Lost [Transmigration Book]

The ambulance took Zhao Rong to the nearest hospital.

His injuries were all traumatic, the most serious was the stab wound on his abdomen, which looked horrific, but fortunately Zhao Rong stopped him in time and did not hurt his internal organs.

These traumas were nothing compared to the hardships he had suffered in the past, even though the pain was very painful, he never groaned.

When the doctor was cleaning his wound, he saw his pale face, gritted his teeth and said to him, "Does it not hurt?"

Zhao Rong actually smiled, his voice was weak, but his tone was very calm: "It hurts."

After Zhao Rong's wound was treated, two little nurses came out with the equipment, muttering that it was the first time they saw such a traumatized patient who was so peaceful and gentle, as if he was not injured.

The doctor opened a ward for Zhao Rong to rest temporarily.

After using analgesics and such twists and turns, Zhao Rong was very sleepy.

But at the moment, he was alone in the hospital, and he was surrounded by unreliable feelings, fighting against his physical condition, and he couldn't fall asleep even if he wanted to sleep.

He simply cooperated with the police who came to investigate and finished the record.

After the police left, the hospital asked him if he had any relatives who needed to be contacted. He subconsciously wanted to dig out his pocket, but came across the hospital gown he had just put on.

The nurse asked him if he needed to use someone else's mobile phone to log in to his social account and find friends. Zhao Rong turned pale, pondered for a moment, and refused.

In a drowsy state, he reported a phone number that he could subconsciously recite without checking his phone.

After finishing the report, he actually felt relieved, and was overwhelmed by drowsiness in a daze.

It was a very deep sleep.

He didn't even know how long he slept. He thought that when he saw Chen Jingnian today, he must have slept very lightly and thought a lot, but the fact was just the opposite.

When he woke up, he felt that he hadn't dreamed all night.

It seemed to be night.

Before Zhao Rong opened his eyes, he could feel that the surrounding light was very shallow, as if there was only the warm light like a night lamp, which was very weak and not dazzling at all.

The analgesic effect seemed to be over soon, and the long and tearing pain seemed to be slowly rising. He frowned, closed his eyes and woke up from sleepiness for a while, and then slowly opened them.

It was indeed late at night.

There was only a small night light on by the bedside, and it seemed that he had put that night light in the bookstore, and I don't know if it was brought by Liang Youjun.

The ward in front of him was obviously not the same as the one that was temporarily arranged for him in the previous hospital. Even in the dim light, he could feel the familiar layout and structure when he opened his eyes—this was the hospital he took over from Zhou Yueqing.

After he fell asleep, someone helped him back here?

Now that he had appeared in his hospital ward with the night light from the bookstore plugged in beside him, it seemed that someone from the hospital called the phone number he left, and everyone else knew what happened to him.

While thinking, Zhao Rong heard a familiar voice next to his ear in a blink of an eye: "...Are you awake?"

The speaker seemed to have a very dry throat, and he coughed a few times after speaking.

Zhao Rong was taken aback.

The voice was very low, and it was a little gentle. The person who made the sound didn't know if it was intentional, but it made people feel a little weak for a moment.

He turned his eyes, and under the soft night light, he saw Qiao Nanqi sitting beside the hospital bed and looking at him.It was rare for this person to wear a black shirt.

The light was too dim, he couldn't see Qiao Nanqi's expression, he could only vaguely see the silhouette of the man's side face.

There was no one around, the door of the ward was closed tightly, and there were only the two of them inside.

Zhao Rong said, "Why do I—"

He felt the hoarseness of his voice and the dryness of his lips, and he paused.

Qiao Nanqi had already sat forward, picked up a small cup at the side, and took out a brand new and clean cotton swab from the cotton swab bag on the table.

The man bent down, dipped the water in the glass with a cotton swab, and tapped his lips with the cotton swab one after another.

The water was still warm.

The gentle heat gently touched his lips, dispelling the dry feeling.He raised his eyes, and lay there looking at Qiao Nanqi, who was slightly attached to him. He was getting closer, and he finally saw the man's face clearly.

Even if the light is not strong, he can see the haggardness.

For a moment, Zhao Rong felt the pain in the two wounds, but his heart felt itchy.

When he left the phone call, he didn't think too much about it.

It's just that the phone is gone, and other people can't remember, and he... subconsciously thinks that Qiao Nanqi must be trustworthy, so he reported Qiao Nanqi's phone number.

He didn't expect that when he woke up in the middle of the night, the first thing he saw was this person.

