Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 1110 Fireman vs Cartoonist 53
When Li Fangxiang saw her son coming, she seemed to have found a backbone. She sat on the ground and started crying, and stopped making a fuss.

At this moment, the tightly closed door of the emergency room was pushed open from the inside.

Two nurses came out pushing a stretcher with Gu Ningde lying on it.

"Old Gu! Old Gu, how are you?" Li Fangxiang suddenly fell in front of the stretcher, staggering.

The nurse stretched out her hand to block it. "Don't press on the patient. The patient is fine. The wounds on his waist and abdomen have been sutured. He will wake up soon."

Li Fangxiang was in a panic and quickly got up, still looking at Gu Ningde eagerly.

It is not difficult to see such a person.

He regards the entire family as his backbone, and is so weak and tough that it's hateful.

The atmosphere has become cold by now.

Li Fangxiang was also tired. She just hoped that Gu Ningde would wake up and stayed in the ward silently.

Gu Zihang stayed in the ward for a while, staring at his parents' faces in a trance. Then he turned his head to look outside and happened to see Lin Zhian outside the window.

She stood there, half of her profile was soft and pretty, her figure was slightly thin, and she was talking to the two men in front of her.

The two men were completely different in both appearance and temperament. One was cold and calm, as if he exuded an aura that kept people away from him, while the other was unruly and flamboyant, but his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to the former.

Gu Zihang remembered the younger boy, who seemed to have platinum-blond hair, and was once Lin Zhian’s boyfriend.

When Lin Zhian came to see Gu Qingqing before, he saw the screen saver on her phone, which was a photo of Wei Chengze. But now it seems that they have broken up?
"Is anyone bleeding?" Outside, Lin Zhian couldn't see the situation in the infirmary, nor did she know that Gu Zihang was looking at her. She moved her nose and smelled a rusty smell, and her eyes involuntarily looked at Zhou Shu carefully.

"Stupid?" Zhou Shu turned his head and glanced at her coldly. The eyes hidden under the black hair were deep and dark, revealing a sharpness that made people dare not look directly at them. His cold facial features were also full of the coldness of years of illness. His voice was hoarse: "Do you think your face is a doll?"

He said, "Go find a doctor." Without waiting for Lin Zhian to say anything, he waved for a doctor to come over and said politely, "Excuse me, her face was just scratched. She's a girl. Please take a closer look at her."

The doctor looked at Lin Zhian, his eyes fell on the bloody wound on her face, and nodded: "Follow me."

“I…” Lin Zhian quickly waved at the doctor and said with a stutter, “I’m fine. I don’t feel anything. No need.”

"I'll go with you." Wei Chengze took a step forward and reached out to pull Lin Zhian, "Your face is important, this is not a trivial matter."

Lin Zhian subconsciously dodged his hand and waved her hand again: "Really, no need." However, Wei Chengze ignored her refusal and forced her to move forward.

Lin Zhian turned around and looked at Zhou Shu, his eyes wide open, his brown eyes full of worry, and he repeatedly confirmed: "I really smell blood, are you not injured?"

Zhou Shu held a metal lighter in his hand, his black jacket supporting his straight shoulders. He had no expression on his face, and his eyelashes didn't even move: "No."

"Okay, why do you keep asking this? You're not familiar with my uncle." Wei Chengze was already impatient and twisted Lin Zhian's shoulders. "My uncle is such a grown-up, but he doesn't know whether he is injured or not? He has a bad temper. He will be annoyed if you ask him this."

Lin Zhian opened her mouth and wanted to refute, but felt that it was pointless to say more at this moment, so she could only be pushed away by Wei Chengze in doubt.

She looked back hurriedly and could only see Zhou Shu's blurry back blocked by the crowd, and a sense of inexplicable loss surged in her heart.