Li Tingchen stretched out his hand towards her, but Su Qingyu’s first reaction was to escape.
The man sneered, and as soon as he reached out, he grabbed her wrist, took her into his arms, bent over and picked her up.
The movements were not gentle at all, with some sullen rudeness, and her arms were tightly confined to her legs.
Instinctively, Su Qingyu’s waving fingers accidentally touched his neck, causing her to quickly remove her hand in fright, but the warm residual temperature remained at her fingertips.
“Li Tingchen, let me go.”Su Qingyu struggled weakly, but he couldn’t shake him in the slightest.
He could only be allowed to walk into the snow holding him, stepping on the thick snow under his feet, making a ”creaking” sound.
He didn’t say a word from beginning to end. The silence was suffocating, and Su Qingyu was carried back to the ward by him.
The warm spring-like interior warmed her cold body a little bit.
Li Qingchen, who didn’t know why, staggered towards her, as if he wanted to fall into her arms.
Looking at Li Qingchen, who was covered with snot and tears, Su Qingchen subconsciously stretched out his arms to hug him.
Li Tingchen carried Li Qingchen’s clothes on the back of his neck with one hand and lifted him up, his voice was extremely cold, “Send the young master back.””
“Yes.”Chen Ling breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Su Qingyu was safe and sound.
Yang Han checked her body, gave her a hanging needle again, and patiently instructed: “Your body’s white blood cells are very low, don’t toss it casually anymore, otherwise Fairy Daluo won’t be able to save you.”
Su Qingyu let out a sigh, staring at the white ceiling above his head like a rag doll.
Li Tingchen had already cut her back a long time ago, and she didn’t even give her a chance to die. What could she do?
“I see.”
“You’d better learn.”Li Tingchen coldly retracted her gaze from her face and strode out of the room.
Yang Han followed him cautiously, and Li Tingchen couldn’t get rid of the coldness lingering all over his body.
Suddenly Li Tingchen stopped, and Yang Han braked urgently.
Seeing Li Tingchen’s turned face shrouded in dark clouds, her voice was mixed with a cold chill: “Check why her white blood cells are so low?”
Everything about today was so weird, Su Qingyu jumped downstairs without hesitation.
Obviously, her health has always been very good, how could she have such a low fever?
Seeing that she was about to faint at every turn some time ago, Li Tingchen always felt that things were not that simple.
Yang Han nodded: “Okay, Mr. Li, I will give my wife a detailed examination tomorrow. Mr. Li can rest assured that although my wife has not come for a physical examination in the past two years, as far as her physical condition two years ago, except for acute diseases, it is generally unlikely that chronic diseases will occur.”