Love You To The Bones

Shen Zichuan sat in the driving position, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands and stepping on the accelerator, almost driving the car to the speed of the plane.

The car was like a detached arrow, speeding forward. His whole person shook sharply with the speed of the hurricane. His dark pupils were red and stinging. His sight was blurred and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He was worried about Fang Xiaoran, who had fainted in the operating room, Fang Baoer, who was sentenced by the hospital not to get a suitable bone marrow transplant and only survived for almost half a year, and Fang Xiaoran's child who was sentenced by the doctor to miscarriage.

So far, the fetus has just reached four months. Is it really going to leave the world and leave him?

"Ah..."

Shen Zichuan suddenly smashed the steering wheel several times. He was so sad that he couldn't restrain himself. He hissed and cried blood.

He and Fang Xiaoran experienced so many ups and downs. Why did God not let him go when he was about to see the dawn and gave him a more heart piercing blow?

In the chaos, when Shen Zichuan found that the turning speed was too fast and was about to hit the protective fence on the left, it was too late for him to hit the steering wheel.

With a bang, it made an earth shaking sound.

Under the huge impact, Shen Zichuan's blood rushed to the top of his brain. His eyes were black and almost fainted.

When he calmed down and opened his eyes, the traffic police and several policemen in public security uniforms surrounded him and dragged him out of the flat car.

Suddenly, Shen Zichuan saw the face of an acquaintance.

Officer Gu, in uniform, was valiant but worried. He asked him with his mouth open and closed, "Mr. Shen, how do you feel? Is there any injury? Do you need me to send you to the hospital for a general examination immediately?"

"No, I'm fine."

When officer Gu handed over his soft white hands, Shen Zichuan resolutely shook his head, put a strong arm on a male traffic policeman nearest to him, and jumped up with the help of the other party.

Then he stood up straight and ignored the sharp stabbing pain faintly transmitted from the hind legs of his two legs. He asked the male traffic policeman, "where's your car?"

The male traffic policeman looked confused, but was shocked by the cold smell of iron blood on the man. He pointed to a white car with a special brand for traffic police behind him, "that's it."

"Give me the key."

As soon as Shen Zichuan's voice fell, the male traffic policeman standing in front of him immediately obediently handed over a string of car keys.

Seeing that the man took the shiny thing from the traffic police, officer Gu was about to hand Shen Zichuan's small white hand with the car key, and was stiff in mid air.

Shen Zichuan turned a blind eye to her embarrassment.

"Go back to Shen's group to find my assistant Shen Bai. He will give you what you deserve."

With that, he flew into the white car, started the engine, and even people and cars poured into the rolling traffic like a white lightning.

……

"OK, I see. Xiaojizi, take good care of your little sister-in-law. I'll pay attention to brother Zichuan and won't let him have an accident."

Song Zijian finished answering Ji muyuan's phone in his own Dean's office. Before he could sigh, the door of the office was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

There was a loud bang.

The door of the room that collapsed in response hit song Zijian's desk. If he hadn't dodged quickly, one arm would have been broken.

After all, his mahogany desk, which claimed to have cost hundreds of thousands, was smashed in half almost instantaneously and divided into two from the middle.

"Fuck, who is making trouble for labor and capital outside?" Song Zijian was furious and roared outside.

As soon as he looked up, he caught a glimpse of a man with sadness and pain. He staggered in slowly. He had never seen Shen Zichuan look so lost. Song Zijian immediately panicked and rushed over, holding the man's shaky body. He was a little unprepared, "Brother Zichuan, don't get excited and hold on! You must hold on to this critical moment! I've heard about my sister-in-law and bao'er. Don't worry. There's no way out. I'll find a way to solve bao'er's condition. I'll go to the human organ bank to find the right bone marrow, right? OK, I'll call the person in charge of the organ management center right away."

Shen Zichuan listened word by word. He thinned his trembling lips and wanted to say something more, but he shook for a long time. After all, he still couldn't say a word.

Finally, he solemnly and incomparably nodded to song Zijian and looked deeply grateful.

"Oh, brother Zichuan, we have been brothers for more than 20 years. In those days, we drank together, fought together and picked up girls together. Don't do this. I feel uncomfortable."

Shen Zichuan heard the speech and didn't say anything more. He wanted to raise his right leg and walk to the left. He wanted to find a place to sit down and lean against it, but his steps were disobedient and staggered to the right.

