The closing bell rang.
Han Bing came over: "Mingyi, let's go have a drink."
"No, I have something to do tonight." Song Mingyi refused.
She has now moved out of Shanhaiju and lives in Tianxiyuan. Mo Mo lives with her, so she has to go back early.
Liu Tiantian happened to pass by and heard this and said: "Han Bing, you are so ignorant. You know that Song Mingyi is busy designing the eldest lady's dress, so why do you want to have fun with you? Aren't you delaying her future?"
Song Mingyi turned to look at Liu Tiantian, frowning slightly.
Liu Tiantian smiled at Song Mingyi: "Designer Song, you don't need to thank me for speaking up. I also know that there are some things that are inconvenient for you to say. In fact, it's okay. People go to higher ground."
Han Bing was stunned and apologized repeatedly: "Mingyi, I'm sorry, I forgot about this. Then you should go back first."
Han Bing said and was about to leave.
Song Mingyi grabbed Han Bing's wrist and said, "I do have something to do today. I have a child waiting for me at home. I have to take care of him these days."
"It really doesn't matter, I know you're busy too." Han Bing said, but his expression looked much better: "Let's go play again after you're done."
Song Mingyi agreed immediately. She looked at Liu Tiantian and said, "Designer Liu, I'm really surprised. I don't know when you became the roundworm in my belly and could speak on my behalf."
Liu Tiantian couldn't hear Song Mingyi's sarcasm and said quickly: "I mean this out of kindness. I'm afraid it won't be convenient for you to speak."
Song Mingyi said rudely: "Then please designer Liu put aside your good intentions. I don't need it. In fact, if I accidentally misunderstand you for your ulterior motives, wouldn't that be bad?"
After Song Mingyi finished speaking, she pulled Han Bing away and ignored Liu Tiantian's ugly face.
After walking out of the office, Han Bing gave Song Mingyi a thumbs up: "You are awesome, you dare to contradict designer Liu like this."
"But this time I'm just being reasonable." Song Mingyi's phone rang while she was talking.
It was Lu Yimo who called.
Song Mingyi said hello to Han Bing, walked out, and connected the phone at the same time.
Before she could speak, Lu Yimo's crying voice rang out.
"Mom, dad vomited blood, and we are rescuing him now!"
Song Mingyi felt as if countless bombs were exploding in her mind. At that moment, all her thoughts were blank. A chill ran up her back, and her heart in her chest seemed to be tightly grasped by a pair of invisible hands. It was like living there. At this moment, she even forgot to breathe.
"Mingyi, what's wrong?" Han Bing asked with some confusion when he saw Song Mingyi suddenly stop.
Song Mingyi didn't answer. She came to her senses and rushed out of the Lu family like a gust of wind.
"Where is he?" Song Mingyi's voice was calm and full of tremors.
"Hospital. Uncle Ye said that Dad is in the People's Hospital for rescue."
Song Mingyi hung up the phone and rushed into the car.
The next second, the car jumped out like an arrow from the string.
It was time to get off work, and there were traffic jams everywhere. There was another car accident ahead, and the road was soon blocked.
Song Mingyi was so anxious that when she saw the delivery man riding a scooter, he immediately said, "Brother, can I exchange this BMW for your scooter?"
Delivery boy: "Miss, I know you are rich, but please don't make this joke."
"I'm not kidding, I really want to trade with you."
The delivery boy didn't say anything, he just looked at Song Mingyi as if he was a psycho.
When Song Mingyi saw that the delivery boy refused to agree, she became even more anxious and had an idea: "I'm going to place an order and ask you to help me run an errand. This order will earn a bonus of 1,000 yuan."
As he said that, he immediately took out a wad of money and stuffed it in without even counting it.
The delivery boy was immediately overjoyed and said immediately: "What do you want me to bring?"
"Me." Song Mingyi opened the car door and walked out, sitting on the delivery boy's scooter: "Send me to the People's Hospital immediately."
Twenty minutes later, Song Mingyi arrived at the emergency room.
Mrs. Lu, Ye Wangchuan, and Yan Zheng are all here.
Mrs. Lu stared at the door of the emergency room with a pale face, her thin body shaking terribly.
Song Mingyi hurried over and asked urgently: "What's going on? How can Lu Shenxing be so good at rescuing someone?"
On the way here, Song Mingyi had thought about this question hundreds of times.
Lu Shenxing's physical condition was very bad. The toxins accumulated in his body made it impossible for his legs to recover and his body would be very weak.
However, she had treated him more than once before. Although it was impossible for him to recover due to the short time, it was impossible for him to suddenly become so seriously ill.
Yan Zheng shook his head: "I don't know. I met the client this afternoon. Mr. Lu said that his chest was a little tight and he needed to take a rest. I will send him back right away. Unexpectedly, he vomited blood on the way."
At this moment, the door of the emergency room was opened and the nurse inside came out.
The nurse said anxiously: "This is a critical illness notification. Please sign it as soon as possible."
When Mrs. Lu saw the critical illness notice sent by the nurse, she fainted without even breathing.
"Oh, how can I sign if I'm so faint?" The nurse was also very anxious: "Are there any other family members?"
Ye Wangchuan said: "Sister-in-law, it's up to you to sign now!"
The nurse immediately handed over the critical illness notice.
Song Mingyi didn't see this thing often.
When I was studying medicine with my master, I often treated critical patients.
Song Mingyi was always calm, but when this thing was delivered to him, her brain was buzzing and there was nothing in her mind.
"Hurry up and sign." The nurse put the pen into Song Mingyi's hand and kept urging.
Song Mingyi signed her name mechanically, and the nurse hurried away with the critical illness notice.
"Sister-in-law, if we are here, please send your aunt back first." Ye Wangchuan was about to hand Mrs. Lu over to Song Mingyi.
Song Mingyi didn't answer. After she came to her senses, she turned around and left suddenly, as fast as if she was being chased by a ghost.
Ye Wangchuan's brows furrowed: "What is Song Mingyi doing? When do you think about other things?"
"The young lady may have her own plans."
Ye Wangchuan snorted coldly: "What plans does she have for a wedding bride? Maybe she thinks that Boss Lu is going to die and is anxious to transfer the property. This kind of woman who comes in based on profit is indeed unreliable!"
Yan Zheng said nothing, silently listening to Ye Wangchuan's complaints. He looked at the emergency room and prayed that Lu Shenxing would be safe.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the corridor was extremely solemn.
After Song Mingyi left the emergency room, she took out her mobile phone and dialed a phone number she knew by heart.
Toot toot—
While waiting for the call to be connected, her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.
Finally the call was answered.
"Hello."
Listening to the familiar voice on the other side, Song Mingyi immediately said: "Master, I want to ask you to do me a favor."
