Mr.Li's good wife delivered the door

Qiao Siyu didn't know why. She obviously wanted Li mochuan to die, but when she saw him spit blood, she was suddenly afraid that he would die like this. Yes, who would she seek revenge for his death? He can't die!

"Wife, don't you love me anymore?"

Qiao Siyu was stiff and didn't know how to answer Li mochuan's question

At this time, the king rushed in in panic. He didn't see Li mochuan spit blood, but when he saw Li mochuan's face, he knew that the matter was very serious. "President Li, the car is ready. We'll go to the hospital now..."

When the atmosphere was interrupted, Li mochuan frowned and said coldly, "go out!"

"President Li..." Wang Guojun shouted with concern, and then focused on Qiao Siyu, "Madam..."

"Silently, you just vomited so much blood. You must go to the hospital for examination. You vomited blood soon after you left the hospital. I'm afraid..."

Before he finished, Li mochuan interrupted, "are you distressing me?"

Looking at his deep eyes, Josie couldn't help nodding, "well, it hurts!"

"OK... I'll go to the hospital because when you love me, I'll love you more because of your love..."

He didn't sleep all night and was very weak. Both Qiao Siyu and Wang Guo sent Li mochuan to the hospital. Li mochuan fell asleep on Qiao Siyu's shoulder, but his hand held Qiao Siyu's hand tightly and didn't loosen at all.

If he didn't feel his breath, Josie really thought he was dead.

His mind was full of pictures that he had just vomited blood. Josie bit his lip and found that his chest hurt badly. Why did she feel this? Is it guilt? After all, the reason why Li mochuan vomited blood was related to the kick she kicked.

But why should she feel guilty? Shouldn't she be happy that he's so miserable? When he bullied her, it was worse than this. If she hadn't been lucky, she and sweety might have died long ago.

Turned his head and looked at him faintly. His face was still very pale. I didn't know whether it was stomachache or discomfort. His good-looking eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and his thin lips were also very tight.

Heart, more and more chaotic.

When he arrived at the hospital, after a series of examinations, the situation was a little serious. The king went through hospitalization procedures for Li mochuan.

After the doctor hung the bottle for Li mochuan, he couldn't help blaming him: "he drank and was injured not long after he was discharged from the hospital with a perforated stomach. Don't you really want this life? Young people now know how to toss around..."

The doctor who treated Li mochuan was an old doctor over half a hundred years old. His medical skills were superb and he scolded people very badly. Qiao Siyu was a little guilty and didn't dare to see the doctor when he looked down. Instead, Li mochuan woke up as soon as he arrived at the hospital. Seeing the small appearance of Qiao Siyu biting his lips, he frowned and faintly interrupted the doctor's words, "I'll pay attention in the future!"

The doctor's words were suddenly interrupted. He finally stopped blaming. His single voice was still not very good. "How many times did you spit blood in this situation?"

Li mochuan glanced at Qiao Siyu. She must have told the doctor that he vomited blood, "the first time!"

"It's the first and last time. Pay more attention to rest in the future. Don't work too hard. Don't eat regularly. Don't drink, smoke, eat spicy food. Don't let me see you from now on!"

The doctor scolded and left. Seeing that Qiao Siyu was far away from him, Li mochuan frowned and stretched out his hand to her, "wife, come here..."