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‘Die dit--’

The instrument next to him issued an alarm.

Chen Xiujin pulled the monitor attached to his heart and picked up his cell phone. His face was cold and cold, his voice was cold and dangerous, suppressing the violence that was about to gush.

"Su Qiao!" He said word by word, "Either you come to see me now, or..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the ward was pushed open from outside.

Chen Xiujin raised his eyes, and in his dark and solemn eyes, the surging anger suddenly stopped.

The one who appeared at the door was Su Qiao who was holding the phone and was not breathing evenly.

"I mean..."

She looked at Chen Xiujin on the hospital bed and walked over step by step, and the slightly panting but gentle and smiling voice came softly through the phone in Chen Xiujin's palm.
Chapter completed!