suffered a severe trauma when she was young. The sequelae... This fever also indirectly caused and deteriorated her body."

The place was dead silent.

For a while no one answered.

Finally, Lu Ciyue shook her lips: "Sister Ming, how long can I live?"

"...up to three days."

"Clap."

Lu Ci Yuedou's big teardrops fell down, her heart hurt so badly that she couldn't breathe.

She didn't know why she had such a big physical reaction, but at this moment, she tasted the same despair as Meng Feihan.

Behind him, there was a loud "boom".

Several people turned their heads, and Mingjue stood at the end of the corridor, the small blade of the dagger that never left his body fell on the clean floor, dim.

(End of this chapter)