Almighty Little Secretary, She is Flirtatious and Arrogant

The people's pranks made Jiang Mingyu's originally calm mood become tangled and tense.

She didn't understand who could make these people so worried about her condition.

Even Chen Ke's father, thinking about it, shouldn't let these people react like this.

It wasn't until she finally met that person that she realized that these people's so-called worries were not groundless.

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First aid in the emergency room is ongoing.

But it's not that the first aid work is not over, it's that the person's first aid has no way to stop and can only continue.

Because once suspended, the person will die immediately.

After a short period of time, after simple disinfection work, Jiang Mingyu entered the innermost room accompanied by Tang Jinchuan and Qiu Xiao.

This was the first time she had been in the emergency room while awake.

Everywhere you look, there is pure white everywhere, and there is a clear smell of disinfectant coming from all directions.

What filled my ears was the ticking sound of various machines, quiet and slow.

Also, that tiny, intermittent breath.

It seems like it will stop at any time.

Accompanied by these cold and heartless machines, there is a temporary continuation.

There is no emotion involved, it is just passive, stretching the lifeline that has been broken.

"How could this happen?"

However, Jiang Mingyu, who had been mentally prepared, was still shocked and took several steps back the moment he saw this person.

It wasn't until he fell into Tang Jinchuan's arms and held his arm tightly that he steadied his steps and barely held up his body.

"Ming Yu,"

"sister,"

The two men whispered in unison.

Looking at Jiang Mingyu's pale face, she unconsciously worried about whether the blood clot in her brain had been affected.

This action was really a bit forced for Jiang Mingyu.

But the matter was so important that Qiu Xiao actually had no choice.

The middle-aged man lying on the bed, skinny as a stick, stripped of his appearance for a long time, with needle holes all over his hands and feet, and even his throat was not spared, looked like a breathing mummy.

Dehydrated, exhausted, and so terrifying that it was completely impossible to look straight at.

At this moment, Jiang Mingyu tried her best to steady her breathing. After closing her eyes and calming down for a long time, she finally mustered up the courage to let go of Tang Jinchuan's hand and slowly walked over.

At the same time, as if he had feelings, the man who had been unresponsive on the hospital bed for a long time suddenly turned his eyes and looked at the young woman who was slowly approaching him.

There was a long-lost light in the withered eyes. Even though it was very dim, it was still in sharp contrast to the lifelessness just now.

Jiang Mingyu still remembers that this light also appeared when she first rescued his daughter Chen Ke.

Only this time, for what reason.

"Mr. Chen, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Mingyu stood by the bed, holding back the sourness in his eyes, trying his best to smile, and looked at the middle-aged man on the hospital bed whose vitality had obviously collapsed.

But after seeing the other party pondering for a long time, he shook his head laboriously.

But she could tell that it wasn't that he didn't want to say it, he just gave up and gave up the useless struggle.

He focused all his remaining energy on more important things.

And Jiang Mingyu saw a trace of scarred hatred in his eyes.

In an instant, my heart was filled with happiness, and I immediately opened my mouth to test,

"Did Chen Ke do it?"

".yes."

The damaged vocal cords made a distorted sound.

But even so, he still didn't hesitate to tear at the wound and gave a positive answer.

Jiang Mingyu felt goosebumps crawling all over her body in an instant.

However, the next second, Chen Zhaode actually said another thing that no one could believe.

He said,

"The devil will kill my wife."

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