Song Zijian looked at the bottom of his eyes and felt very sad. He stepped forward and put his hand on his just sinking shoulder, helped him to the sofa and sat down slowly.

Just next to the sofa, the man's eyes closed tightly, and his heavy body like iron collapsed to the ground.

"Wocao, brother Zichuan, don't scare me when you step on a horse!"

Song Zijian was so frightened that he immediately rushed over and stretched out his hand to explore Shen Zichuan's nose. He felt a slight frequency of breathing and was relieved.

Peat, today is not April Fool's day. Don't scare my baby like this!

With song Zijian's shallow medical skills, he understood that Shen Zichuan fell down in anger.

He just wanted to move the unconscious man back to the sofa. Suddenly he noticed that his nose and mouth began to bleed. Even his black trouser legs felt sticky, wet and greasy.

Song Zijian quickly put the man down, wound around Shen Zichuan's feet, rolled up straight black trousers and rolled them to the knee bend. Suddenly, he found a pair of leg bones, all of which collapsed from the flesh and blood. There was only a little white fascia, which reluctantly pulled the broken leg bone, without completely breaking the whole bone.

The flesh and blood of the two legs were torn, which made song Zijian feel particularly painful.

"Horizontal trough."

Song Zijian said ruthlessly, his face full of shock, "brother Zichuan, you have such a terrible wound on your legs. On the way here, there must have been a terrible car accident."

In other words, Shen Zichuan moved step by step from the gate of the hospital to his office with such a pair of disabled feet and strong spiritual strength?

How painful it is!

"Cao, brother Zichuan, I don't agree with the baby wall, so I'll step on the horse and subdue you!"

But the man was completely unconscious and couldn't respond to song Zijian's shock.

Too late to sigh, song Zijian hurriedly stood up and went aside, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and called, "Director Huang, it's me! Bring some of the best orthopedic doctors to my office right away! You're limited to three minutes. If you're a second late, you won't want the bonus this month. Oh, add another nurse, that Li Miaomiao. Yes, I just want to soak her for personal gain. Don't you bite me! If you don't want to do it, don't do it!"

Director Huang of the hospital is a doctor of medicine from a famous foreign school specially hired by song Zijian's father at a high salary. He has very rich on-the-spot experience, technical skills, and elegant appearance. He is very popular with female doctors and nurses.

Since the arrival of director Huang, song Zijian's market in the hospital has plummeted. If not for the title of president, he has added two points of charm to him. I'm afraid that he has long been despised by female doctors and nurses who like the new and hate the old and become yesterday's yellow flower.

What's more, Li Miaomiao frowned at him, but smiled at director Huang. How the hell can he bear it?

Song Zijian tried his best to carry Shen Zichuan out of the office while sneering, "I can't bear it, can't bear a fart!"

Today, he took advantage of the opportunity to operate on Zichuan to pull Li Miaomiao up, and then find an opportunity to let Li Miaomiao thoroughly see director Huang's romantic scum nature, and nip the ambiguous little seedlings just produced by the two people in the bud.

Director Huang rushed out of the elevator, took the unconscious Shen Zichuan steadily from Song Zijian's hand, and roared at Li Miaomiao behind him, "come on, go to the operating room, disinfect all the instruments first, and prepare for the operation immediately."

Song Zijian looked on coldly and silently.

Although the medical student's personality is not good, and the relationship between men and women is chaotic in his private life, I have to say that his professional quality and ethics are still strong.

There are other ways to pry open the man's well-dressed skin.

"OK."

Over there, before Li Miaomiao ran to him, he heard director Huang's calm roar and immediately turned around and rushed into the elevator.

Seeing this, song Zijian was so angry that he almost smoked on his head.

Even her shadow didn't see clearly. She disappeared into the elevator. It's really sad for his sister.

……

At about 3:30 p.m., Ji muyuan hurried to the municipal hospital.

Song Zijian also lingered in the corridor outside the emergency room, frowning and smoking cigarettes, one by one, to relieve the boredom of the thicker and thicker in the bottom of his heart.

Seeing Ji muyuan's instant, song Zijian was stunned and asked, "it's time for the ball! Xiao Jizi, what are you going to do here, little sister-in-law? Isn't she still on the operating table?"