The unlucky master of metaphysics was struck by lightning again

Chapter 86 87 Qu Yi is here

Chu Yan's face was extremely dark.

Qu Yi's hand felt like it was on fire, he didn't want to throw it away, let alone put it back.

"Cough, cough, Zhou Zhou..." Chu Yan couldn't explain after saying two words.

It was Qu Yi who reacted quickly, "This guy Zhou Zhou likes to joke." He said and threw the thing directly into the trash can.

Although embarrassment was avoided, the ambiguous atmosphere still reverberated between the two.

Especially Chu Yan's face turned red to the neck, Qu Yi was not much better, the two of them looked like prawns stewed in oil.

"Send you back?" Chu Yan spoke first.

Unable to remember more here, Qu Yi thought about going to Sanse Bar to try some other day.

It's not easy for her to mention that Chu Yan is here today, but after seeing Liu You'an in the hospital, she missed Chu Tingzheng a little.

"I'll go to Chu's house to see Ah Zheng."

Speaking of Chu Tingzheng, Chu Yan talked a little more.

"He talks about you every day, and he doesn't have such a good appetite for dinner in recent days."

Qu Yi felt distressed instantly.

For some reason, Chu Tingzheng's every move always touched her nerves.

At this moment, Chu Yan's phone rang.

Chu Yan politely made a gesture to answer the phone first, and then pressed the answer button.

I have to say that Chu Yan is worthy of being born in a big family, his upbringing is engraved in his bones, and he will give people a very comfortable feeling when getting along.

Chu Yan answered the phone, his expression immediately changed, Qu Yi heard a few sporadic words "A Zheng" and "Doctor".

"What's the matter?" Seeing Chu Yan hung up the phone, Qu Yi picked up his coat and was about to go out, looking anxious.

"A Zheng is sick, I'm worried, I have to hurry back. Miss Qu, can you go?"

"can."

She had been listening to Aunt Tong and Chu Qing talking about Ah Zheng being very dangerous when he got sick, but she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.

The two hurried downstairs, but Qu Yi forgot that she was wearing high heels, and fell forward with an "ah", and subconsciously dragged Chu Yan in front of her.

Chu Yan turned his head when he heard the exclamation, but was thrown down by Qu Yi behind him.

The two fell directly to the ground, Qu Yi on top.

It suddenly became more ambiguous than before.

Chu Yan directly felt Wei'an wrapped in a professional skirt, and Qu Yi's unique scent of grass entered her nostrils.

Chu Yan's black eyes drooped slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in her mind, because the smell was really familiar.

"I'm sorry." Qu Yi quickly got up, because the professional skirt didn't move very much, and she tripped over the skirt and shoes for the first time when she got up.

With a muffled groan, Chu Yan was suppressed again.

Both of their faces turned red.

Qu Yi turned over and rolled off Chu Yan's body. Chu Yan stood up slowly and stretched out his hand to Qu Yi who was still struggling.

Clasping both hands, Chu Yan's palm was wide and dry, and a strange electric current pierced into Qu Yi's heart, as if he had been electrocuted for a short time.

"Thank you, Mr. Chu." Qu Yi bowed his head in thanks, trying to cover up the waves in his eyes.

When they got downstairs, the rain had stopped.

"Go home, Ah Zheng has something to do."

Chu Yan's order directly extinguished Zhou Zhou's heart of gossip that had just been ignited.

While the car was driving, there were occasional thunders, but today was a thunderstorm, and no one took it seriously. Only Qu Yi knew that the thunder was aimed at her, and she had to follow Chu Yan all the time.

The car arrived at Chu's house very quickly, Chu Yan was impatient, and strode home as soon as the car stopped.

Qu Yi was wearing high heels and couldn't keep up with Chu Yan's speed, so he could only watch Chu Yan walk away.

Seeing that Qu Yi has difficulty moving, Zhou Zhou was about to ask her if she needed help.

"Ah!!!!" A thunderbolt struck Qu Yi beside him, Zhou Zhou was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

Hearing the sound, Chu Yan turned his head, and suddenly his whole body was shaken. His expression seemed to be that not only Qu Yi but also him had been struck by lightning.

