Open hours

Chapter 70

Along the way, Ning Jue accelerated and overtook other cars skillfully, driving fast and steadily.He completed the original 10-minute drive within 10 minutes.

On the way here, Ning Jue called the hospital in advance.As soon as he stopped the car outside the emergency room, the medical staff surrounded him and pushed He Dingxi into the emergency room.Ning Jue didn't follow, he just stood by the car, watching He Dingxi go through one door after another, and finally disappeared into the light at the end of the corridor.

At this time, a doctor came to Ning Jue and said to him, "You come in with me to deal with it."

Ning Jue was taken aback, and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

The doctor said helplessly, "Your hand."

Ning Jue looked down, and then noticed that his arm was pulled apart.The wound was not deep, but it looked very scary.

Except for the wound on his hand, Ning Jue is fine.It's just that before his wound was treated, the media flocked to hear the news, messing up the order of the hospital.

The kind doctor gave Ning Jue his office to rest, which prevented him from being exposed to the media.

Yang Mei and Li Anqi also rushed over quickly. As soon as Yang Mei entered the door and saw the drip hanging in Ning Jue's hand, she shed tears of distress, turned her head and scolded Li Anqi sternly.

Yang Mei's old and new grudges were counted together, and the more she scolded, the more angry she became, and she was about to start fighting.

Li Anqi has never been soft when it comes to quarreling with others, but this time it is rare for him not to fight back.After Yang Mei finally vented her joy, he came to Ning Jue and said, "Ning Jue, I really want to thank you this time."

He Dingxi injured an artery, if Ning Jue hadn't been sent to the doctor in time, the ambulance might not be able to reach the scene.

Maybe it was because of the strong mood swings just now, but Ning Jue was abnormally calm at the moment. He raised his eyes to Li Anqi, and asked indifferently, "Why are you still here? How is He Dingxi?"

Li Anqi's throat choked up, and her voice quickly became crying: "I lost too much blood and hurt my head, and I'm still in the process of resuscitating, Mr. Xie is staying with me outside."

Ning Jue gave a soft "um" and didn't speak any more.His eyes were unfocused on a ventilator next to the wall, and he kept repeating the moment of the car accident just now in his mind.

When the car crashed into the guardrail just now, it was obvious that He Dingxi's side was the point of impact, but he suddenly flew forward and firmly protected himself in his arms, while his own head was directly hit by it without any protection. hit.

After the car accident, Ning Jue was only thinking about sending He Dingxi to the hospital as quickly as possible, and didn't have the time to think about what would happen if He Dingxi suffered an accident.

Now that his mind is free, the question is lingering in his mind, and every "possibility" is tormenting him over and over again.

The results of the Flying Eagle Awards have not yet been announced.Ning Jue wanted to think about it endlessly, he still has a movie to film.Things at home are still waiting for him to go back to deal with.

By the way, he hasn't heard himself say the word "like".

The cause of the car accident was quickly investigated, and the main reason was that the steering wheel of He Dingxi's car was malfunctioning.

The traffic speed in the city is relatively slow, and this steering wheel failure could not have caused such serious consequences.However, this time the car was followed by a group of notorious paparazzi, who had concocted many vicious incidents.This time, in order to capture more material, they deliberately provoked He Dingxi's car to double-team, causing their car to suddenly fail to turn after several sharp turns.

After the steering failed, the car at high speed was completely out of control.The car hit the fence while accelerating.Ning Jue and Qingqing were only slightly injured under the protection of seat belts and airbags, but He Dingxi was not so lucky, the side where he was was the final impact point.

At present, several paparazzi who caused the accident have been controlled by the police, and the cause of the steering wheel failure is still under investigation.

He Dingxi suffered a severe blow to the head. Three days later, he was still unconscious.

He Dingxi was in a coma for three days, and his name was also listed on the hot searches on various platforms for three days.There are rumors that he died a long time ago, but there is something tricky in it, and the company suppresses the news and refuses to release it.

Li Anqi did not allow anyone to visit, and the relevant people refused to disclose details. Various news spread in the hospital every day, and no one could tell whether it was true or false.

He Anbei drove his broken pickup with air leaks all around, and smashed open the door of Han Qi's house.

Han Qi was in the kennel toying with his precious dogs, when he saw He Anbei rushing in aggressively, he said displeasedly, "What's the matter?"

"I'm asking you." Up until now, He Anbei didn't make any fuss with Han Qi, and said straight to the point: "Did you intentionally let someone tamper with He Dingxi's car while I was going to install the GPS?" ?”

Han Qi didn't expect that He Anbei came here because of He Dingxi, he rolled his eyes, too lazy to talk nonsense with him, he turned around and continued playing with his pet dog.

He Anbei stepped forward and grabbed Han Qi's shoulder, and raised his voice: "What should I ask you?"

"What evidence do you have?" Han Qi finally condescended to give He Anbei a look: "Did I take someone to install the GPS? Did I notify the paparazzi who followed him? Everything is from you." Hand, if there is any conspiracy in this, you are the most suspected one."

"Why did you do this?" He Anbei was furious when he heard Han Qi's words, knowing that he had been swayed by Han Qi: "You want to use my hand to get rid of He Dingxi?"

"It's you who want to get rid of He Dingxi, and it has nothing to do with me." Han Qi wiped himself clean with one sentence.With peace of mind, he attributed all the responsibilities to He Anbei.

The steering wheel is indeed his hand and foot, and when there is no problem with the brakes and brakes, this small fault will only create news for He Dingxi to cause accidents while driving in the downtown area.If He Anbei hadn't informed the paparazzi to chase and intercept the car, this fault would not have caused such a big car accident.

The person involved in the incident, Han Qi, had already completed the arrangements, and the unfavorable evidence had also been destroyed. No matter how much the police investigate, this matter will never have anything to do with him.

So he glanced at He Anbei contemptuously: "What kind of brotherhood scene are you playing with me here now? He Dingxi is lying in the hospital, isn't it just as you wished?"

"Bastard!" Han Qi's words completely angered He Anbei, he rushed forward and punched Han Qi regardless.

When the dogs in the room saw their master being beaten, they immediately went berserk and barked at He Anbei with their teeth bared.

Han Qi didn't expect He Anbei to fight him, and was caught off guard.He stood up clutching his stomach, and asked in disbelief: "He Anbei! I think you've lost your mind and gone crazy! You actually fought me for He Dingxi?"

He Anbei kicked at Han Qi, sneered, and said: "If He Dingxi has something good or bad, I will never end with you!"

He Anbei was beaten out by the security guards of Han Qi's family, and his car was thrown half dead by the flower bed.Judging by the serious damage, it is likely to be directly dragged to be scrapped.

He Anbei struggled to stand up, raised his hand to wipe the wound on his face, and spat a mouthful of blood on the gate of Han Qi's house viciously.Then he stopped caring about the unlucky car and walked forward.

But before he took two steps, the phone in his trouser pocket rang.He Anbei glanced at the name on the screen, thinking that Zhao Rongrong probably wanted him to go back again.

Zhao Rongrong is always like this, a little headache and brain fever will cause trouble for the whole family.He Anbei never paid attention to Zhao Rongrong's little trick, anyway, He Dingxi would handle it properly in the end.

Thinking of this, He Anbei answered the phone cursingly, before he could swear, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

After a while, he numbly put down his phone and continued to walk forward.He stood there and looked around blankly, not knowing where to go for a moment.

The call just now was made by He Jun, and his father told him that Zhao Rongrong had passed away.