Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

After get off work in the evening, Song Zhian parked his car on the side of the road outside the bar street.

There was vehicle control inside the bar street and he couldn't enter. After telling Xing Chen the location, he sat in the car and waited.

After Xingchen came out, he turned around and looked for a car.

Song Zhian honked the horn and saw Xing Chen looking over here. He got out of the car, leaned against the front of the car and waved at him from a distance.

Xing Chen saw him quicken his pace and run towards him.

"It's so early, I thought you normally have to work overtime."

"It's okay at other times, but not today." Song Zhian leaned over and approached Xing Chen, "I'm afraid someone will wait too long and I won't be able to urge them. What if they get hungry?"

His tone was inexplicably doting and his expression was very gentle.

Xing Chen moved back a little bit without making a sound, grinning at him.

Baby, I am your aunt, please don’t have any other ideas.

Otherwise your uncle will teach you how to be a nephew.

After Song Zhian finished speaking, he wanted to get up to help Xing Chen open the car door, but when he stood up, his body suddenly shook.

He frowned and touched his head.

"What's wrong?" Xing Chen asked gently.

"I feel a little dizzy," Song Zhian shook his head, trying to sober himself up, "It's okay, let's go and eat first."

Xingchen sighed inwardly.

Nephew, you'd better not eat this meal. Just take some glucose tonight.

Let my uncle make it up to you later.

As soon as Song Zhian finished speaking, before he could even take a step forward, his body went limp and he lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

"Officer Song!"

Xing Chen screamed and rushed over to catch the person.

Song Zhian was not only taller than Xia Xingchen, but also much stronger than him. After Xingchen caught the person, he pretended to lose his balance and fell to the ground together with Song Zhian.

He twisted his body hard in mid-air and cushioned his body underneath.

After falling down, Xing Chen let out a loud groan very lifelike, then shook Song Zhian in panic.

"Officer Song!"

"Officer Song, what's wrong with you?"

"Wake up, Song Zhian, wake up, don't scare me!"

While shouting sincerely, he struggled to get out from under Song Zhian.

"What should I do?" Xing Chen stamped his feet anxiously, his head seemed to be a mess. "We need to go to the hospital. Yes, we need to go to the hospital. We need to go to the hospital now!"

"Officer Xiao Song, it's okay. Just hold on. I'll take you to the hospital now!"

Xing Chen struggled to lift up Song Zhian's upper body, and with great effort dragged him onto the passenger seat. After fastening Song Zhian's seat belt, he drove towards the hospital.

There are two hospitals close to Bar Street, and the distance between the two hospitals is not far. The one that is slightly farther away is a military hospital.

During the evening rush hour, Xing Chen ran red lights and cut in, all the while trying to wake up Song Zhian.

Try to behave as a normal person would in this situation.

When he was about to reach the turning of the first hospital, he glanced at the dashcam above his head, and regardless of the yellow light ahead that was about to change color, he stepped on the accelerator.

The car rushed past, and he slapped the steering wheel hard in sudden realization.

"Oh no, I forgot to turn." His anxious voice was filled with tears.

Soon, he seemed to calm down again and began to mutter to himself, as if he was comforting Song Zhian, or as if he was comforting himself.

"It's okay, Officer Song. There's a hospital at the intersection ahead. Just hold on a little longer and we'll be there soon. It's okay. You'll be fine."

The car drove to the hospital entrance, and Xing Chen rushed down before it stopped.

"Doctor, doctor, my friend has fainted, doctor, doctor!"

Then the doctor and nurse ran out after him, and a stretcher was pushed over.

Since the patient was already in a coma, the doctor could not see any lesions on the surface. Song Zhian was quickly cut in line and sent to various examination rooms. Xing Chen followed behind him, running up and down anxiously.

The test results came out one after another. All the indicators were normal, but the person was in a coma.

The situation was so special that the doctor directly admitted the patient to the hospital and then reported it to the higher authorities.

A group of doctors soon gathered in front of Song Zhian's bed and passed his examination reports to each other.

Xing Chen looked at the time and felt that it was about time.

Soon, another group of people walked into the ward. The doctors who were reading the report looked up and saw the newcomers. They stood aside and shouted respectfully, "Director."

The dean waved his hand to the doctors and then said, "Change the ward immediately."

An invisible smile appeared on Xing Chen's lips.

He guessed correctly.

When they arrived at the military hospital, Song Zhian's condition was reported to higher-ups. As long as Song Zhian did not use a fake name, someone sharp-eyed enough would quickly verify it with the Song family.

As long as they verify Song Zhian's identity, the hospital will immediately transfer Song Zhian to the top ward, and the Song family's people should arrive soon.

As for why he chose this hospital, Xing Chen felt that the military hospital might have closer ties with the Song family.

If it is convenient for the Song family to mobilize resources here, then there is a high probability that Song Zhian will not be transferred to another hospital.

Otherwise, after Song Zhian was transferred to another hospital, the Song family might not tell him where Song Zhian was.

Xing Chen pretended to be panicked and rushed towards the dean, asking several questions in one breath.

"Why do we need to change the ward? What happened to him? Is his illness serious? Is his life in danger?"

The dean looked at him and asked, "Are you the one who sent Mr. Song to the hospital?"

"Yes, I'm his friend. What happened to him?"

"Don't worry, we are just giving him a better ward to facilitate his follow-up treatment. As for what exactly is wrong with Mr. Song, there is no conclusion yet, and we still need to continue the diagnosis."

"Is he going to be okay?"

"You have to trust us."

Afterwards, Song Zhian was quickly moved to another building.

The building where the new ward is located is particularly quiet. All the rooms in a row face the sun. The corridor is very bright and has large green plants.

The ward is very large and has a suite inside. The room for one person is twice as big as the previous triple room.

After the dean arrived at the new ward, he told Xing Chen, "Don't leave. Mr. Song's family will be here soon. They should have something to ask you."

Xing Chen nodded blankly, looking at Song Zhian who was lying unconscious on the bed.

"Is he really okay?"

"At the moment, there doesn't seem to be any major problem, but the exact cause of the continued coma remains to be determined."

"Dean, please, you must save him."

"We will try our best."

In order not to get in the way, Xing Chen stood in the corner, wringing his hands, watching the doctors busying themselves.

Not long after, hurried and messy footsteps were heard in the corridor outside the ward.

"Zhi'an, where is Zhi'an?" A female voice sounded in the corridor outside the door before she even entered.

The door of the ward was pushed open.