Could it be...that woman four years ago was Qu Yi?

Qu Yi, who was struck by lightning, had a dark complexion, his hair stood up all around as if charged, and he coughed and spit out white smoke.

The bodyguards around were dumbfounded. This was the first time they saw someone being struck by lightning.

It was hard for Chu Yan to regain her thinking, and while taking off her suit jacket, she strode towards Qu Yi, put the jacket on Qu Yi, and carried her to the villa.

Zhou Zhou went from being frightened at the beginning to being dumbfounded now. He actually saw the gentleness of the CEO, and he rubbed his eyes involuntarily.

The man and woman in front, even if they only looked at their backs, said, "That's right, isn't it?"

However, the bodyguards around him ignored him and walked towards the resting place in the backyard.

Of course Qu Yi knew what kind of virtue he was after being struck by lightning, he had already tidied up a little while walking.

The two came to Chu Tingzheng's room. Su Tongyu, Chu Qing, Steward Shi, Mrs. De and three doctors were in the room.

Chu Tingzheng was lying on the bed, his face pale, his eyes closed and lethargic, with an oxygen tube in his nose and a life detection instrument connected to his body, looking very dangerous.

Qu Yi felt distressed.

When Su Tongyu saw Qu Yi, he immediately came up to him, "It's a febrile convulsion, take a quick look, Ah Zheng's high fever won't go away."

Chu Yan touched Chu Tingzheng's forehead, it was very hot, and asked, "How much?"

Mr. Fei replied: "40.1°C. We have intravenously injected anticonvulsant drugs for the young master, and his condition is still under control. However, the young master's constitution, each high fever lasts for 3-5 days. We mainly prevent neuron deficiency. Blood changes, but also to be mentally prepared, it may deteriorate at any time, life-threatening."

"Ah Zheng!!!" Mr. Fei had just finished speaking when Chu Tingzheng on the bed suddenly twitched again.

Mr. Fei immediately stepped forward and grabbed Chu Tingzheng.

"When will the convulsion be stabilized?" Chu Yan's voice was a little heavy, it took them 15 minutes to come back, that is to say, Ah Zheng's convulsion had not been relieved for 15 minutes, and he was very anxious.

"Maybe it will take another ten minutes." Mr. Fei is also anxious, but as a professional doctor, he can only tell the truth, he watched Chu Tingzheng grow up, and every time he gets sick, it is very dangerous. Tang monks generally endured ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships.

Helplessness was written on Dr. Fei's old face.

"Bang", Chu Yan punched the bedside table, causing a big mark on the bedside table.

"President Chu, step aside first, let me take a look." Qu Yi was also very anxious, the longer the febrile convulsion lasts, the greater the chance of physical damage.

There were instruments beside Chu Tingzheng's bed, and there was only so much room for a person to stand on.

Mr. Fei glanced at Qu Yi, who had disheveled hair and a dark complexion, and reprimanded him, "You're not a doctor, what are you doing?"

However, to the surprise of Mr. Fei and others, Chu Yan actually gave up a seat to Qu Yi.

"Move away a little bit." He even spoke to the three doctors beside the bed so that Qu Yi would not be hindered.

"..." Mr. Fei intuitively suffered [-] points of damage, "Mr. Chu, I have already received an intravenous infusion, and it can be stabilized within ten minutes if there is no accident. This doesn't look like a doctor. The young master can't stand the trouble." .”

Chu Yan glanced back at Mr. Fei coldly. Mr. Fei felt a chill from his head directly to the soles of his feet, and his whole body felt cold.

Renzhong, Hegu, Neiguan... Qu Yi's fingers consciously pressed the acupuncture points on Chu Tingzheng's body.

Mr. Fei's assistant pointed at Qu Yi: "You man, you said that the young master can't stand the trouble. If you mess around like this, if the young master's convulsions can't be relieved, can you bear the consequences?"

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　　The chapter posted at noon was reviewed, but it was not sent out, hahaha, I tried my best to revise it
　　
　
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