The Queen of Gossip

Su Wanqing turned her head, not looking at him.

"After returning from Los Angeles, you are not allowed to live with Xichen again." Luo Mingxuan issued a death order.

Of course, she wouldn't really take it to heart.

After arriving in Los Angeles, the two went straight from the airport to the hospital and saw Su Jiuge lying on the bed resting.

"Doctor, what's wrong with my mother?" Su Wanqing asked the attending doctor with concern.

"She has fainted many times in the past few days, and her right hand and left foot are numb. After taking an X-ray, it was confirmed that there was a hemorrhage on the left side of the gray matter of the brain, and the intracranial pressure was extremely high. The initial diagnosis was early cerebral infarction, a slight cerebral hemorrhage."

The words of the attending doctor were undoubtedly a bomb that exploded in Su Wanqing's mind.

"Why? Mom, she's always been healthy."

"Has the patient been greatly stimulated recently, or has he been fatigued and overworked for a long time?" The doctor asked about the medical history.

Su Wanqing thought of the massacre video and the dispute at the airport, so she nodded.

"That's right. In our Department of Neurology, there are many patients like your mother who have suffered from this disease since they were around 35 years old. They will have attacks every few months and need to be hospitalized for observation."

Su Wanqing felt the seriousness of the matter, and hurriedly asked: "Then what should I do?"

"Reduce her workload, take more rest, and shield her from things that can cause her spirits. Cerebral hemorrhage softening can be large or small, and a small area can be cured. If the deterioration expands, it is basically not far from paralysis and hysteria. gone."

A chill ran from the top of Su Wanqing's head to the bottom of her feet, her face was as pale as paper, and her voice didn't sound like her own: "I see, thank you doctor."

It was the death of her biological father and her unfilial daughter that made her mother fall into this situation.

Huang said that the main purpose of her mother's coming to Los Angeles was not to film, but to meet Uncle Qi, who used to hold an important position in the FBI Intelligence Bureau.

Mom must have been told something, or found something, and suffered a mental blow not weaker than the last time, before she fell ill.

Mother was still sleeping, so she didn't dare to disturb her, so she went to the bathroom and dialed Huang's number.

"Mr. Huang, my mother is ill, I want to see Uncle Qi, is that okay?"

There was a long silence on the phone, about a full minute.

"Why did Aunt Jiuzi fall ill?" Huang's voice was very weak.

"I guess it has something to do with Uncle Qi. I want to know what happened. Mr. Huang, can you introduce me?"

Huang said in a deep voice: "I'll try to contact Uncle Seven, just wait for my news."

After hanging up the phone, Su Wanqing's heart kept pounding uncomfortably. If she could face the people of the previous generation, would she be getting closer to the truth?

Luo Mingxuan went to the set. As the president of SRTWR, he apologized to the American production team and turned down Su Jiuge's hard-won chance to be the second female lead.

Because Su Jiuge's illness required a period of recuperation, it was inconvenient to take a [-]-hour flight back to China immediately. The doctor said that the condition would be complicated if he traveled too much, so Luo Mingxuan temporarily bought a larger apartment in Los Angeles.

Su Wanqing has been waiting by Su Jiuge's sickbed, waiting for her mother to wake up.There were too many questions in her mind, and she couldn't wait to ask for proof.

When Su Jiuge slowly opened his eyes, it was already three hours later.It's just that her eyes are cold, her eyeballs are dead, and even her expression is rigid.

"Wanqing, why are you here? Aren't you going to be with Xichen?" Su Wanqing turned her head and didn't look at him.

"After returning from Los Angeles, you are not allowed to live with Xichen again." Luo Mingxuan issued a death order.

Of course, she wouldn't really take it to heart.

After arriving in Los Angeles, the two went straight from the airport to the hospital and saw Su Jiuge lying on the bed resting.

"Doctor, what's wrong with my mother?" Su Wanqing asked the attending doctor with concern.

"She has fainted many times in the past few days, and her right hand and left foot are numb. After taking an X-ray, it was confirmed that there was a hemorrhage on the left side of the gray matter of the brain, and the intracranial pressure was extremely high. The initial diagnosis was early cerebral infarction, a slight cerebral hemorrhage."

The words of the attending doctor were undoubtedly a bomb that exploded in Su Wanqing's mind.

"Why? Mom, she's always been healthy."

"Has the patient been greatly stimulated recently, or has he been fatigued and overworked for a long time?" The doctor asked about the medical history.

Su Wanqing thought of the massacre video and the dispute at the airport, so she nodded.

"That's right. In our Department of Neurology, there are many patients like your mother who have suffered from this disease since they were around 35 years old. They will have attacks every few months and need to be hospitalized for observation."

Su Wanqing felt the seriousness of the matter, and hurriedly asked: "Then what should I do?"

"Reduce her workload, take more rest, and shield her from things that can cause her spirits. Cerebral hemorrhage softening can be large or small, and a small area can be cured. If the deterioration expands, it is basically not far from paralysis and hysteria. gone."

A chill ran from the top of Su Wanqing's head to the bottom of her feet, her face was as pale as paper, and her voice didn't sound like her own: "I see, thank you doctor."

It was the death of her biological father and her unfilial daughter that made her mother fall into this situation.

Huang said that the main purpose of her mother's coming to Los Angeles was not to film, but to meet Uncle Qi, who used to hold an important position in the FBI Intelligence Bureau.

Mom must have been told something, or found something, and suffered a mental blow not weaker than the last time, before she fell ill.

Mother was still sleeping, so she didn't dare to disturb her, so she went to the bathroom and dialed Huang's number.

"Mr. Huang, my mother is ill, I want to see Uncle Qi, is that okay?"

There was a long silence on the phone, about a full minute.

"Why did Aunt Jiuzi fall ill?" Huang's voice was very weak.

"I guess it has something to do with Uncle Qi. I want to know what happened. Mr. Huang, can you introduce me?"

Huang said in a deep voice: "I'll try to contact Uncle Seven, just wait for my news."

After hanging up the phone, Su Wanqing's heart kept pounding uncomfortably. If she could face the people of the previous generation, would she be getting closer to the truth?

Luo Mingxuan went to the set. As the president of SRTWR, he apologized to the American production team and turned down Su Jiuge's hard-won chance to be the second female lead.

Because Su Jiuge's illness required a period of recuperation, it was inconvenient to take a [-]-hour flight back to China immediately. The doctor said that the condition would be complicated if he traveled too much, so Luo Mingxuan temporarily bought a larger apartment in Los Angeles.

Su Wanqing has been waiting by Su Jiuge's sickbed, waiting for her mother to wake up.There were too many questions in her mind, and she couldn't wait to ask for proof.

When Su Jiuge slowly opened his eyes, it was already three hours later.It's just that her eyes are cold, her eyeballs are dead, and even her expression is rigid.

"Wanqing, why are you here? Aren't you going to be with Xichen?"