On the engagement night, I became the favorite of my mortal enemy

Chapter 50 She is not in the hospital at all

Zhou Si'ai was stunned, squinting his eyes and asking with a sneer: "How many times have you asked?"

Feng Lu stood up and said, "I'm afraid you'll fall in. Women are not easy to mess with. Be careful about biting you."

Zhou Sitai exhaled a puff of smoke wantonly and smiled: "Is that why you don't even dare to touch a woman?"

Feng Lu rolled his eyes, put his pocket in his pocket and left.

"Master Si," Liu Sixiong came over with the test results: "It's diethylstilbestrol, a hormone drug."

Zhou Siyi couldn't understand these reports and threw the paper back: "Are there any side effects?"

"Of course there will be side effects if you take too much hormone medicine," Liu Sixiong said, "You have to remind Dr. Song to do frequent examinations and take it seriously."

After saying that, Liu Sixiong mixed the medicine and said, holding the infusion bottle: "Master Si, I'm going to give Dr. Song some fluids. This will help metabolize some of the remaining hormones."

Zhou Siyi nodded: "Yes."

Under Zhou Si's gaze, Liu Sixiong quickly filled Song Tang with water, and then hung the infusion bottle on the hanger beside the bed: "Master Si, are you watching?"

Zhou Sitai sat on the edge of the bed and hummed.

Liu Sixiong carried his things out. Zhou Sihui glanced at Song Tang and saw that she was still sleeping, so he lay in the open space next to her and fiddled with his mobile phone.

Not long after, Song Tang's cell phone rang. Zhou Silai glanced and saw that the caller ID was Zhou Jiashu.

He reached for the phone and pressed answer. Zhou Jiashu's deliberately lowered voice came out: "Song Tang, where are you?"

"Song Tang, why don't you speak? Where are you?"

Zhou Si'ai raised the corners of his lips and was about to speak when Song Tang moved his fingers, hooked his wrist and secretly exerted force.

Zhou Sihui glanced at her, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, his brows furrowed.

"Song Tang, what are you doing? Talk!" Zhou Jiashu's voice became impatient.

Song Tang's eyelashes fluttered, as if she was struggling to wake up. Zhou Si'ao twitched the corners of his lips and finally gave in.

He stood up and went out, twitching his fingers at the servant as a sign of silence.

The servant took the phone and looked at Zhou Sitai nervously and puzzled.

Zhou Sihui typed a line of text and asked the servant to follow it.

Servant: "This is the First City Hospital. Are you a family member of the patient?"

"City No. [-] Hospital?" Zhou Jiashu's voice became weaker and he asked with a guilty conscience, "How is she?"

The servant looked at Zhou Sitai's cell phone and read: "The patient is still in a coma."

"Okay, I understand." Zhou Jiashu hung up the phone and was restless on the other end of the phone, driving his wheelchair around the room aimlessly: "Do you want to go see her?"

Over at Tan Palace, the servant returned the phone to Zhou Siyi: "Master Si, he has hung up."

Zhou Sitai put the phone back into his pocket, making the servant shrink back in fear.

The servant was worried. He always felt that Master Si was in a particularly bad mood today, as if he was always on fire.

"Have someone prepare the car." Zhou Silai said with a sullen face. He returned to the room and wrapped Song Tang, who was undergoing infusion, in a quilt, and directly carried her into the nanny car.

City First Hospital.

The dean hurried to the conference room, opened the door and saw Zhou Jiashu sitting in a wheelchair.

"Mr. Zhou," the dean smiled apologetically and stepped forward to greet him: "Why are you so here?"

Zhou Jiashu didn't have any friendship with the No. [-] Hospital in the city. He usually had a family doctor for medical consultations, so he never interacted with the director.

The dean looked at Zhou Jiashu's plastered leg and wondered whether he was here to see the leg. Which orthopedic surgeon in the hospital was the best... Before he could decide who to come, Zhou Jiashu put down the teacup in his hand and said: "I hope the dean will not let a third person know about Song Tang's hospitalization."

The dean was stunned: "Song Tang is hospitalized?"

Zhou Jiashu raised his eyes to look at the dean and frowned when he saw the confused expression on his face: "Isn't Song Tang in the First City Hospital?"

The dean realized something was wrong and quickly changed his words: "I called to ask, maybe I was negligent."

The dean called the landline on his desk and asked the hospital front desk: "Has Dr. Song been admitted?"

The front desk checked and said, "I don't have any records here."

"..." The dean looked at Zhou Jiashu awkwardly.

Zhou Jiashu frowned and realized that Song Tang was not in the hospital at all, so he pushed the wheelchair out.

While walking, he dialed Song Tang's cell phone, but to his surprise, the other party picked up quickly.

Zhou Jiashu sneered: "How dare you answer the phone, Song Tang! Where are you?"

After a long time after he finished speaking, Song Tang's hoarse voice came from the microphone: "I'm in the First City Hospital."

"You still want to lie to me. I am in the First Hospital of the City. There is no record of your hospitalization here!" Zhou Jiashu was furious. Song Tang was given that kind of medicine and might be in the arms of a man now. Put a hat on him I still want to build a memorial arch!

Zhou Jiashu was thinking about the scene of Song Tang's debauchery when Song Tang's voice came again: "Emergency Department Bed 3022, come here."

After speaking, Song Tang hung up the phone.

"3022..."

Zhou Jiashu pushed the wheelchair angrily and walked into the elevator. The dean chased after him anxiously: "Mr. Zhou, slow down, I'll push you!"

After getting out of the elevator, the two of them went to bed 3022 together. Sure enough, they saw Song Tang wearing a hospital gown and lying on the bed. Her face was pale and she was resting with her eyes closed. She didn't even know who was around.

It was the nurse who patted her shoulder and reminded: "Dr. Song, the director is here."

Song Tang opened his eyes slowly, his eyelids became multi-layered, and he felt tired.

Zhou Jiashu was heartbroken.

The dean was also startled by Song Tang's appearance: "Doctor Song, how did you do this?"

Song Tang glanced at Zhou Jiashu, only to see Zhou Jiashu avoiding her gaze and tightening the corners of his lips nervously.

Song Tang said: "I was knocked unconscious by a stranger's attack, but I'm fine now."

The dean glanced at Zhou Jiashu and knew that the matter might not be that simple, but it was obviously not something he could ask more about: "Oh, it's okay. You guys talk first, I'll go out and take a look."

The dean closed the door after going out. When passing by the corridor, he didn't notice a tall figure leaning against the wall at the corner.

In the ward.

Song Tang closed his eyes, rubbed his aching temples, and said sadly, "Isn't this the hospital you sent me to?"

Zhou Jiashu frowned and looked at Song Tang inquiringly: "Huh?"

Song Tang looked at him and recalled: "I remember that I was going to find Liu Bowen, but someone suddenly pricked me with a needle on the way. Then I fell unconscious, and then I was sent to the hospital. I thought You sent me here."

Zhou Jiashu stared at Song Tang with an inquiring expression. Didn't she remember what happened?
Zhou Jiashu recalled that Song Tang was indeed in a coma when he was caught by Liu Bowen, so she didn't know what happened to her later, which meant that she didn't know what he did.

Zhou Jiashu breathed a sigh of relief, leaned on the backrest of his wheelchair, and asked, "What are you looking for Liu Bowen for?"

"I heard that Liu Bowen handled my dad's case. I want to ask about the details. I think my dad was wrongly accused."

Zhou Jiashu saw that her mood was stable and she didn't look like she was being tortured at all. So, did she really not remember what happened?
(End of this chapter)