At the end of the corridor, the police officer looked grim and parsed: your girlfriend got into an argument with someone at the bar and the other person was pushed to the ground. The injured man had shards of glass inserted into the back of his head and is now in surgery, his condition is not optimistic.
Outside the window there was a breeze that swept by, cold to the bone. Cheng Zihao's straight figure stood by the window sill, his eyes slightly converged, and he said in a strict voice: I will arrange for the best brain doctor in Hai City to come over for a consultation, and from now on, if you have any questions, please communicate with my lawyer, who is on his way to the hospital.
But Ms. Gu, she... The police officer was intimidated by Cheng Zihao's stern aura, and wanted to say something: according to the regulations, he has to go back to the police station to be detained.
Hold on, I'll make a call first.
Cheng Zihao walked to the corner and closed his eyes in contemplation for a moment before pulling out his cell phone and pressing a familiar string of numbers. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, he chatted with the person on the other end of the phone for a while before returning to the windowsill.
Without waiting for the middle-aged policeman to speak, the phone in his pocket rang sharply. He pressed the call button, and a serious male voice came from the other end of the line. After hanging up the line half a minute later, his face eased quite a bit: Ms. Gu can go home temporarily, but she should come to the police station at any time during this period of time to assist in the investigation, so please don't leave Hai City.
Okay.
Back outside the emergency room door again, Gu Xijun's face had regained a hint of redness. She held the hot milk tea and took a sip every now and then, but her gaze fell to the floor with a dull expression.
Come on, let's go home. Cheng Zihao's footsteps stopped in front of the woman, bending down and putting his hand on her shoulder, gently caressing it as a sign of comfort.
But Gu Xijun shook her head and refused, saying, But that person is still in surgery, I...
I have arranged for the best brain professor from Jiang Li Hospital to come for a consultation, the surgery will be successful, don't worry. Cheng Zihao's tone was flat but gentle, causing Gu Xijun's taut heart to be affected and stop jumping around in a jumble. If the patient wakes up, the hospital will call me at any time, don't worry.
Even Zhao Dongcheng, who was sitting on the sidelines, also chimed in and said, I will just stand guard here, and will notify you first if anything happens. Your face doesn't look too good, hurry back and rest.
Insisting to no avail,Gu Xijun eventually left the hospital with trepidation, accompanied by Cheng Zihao.
Too many accidents had happened that day, adding toGu Xijun's original despair. It was as if she was caught in a kind of deadly cycle, unable to pull herself out no matter how hard she tried. It wasn't until the car pulled into the underground garage that she came back to her senses, and subconsciously went to reach for the keys to her handbag, but she flopped helplessly.
My handbag is missing, probably left behind in that coffee shop. Gu Xijun looked at Cheng Zihao with a face of frustration, her heart feeling like it was blocked by something unable to speak.
This is the underground garage of my house, handbag I will ask Zhao Dongcheng to help you find it back. Concerned eyes and a gentle male voice brought Gu Xijun back to her senses from the dizziness of the whole night. Cheng Zihao carefully helped her loosen her seatbelt and softly instructed: Do you need me to carry you up?
The white clear face was suddenly red and white, Gu Xijun's brain was blank at the moment. I'll just walk by myself.
Stepping out of the bathroom, the refreshing scent of shower gel lingered on the tip of her nose. Gu Xijun washed away the fatigue of the whole day and walked to Cheng Zihao's bedroom door in a trance, knocking on the door.
Where will I sleep tonight?