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Chapter 261 She is here too

Qilan looked at the closed door of the operating room, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

Is it because I have a lot of fate with the hospital recently?
Every now and then, I will come here.

Or did everyone have bad luck and were sent to the hospital one after another?
Just as he was thinking wildly, he smelled a smell of food on the tip of his nose.

Then I heard a familiar voice: "There is still food for sale here, let's eat together while it's hot!"

Looking up, Chen Xing was like a duck with big feet, staggering to the front with two bowls of porridge, and several steamed buns stuffed in his trouser pocket.

People are iron rice is steel.

Qilan took the porridge, unceremoniously took out two connected steamed buns from his pocket, and ate them with big mouthfuls.

Chen Xing ate faster than him. After a while, the porridge was bottomed out, and the steamed buns were also gone.

He was chewing steamed buns at a faster speed, not wanting the door of the operating room to open.

"Let's go take a look."

Qilan pulled Chen Xing and ran forward, just as the medical staff who came out carrying the stretcher were also shouting:

"Is the family there?"

"exist!"

"Follow us to the ward!"

They ran to the stretcher and checked it hastily.

Zhu Xingyuan's face was not covered with a white cloth, and the heaving of his chest was more obvious than when he was in the snow.

It's just that he lost too much blood, and his lips and hands exposed outside the hospital gown were as pale as paper.

Qilan breathed a sigh of relief watching him being moved to the hospital bed.

After being unhappy for a few minutes, he and Chen Xing faced a new problem:
Xingyuan was murdered at the police station, and his next target was Zhu Juanjuan.

I have to rush to Zhu's house to find her, without any hesitation!
However, after he left, Chen Xing had to stay and guard Xingyuan who was not yet completely out of danger.

In case of an emergency, Chen Xing can't handle it alone.
Just as Qilan was scratching his head anxiously, a nurse's figure flashed outside the ward.

Carrying a tray of medicine and bandages, she walked straight forward, her figure was somewhat familiar.

Chen Xing recognized her back at a glance, and quietly pulled Qilan's sleeve:
"Look, what a coincidence, isn't it the nurse lady? I just saw it at Mingguang Bridge last night."

Qilan hastily glanced out the window, then shook her head:

"It can't be Miss Xiaomei, the backs of the nurses are all similar."

Chen Xing didn't answer his words, and ran out directly, chasing after the figure who was getting further and further away.

Not long after, he returned to the ward with a mysterious expression on his face:
"Let's make a bet, bet on whether Xiaomei is here, and bet a silver dollar."

Qilan waved his hand: "I'll give you two silver dollars. I've worked hard for you these two days."

Just as he was talking, the door creaked open.

Then it closed firmly again.

A nurse walked quickly to the bed, checked the patient's condition, and immediately took off half of the mask gently.

"You guys are so brave, do you know that people from the police station are here now?"

Qilan was surprised when she heard the voice:

"Miss Xiaomei, why did you come to this hospital?"

She drooped her eyelashes, which were wet, obviously the traces of crying.

"Wenxuan was taken to the hospital by the police two hours ago for emergency treatment."

"I got a message from a friend, and I just arrived not long ago."

Qilan and Chen Xing's hearts immediately hung up.

The police are here!

Just now, the two dared to drink porridge and eat steamed buns in the corridor outside the operating room, how dangerous it was!
Qilan asked softly:

"Is he better now?"

Xiaomei's big tears fell down.

"I don't know very well. He was sent to a separate building with police guard."

After she finished speaking, she took a quick look at the clock on the wall, and quickly put on her mask tightly again.

"Hurry up and leave this place to me."

Qilan nodded, Chen Xing went out with him, and heard Xiaomei again:

"Don't come back here again, wait for me at Mingguang Bridge tomorrow night, old time."

Xiaomei carefully tucked the quilt on Zhu Xingyuan's body again, seeing that his face was hurt, she took some medicine from the tray and applied it lightly.

After finishing all this, she stood up and left the ward, looking no different from other nurses coming and going.

It was only by accident that Xiaomei came to work here at first.

Six months ago, Zhang Wenxuan sold his watch in order to advance the medical expenses of a poor patient.

Xiaomei saw it in her eyes and remembered it in her heart.

She wanted to give him a good watch, so she found a part-time job in this hospital.

Seven days a week, the two sides take turns running, and the salary is naturally more than doing a nursing job alone.

Xiaomei looked at the snow outside the window, and there was only one thought in her mind:
"Wenxuan, you must survive this test."

"I'm right here, waiting for your rescue results to come out"

When leaving the hospital, Qilan remembered Xiaomei's words, and kept his head down along the way, trying to avoid eye contact with strangers.

On the contrary, Chen Xing was much more free. He looked around and played the role of a sentinel.

It was getting brighter.

There are many and mixed people in the hospital, and their dresses are more rustic, so it is easy to get mixed up among them.

They walked forward without looking back, walked a long way, looked around, and made sure no one was staring at them before speaking.

"I'll go find Sister Juanjuan, and I'll leave it to you from Chris."

"Okay!" Chen Xing's eyes suddenly brightened, and his heart started to itch.

Qilan handed him the photo he got from Xingyuan:
"Don't make a mistake, remember her appearance?"

"Don't worry, I can't be wrong, just tell me it's the dance hall."

So Qilan roughly told him the address again.

"It's the one that goes east from the most famous girls' high school in town."

With their own concerns in mind, the two said goodbye at the crossroads and rushed to their destinations.

Qilan ran desperately all the way, he didn't dare to stop, he was afraid that if he took one step at night, he would not be able to save Zhu Juanjuan.

He still had some silver dollars in his trouser pocket, and seeing that he couldn't run anymore, he quickly waved for a carriage.

The coachman was an old craftsman, and after receiving a silver dollar, and seeing the sweat on his face, he guessed that he was in a hurry, so he ran along a path with few people.

The snow has melted a little, and there are puddles on the roadside one after another.The carriage ran with mud and water splashing all the way.

Qilan yawned as he dangled in the car, so he kept tapping his knee with the dagger to remind himself not to fall asleep.

As if it was a dream, the carriage stopped suddenly, only to hear the coachman shout: "Here we are, get off quickly."

Qilan poked his head out of the window and took a closer look, and it turned out that ten meters away was Zhu's familiar house.

However, this time the Zhu family's mansion was extremely lifeless.

The smell of firecrackers and incense during funerals still lingers in the air.

He got out of the car and stood on the side of the empty street, staring at the two brass rings on the door in a daze.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a woman's slipper thrown outside the side door, which looked familiar to him, and hurried to pick it up.

Not far from that slipper, he picked up another one and made a pair.

These shoes are what Zhu Juanjuan often wears at home.

She has only returned to China for less than half a year, and the uppers and soles are still quite new, and the embroidery and small pearls on the satin are also quite complete.

"Sister Juanjuan is not a wasteful person, why do you just throw good slippers outside the door?"

Qilan took the shoes in his hands, and looked carefully at the door of the backyard, and found that there were no signs of damage on the door.

(End of this chapter)