In a trance, there was a wonderful sense of fate.

When we first met, he dialed the number in the hospital, and this person came. After all the hardships, he left this person's phone number in the hospital alone. After waking up, he came to a familiar environment, and the first thing he saw was actually Qiao Nanqi.

For a moment, he calmed down and only asked: "What time is it?"

Qiao Nanqi seemed to subconsciously want to raise his hand to look at his watch, but as soon as he lowered his head, he realized that he was not wearing a watch.

He quickly put down his hand and said, "It should be four or five o'clock, it's almost dawn."

this time...

Zhao Rong wanted to say thank you, but before she could say it, she realized that she had said a lot of "thank you" recently.If this kind of talk is too much, there will always be an inexplicable subtlety, so he swallowed it.

"You brought me back?" he said. "Did you not sleep?"

"Yeah." Qiao Nanqi nodded tiredly, "The doctor said you woke up around midnight, so I wanted to wait. How are you feeling now? What's wrong? Do you need to call the doctor? What's the matter?" Will you sleep again?"

He talked too much, and Zhao Rong finally heard that this person's voice was very hoarse, as if every word was a stray string, dragging out a hoarse voice.

The tone is a bit strange.

After finishing speaking, Qiao Nanqi cleared his throat.

He always felt that the atmosphere was not right.

He saw Qiao Nanqi open his mouth several times, but he hesitated to speak.

"I feel fine now. What's wrong?" he asked directly.

Qiao Nanqi glanced at him, then looked away, lowered his head, and said to him in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."

"My grievances with Chen Jingnian," Zhao Rong frowned, "have nothing to do with you."

Qiao Nanqi seemed to blame himself: "I... I let my guard down. I'm sorry, Zhao Rong, I didn't deal with this matter in advance..."

Zhao Rong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she just thought when did this person take all the faults on him?

He was about to refute, but Qiao Nanqi said again: "One more thing, the top floor of the hospital caught fire yesterday."

"Fire?" Zhao Rong was startled, "I remember the top floor is the administration area, why...? What's going on now? Or I'll deal with it first—"

Zhao Rong tried to stand up, but Qiao Nanqi hurried forward to hold him down.

During the movement, the man had already pressed his shoulder, but just after he pressed it, Qiao Nanqi paused and frowned palely.

The next moment, he immediately put away his expression. Unlike the eagerness and quickness of his movements just now, he sat back slowly and with a very low movement range, and whispered to him: "It's okay, it's over. You listen to me first." After finishing speaking, don’t worry, nothing happened. Someone deliberately set fire, first burned the top floor to attract everyone’s attention, and then secretly burned your mother’s ward.”

Even though Qiao Nanqi had just told him not to worry, Zhao Rong subconsciously tensed up when he heard this sentence.

"My mother's ward is on fire!? She wasn't sober yesterday, how is she? I'm—"

"It's okay, Zhao Rong, it's okay, I found out early, I just choked on some cigarettes, nothing happened." Qiao Nanqi obviously spoke repeatedly and emphatically like this, but at this moment, he seemed to want to reassure Zhao Rong, Repeatedly.

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

Subconsciously, he still wanted to get out of bed to see Zhao Ming, but on second thought, Zhao Ming was fine, but he was injured instead, and if he saw Zhao Ming, it would make Zhao Ming worry.

Qiao Nanqi won't lie to him, it's fine anyway.

He breathed a sigh of relief, the momentary tension made his already weak body a little unbearable, he closed his eyes and said, "...Chen Jingnian."

"It was him. The arsonist caught him. He was a desperado hired by Chen Jingnian." Qiao Nanqi told him patiently, "Except for inpatients, the hospital does not accept registered consultations for the time being. How did this person set fire? The police will definitely investigate, and I will investigate. There is security in the hospital. It is unreasonable for people to find out only after the arson is successful in broad daylight. Xiao Wu will also sort out the relevant information for you to see during the day. Go to sleep for a while ?”

Zhao Rong has already closed his eyes.

He is indeed a little weak now, and his energy is exhausted by being startled, and he can't turn his head around at all.

He thought that he was still negligent, that the phrase "no loss" that Chen Jingnian said to him at that time meant that, and that fortunately Zhao Ming was fine...

Not long after, Zhao Rong gradually fell asleep again.

Qiao Nanqi sat aside and looked at Zhao Rong's sleepy eyes for a while, and after confirming that Zhao Rong was really asleep, he slowly got up and walked out of the ward quietly.

Xia Yuantu and Xiao Wu who came to Zhuxi overnight after hearing about the matter were waiting for him outside.

