"Boss, what should I do?"

The fried chef and waiters gathered here.

Lin Miao urgently called the emergency number to report the address as quickly as possible.

"Lin Miao, help me, help me," Zhou Qingwan's legs were so trembling that she couldn't stand.

She stretched out her hand, as if she wanted Lin Miao to help her.

Lin Miao subconsciously took a half step back, and then he pressed his body against the cold wall before he realized his reaction.

She coughed lightly, and at the same time she grabbed the fried chef and others who were planning to step forward.

"You can wait a while, how long will the ambulance arrive soon?"

Zhou Qingwan's eyes were filled with tears, and she tried to hold the door, trying to stop the wet body.

"Boss," a waiter couldn't help but scream.

"Shut up, there is no place for you to talk here," Lin Miao glanced at him and said coldly.

The waiter had never heard Lin Miao say this before, and he was so scared that he dared not speak up.

"Please help me, please help me," Zhou Qingwan cursed in her heart that it was useless, and she gently stroked her stomach with her hands, which was extremely sad and pitiful.

The waiter couldn't bear it, but he didn't dare to force his boss.

Lin Miao stood two meters away from Zhou Qingwan. It was not until the ambulance arrived that she got a little closer and explained what she saw.

The ambulance staff were well-trained and carried the person into the car. When the door was about to close, someone asked, "Who follows the car?"

Everyone looked at Lin Miao at the same time.

Lin Miao took root at her feet, and she didn't have the meaning of moving at all.

"If there is no one to follow me, I will pay the medical expenses in advance," the ambulance officer said, "Otherwise we won't drive."

"Boss," everyone was calling her.

"I'll go," Lin Miao rolled her eyes, pulled open the curtain hard, and got into the car.

The car pulled the deafening sound and drove onto the main road very quickly.

More than ten minutes later, Lin Miao stood at the door of the emergency room, frowned and stared at the door of the operating room, and refused to let go.

"Lin Miao, I beg you, would you please accompany me in?"

"Don't tell me that you're dying of the needle," Lin Miao said with a slight sneer.

Everyone is studying medicine, let alone acupuncture, even corpses have not been seen before.

In her experience, as long as Zhou Qingwan acts as a demon, there are ghosts.

Her belly is so tight that she can't tell if she really gets stuck with her.

"Lin Miao," Zhou Qingwan begged softly with her face green.

"Family," the nurse couldn't help but say, "the patient may have sequelae if he delays."

Lin Miao nodded neatly, "Then let's start quickly."

She turned around and went out.

"Family," the doctor chased after him, "our operating room has an isolated room, and you can be there if you are convenient."

Lin Miao looked refusing.

"The patient is very excited and hopes that you can cooperate with us and calm her down."

"As long as the anesthetics are strong, you can take care of yourself."

Doctor supplement.

Lin Miao sighed helplessly.

As far as she talks about this, she is afraid that both man and God will be angry.

"I'll only stay fifteen minutes."

The implication is to let them get things done during this period.

Zhou Qingwan kept staring at the two of them. Seeing Lin Miao Chong coming back, she smiled and collapsed again.

The nurse pushed her into the operating room.

Lin Miao followed the doctor to the next room.

Before entering the door, the doctor signaled her to take out a magnetic object such as a watch phone and other magnetic items before taking her in.

At this time, the nurse had already injected her with anesthetics.

Zhou Qingwan looked around, "Where are hers?"

The nurse pointed to the floor-to-ceiling black glass to her right.

“On there.”

Zhou Qingwan frowned and closed her eyes until the nurse removed the cover from the glass and confirmed that Lin Miao was there.

Lin Miao thought to himself, and when he saw the doctor ready, he left the isolation room.

After taking her own things, she called Luo Yan to tell you about Zhou Qingwan's story completely.

Listening to her grievance and angrily complaining, Luo Yan curled his lips.

"I understand. Someone will come over to deal with it later. You can go and do it."

Lin Miao nodded, and thought about it and said, "You said, she isn't impolite me, right?"

"It shouldn't be," Luo Yan summed up Lin Miao's story and confirmed.

Lin Miao breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not her sensitivity either.

Since the beginning of college, Lin Miao will be in trouble whenever the two meet, and Zhou Qingwan takes the initiative.

"Okay, then I'll go back," Lin Miao said and left the hospital.

Back at the shop, everyone gathered in front of them.

"It's okay," Lin Miao said lightly, and then worked on his own business.

The others looked at each other, and they were tactful and stopped talking.

In the evening, Luo Yan called.

Zhou Qingwan's child was not saved and her body was seriously damaged. She could not have had a child within a few years.

Lin Miao silently and whispered, "It's so good, how could it be miscarried?"

Luo Yan said, "Did she eat anything with you?"

"No, I didn't even drink water," Lin Miao emphasized.

Luo Yan nodded and curled his lips.

"Don't worry, even if you eat it, it won't matter."

Luo Yan's voice was calm and his tone was leisurely, and he obviously did not take this matter seriously.

"Grandpa called and let us go over and have a meal."

"Today?" Lin Miao asked.

It’s getting dark now, and if you want to buy something, it may be too late.

"Well, someone gave me some fruits, which were very fresh. Grandpa specially left to you," Luo Yan said with a smile.

"What fruit, is the sugar high?"

Lin Miao asked subconsciously.

Mr. Luo’s blood sugar and blood pressure are not stable, so he needs to pay special attention to his diet.

"I don't know, he didn't say it, he pointed it out for you."

"Okay, I'll deal with this and it's all right away."

Lin Miao neatly prepared the cooking at hand, took off his apron, and told the fried chef to take care of him, so he left the house.

As soon as he reached the roadside, Luo Yan's car slid in front of him.

After getting in the car, Lin Miao looked at the time, "It's still time."

Luo Yan glanced at the small bag of medicinal herbs in her hand, "What's this?"

"Grandpa always likes to eat fatty foods. I kept boiling some acid paste for him to relieve greasiness, but it was always delayed. Just today, I just sucked it together."

Luo Yan grinned.

Grandpa's taste is roughly similar to him, and they both hate sourness.

If he drinks this, he can even think of what will happen to him.
To be continued...