After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy-Chapter 833: I’ll be right there
In fact, Murong Zheng had a heart a long time ago, and asked the person at the front desk to help him pay attention to his sister's name.
He has always been popular in the courtyard, not to mention his good looks and ascetic and indifferent style, which made the female nurses at the front desk secretly agree with him, so the other party naturally took what Murong Zheng said to heart.
It's just that no one thought it would be useful one day.
On the day Murong Qiao was sent here with an arm injury, when registering Murong Qiao's name, this very sensitive surname immediately attracted attention, and then the female nurse at the front desk took the initiative to inform Murong Zheng, who was still doing experiments.
As soon as he heard that his sister was injured, Murong Zheng also ignored the experiment at hand, immediately stopped and put it aside, and then ran to the sister's side non-stop, and came with relevant information about the injury.
Fortunately, the matter was not as serious as expected. Although the wound was a little deeper, as long as it was properly raised for a period of time, there would be no problems.
What Murong Zheng really remembered was the injury of his younger sister. He remembered that he went to the hospital with his younger sister. There was also a star artist here. After he understood the situation with the other party as a doctor, Murong Zheng felt that his sister was injured. There are numbers.
He returned to his office, took out the mobile phone in the pocket of his white coat, and directly dialed the number with the most calls.
"Why did you suddenly think of calling me? Are you not obsessed with doing experiments?"
The moment it was connected, Murong Chuan's voice came from the phone.
Murong Zheng has always been extremely efficient and went straight to the point. "Jojo was injured and hospitalized."
There was a moment of silence. "Who did it?"
"She said it was an accident." Murong Zheng turned the pen at his fingertips, and then his eyes slowly fell on the paper.
That is a name I just got from Chi Hanjing
"When she was injured, Qiao Qiao and Jiang Weiyang stayed together."
He didn't say anything superfluous, but as a brother, Murong Chuan naturally knew what Murong Zheng meant, so he answered and hung up the phone with a frown.
Jiang Weiyang, the Jiang family...Jiang Wenxu.
The brain with excellent memory quickly allowed Murong Chuan to find the corresponding link from the database he stored.
Although the members of the Murong family usually do their own thing, they can all come in handy at critical times.
Although Murong Hengchan is usually a professor who teaches writing and research, compared to Murong Chen who manages the company, his ability is not the slightest deviation.
It would be better to say that among the few brothers who are devoted to medical research and immersed in their own careers, Murong Chuan is somewhat similar to Murong Chen.
Having an idea, Murong Chuan soon got a series of materials.
Murong Qiao didn't know that the second brother promised himself not to tell others, but turned around and told the third brother Murong Chuan about it. 𝐟𝓇𝒆𝐞w𝐞𝙗𝓷o𝘷𝐞𝒍. c𝐨𝒎
Usually, she is always good at documents, but now she is practicing very hard, how to use the left hand to type and chat with one hand.
The dominant hand was scratched, which was really hard for her, so that the efficiency of the input method that she was accustomed to in the past was more than twice as slow as before.
【Achen, I won't be going home today. 】
The first person Murong Qiao thought of sending a message was naturally Huo Yichen.
It's just this time...
Taking a look outside where it was still sunny in the afternoon, Murong Qiao reckoned that the other party should be dealing with affairs at or there.
It didn't take long for the message to be sent back by the other party.
【What's wrong? Do you need me to pick you up? 】
Seeing the message sent by the other party immediately, Murong Qiao was tired of typing, so he simply took a photo of his arm and sent it over.
Fortunately, the doctor's dressing technique was not bad, so that there was no blood oozing from the bandage, but it looked a bit thick, like a mummy.
【Where? I am coming over now. 】
Immediately afterwards, when Murong Qiao was about to say that she might be staying in the hospital tonight, before he could type a few words, the message was sent directly from the other side.
At this moment, Murong Qiao didn't need to think too much, he knew that Huo Yichen must be driving right now, and was going to find him.
Thinking that he would definitely not be able to persuade the other party, Murong Qiao simply broke the jar, clicked directly, and opened a location to share the past with the other party.
Fortunately, Huo Yichen had been to the Central Hospital several times before, so he was familiar with the way.
"...President?"
Ye Zhen, who was standing next to the desk to report, keenly noticed that Huo Yichen's expression suddenly changed, he closed his mouth in loss, and asked tentatively.
Huo Yichen picked up the coat at hand, got up and walked towards the door. "The afternoon schedule is postponed."
When he saw the photo Murong Qiao sent him, his face was tense and cold. When he came out of the office, the aura passed by the secretary area, and no one dared to speak out.
Everyone watched the president turn aggressive and hurried away in the elevator, and even after the elevator went down several floors, everyone seemed to be slowly recovering, looked at each other in surprise, and guessed in their hearts that this happened What's up.
Ye Zhen was also a little dazed at first, but when he thought of the only person who could make the CEO respond in this way, a vague answer appeared in his heart.
Within 20 minutes after Murong Qiao sent Huo Yichen the location, the other party arrived at the door of the ward.
"A Chen!" When Murong Qiao saw the other party appearing at the door, Murong Qiao wanted to wave his hand, but then remembered the cold face of the second brother just now, so he calmed down again.
In front of Murong Qiao, Huo Yichen would never keep a cold face no matter what.
He carried the food he had just bought outside, and put it on the bedside table first, then looked around Murong Qiao, and finally landed on her injured arm.
"Don't worry, it's not a serious injury." Murong Qiao gently poked Huo Yichen with the tip of his left finger.
She knew that the other party was nervous about herself, so she took the initiative to break the silent atmosphere in disguise.
Fortunately, Huo Yichen didn't say much, just looked at it for a while, and then stretched out his hand to take apart the food he just brought.
Murong Qiao originally wanted to reach out to grab it by himself, but Huo Yichen slapped it away with neither light nor heavy force before his hand reached the edge of the box.
"I'm all hurt, so be honest."
The cold tone made Murong Qiao think that he was angry for a moment, but his eyes cautiously stayed on the other person's face, and he was a little undecided when he sized him up.
Until Huo Yichen opened the food box, then took out a bowl of porridge, scooped it up with a spoon, and brought it to his mouth with a breath, Murong Qiao backed away a little embarrassed.
"Actually, I can-"
She just wanted to struggle, after all, the appearance of being fed was a bit like a child.
But Huo Yichen didn't give Murong Qiao a chance to speak, and the spoon directly slammed into Murong Qiao when the other opened his mouth.
The warm and fragrant porridge containing glutinous rice grains permeated the whole mouth at once, which relieved Murong Qiao's stomach who hadn't eaten anything except breakfast all day.
When you come to clothes, you stretch out your hands, and when you come to eat, you open your mouth.
Although the usage was inappropriate, Murong Qiao actually felt a little flattered when he saw the rice handed to his mouth.
"You don't ask how I got hurt?"
After taking two mouthfuls, Murong Qiao suddenly spoke up, provoking this topic to break the dull atmosphere.