As soon as Qiao Nanqi closed the door of the ward, Xiao Wu whispered to him, "Sir, Mr. Zhao is awake?"

"Woke up and fell asleep again. In a few hours, you can contact Sister Li and ask her if she can come over as soon as possible. I can't cook during this time. Buy a breakfast today and send me a message after buying it , don't knock on the door, in case Zhao Rong doesn't wake up, he will be disturbed."

These words obviously mean that they intend to continue to accompany them inside.

"Sir, let me watch. I can switch shifts with Liang Youjun and watch for a while."

"Yes, old Qiao," Xia Yuantu was more direct than Xiao Wu, "You are also injured, when you went to rescue Zhao Rong's mother, you were hit on the back by equipment, and your hand, didn't the doctor say that a large area was burned? It’s not that we need someone to take care of us, you just have to wait for Zhao Rongxing to talk to him about the arson, and forget about it, now that you’ve seen it, you should also rest.”

Qiao Nanqi just shook his head.

His injuries are not like Zhao Rong's, they are wounds in the flesh, as long as he bears the pain, it's not impossible to move.It's okay to take care of people's slight movements.

He also knew what Xia Yuantu said, but he didn't want to let others do it.

It would make him feel less guilty.

After he came down with Zhao Ming on his back yesterday, he thought he had protected Zhao Ming for Zhao Rong, but he didn't know that something happened to Zhao Rong until another hospital called him.

At that time, he didn't care about the wound at all, he took care of it roughly, and hurried to bring Zhao Rong back.

He was really paralyzed by the comfort these days.

He had sensed a secret spy for a long time, and had dealt with Chen Jingnian's driver long ago, but he didn't notice Chen Jingnian's existence.

If he had been more vigilant, more careful, and more concerned about the surrounding situation, would Zhao Rong not have been injured?

Under his nose, Zhao Rong could be hurt to this extent.

Everyone else is in Zhuxi, so they can let Zhao Rong lie in the ward at this moment.

Qiao Nanqi, you are really useless.

he said to himself.

Xia Yuantu seemed to know that he couldn't be persuaded, and he didn't want to persuade him any more. He just said: "Xingping will come over after finishing his company's affairs. When he sees it, it must be the same as what we said."

"What are you doing so motivating people?"

"For such a big event, only me and Xing Ping are here. That's called keeping a low profile, not mobilizing the crowd."

"..." Qiao Nanqi took a deep breath, suppressed the discomfort in his body, and said, "Then don't let Zhao Rong see it, he will definitely doubt the seriousness of the matter."

Xia Yuantu was startled: "Didn't you tell Zhao Rong that you were also injured?"

"No."

He didn't tell Zhao Rong that he didn't want Zhao Rong to feel that he was trying to repay his kindness, and he didn't want to use these things to confuse Zhao Rong's feelings at this juncture.

Zhao Rong is kind-hearted, knowing this, he only feels burdened.

In his dreams, he hoped that Zhao Rong would be with him again.

But he hoped that Zhao Rong would be happy.

But if it's because of these, he would rather not.

Qiao Nanqijing didn't explain, but just told Xiao Wu and Xia Yuantu not to leak anything, and asked Xiao Wu to show him what breakfast can be bought here.

He had prepared Zhao Rong's breakfast for so long, and looking at the menu Xiao Wu showed him now, he was not satisfied with anything.But he obviously can't be brave enough to prepare now, and it's impossible for Sister Li to appear in Zhuxi in the next moment, so he can only reluctantly pick some from it.

When choosing, he checked the ingredients and ingredients of each dish to ensure that it would not affect Zhao Rong's current wound and the stomach problem he had all along.

After picking, he opened the door silently and returned to the ward.

The door of the ward was slowly closed, and Xia Yuantu glanced at the few dishes carefully selected by Mr. Qiao that Xiao Wu wrote down, and shook his head: "I think we are talking about projects, and old Qiao has never been so serious before." .”

At that time, when was it not that Qiao Nanqi was calm when others were facing an enemy?

But it's how Mr. Qiao, who makes others frightened, can actually put his mind to a bunch of menus...

He patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder, and said with emotion in a low voice: "I always thought that Zhao Rong was the easiest person to bully, but Lao Qiao has become more and more impersonal in recent years..."

In the end, the heart of the gentle one hardened, dripping water could pierce even a stone, but the one with a hard-hearted heart took off the armor honed over the years, and the inside was as delicate as when he was a teenager. mild.