The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

"Now... do you want to get him back?"

"No hurry." Mu Chenbi raised a hand slightly and said, "Start from the nearest."

Fortunately, Dean asked: "You mean...Shen Xinrou?"

"Well, since I am a sister and brother, the blood should be about the same." Mu Chenbi tilted his head and glanced at Dean Xing: "No matter what method you use, first grab that Shen Xinrou. Also, don't tell me about this matter. Your baby doctor Venus mentioned it."

Hearing this, Dean Xing was stunned.

Murderous aura in Mu Chenbi's eyes surged: "She is not worthy of trust."

Dean Fortunately lowered his head: "I understand."

It wasn't until late at night that Shen Zhiyu woke up from his coma. He stared at the ceiling with dizzy pupils. It took a long time to focus a little bit. Just when he wanted to move, there was tearing pain from the wound, and his head seemed to be heavy.

Suddenly, the shoulders were gently pressed, and the voice of a teenager rang in his ears: "Mr. Shen, can't move, are you uncomfortable?"

Shen Zhiyu opened his mouth and made a difficult voice: "Here...Where is it?"

Xia Beiqing leaned over to look at him and replied, "This is the hospital?"

"Doctor...Hospital!" Shen Zhiyu's eyes widened, suddenly panicked, no longer caring about the pain of the wound, so suddenly he sat up from the bed, a burst of dizziness hit him, and he couldn't help falling back again. .

Xia Beiqing waved his long arms and hurriedly supported him: "Mr. Shen, what are you going to do, you will get wounds!"

Shen Zhiyu grabbed Xia Beiqin's collar as if he had grabbed the straw for life-saving, curled up and trembling, begging to Xia Beiqin: "I can't stay in the hospital...take me out of here..."

Xia Beiqing didn't understand what was going on: "Why? Teacher Shen, you are still injured and you must be in the hospital..."

"Take me away! Please..." Shen Zhiyu burst into tears, tears coming out of his eyes, his face was scary white.

Xia Beiqing looked at the person in his arms, his whole body was trembling, his breathing was rapid, and he seemed to be terrified to the extreme, otherwise he wouldn't cry and plead.

"Okay! Don't be afraid or not, I'll take you away right away!" Xia Beiqing softly soothed, wiped away the teardrops from the corner of the man's eyes, then wrapped him in a coat, picked him up, and walked outside the ward.

Just walked to the door and ran into a nurse head-on. The nurse looked at Shen Zhiyu, who was trembling in Xia Beiqing's arms, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing? Where are you taking the patient?"

Xia Beiqing said, "We are leaving the hospital!"

"No!" The nurse grabbed Xia Beiqin's arm: "The patient still has injuries, so you can't leave!"

Without a word, Xia Beiqing slammed the nurse away, hugged Shen Zhiyu in his arms, and ran towards the other side of the corridor.

"Hey! Stop! Don't run!" The nurse hurriedly chased behind.

Holding Shen Zhiyu in his arms, Xia Beiqing ran out of the hospital, hurriedly stopped a taxi, and got him into the car.

In the car, Xia Beiqing gently supported Shen Zhiyu, not daring to use too much force, and asked: "Mr. Shen, are you okay? Does the wound hurt?"

Shen Zhiyu shook his head, already lacking the strength to speak.

Back in the Xiaoyang Mansion, Xia Beiqing put Shen Zhiyu on the bed and tightly grasped one of his hands: "Teacher Shen, this is not the way to go, your injuries must be treated."

Shen Zhiyu was already dizzy and made a faint voice: "Use my mobile phone to call...He Jiayi."