Before Zhang Hua could finish his words, Lu Yanci had already entered the room quickly.
In the dim light, Zhang Hua knelt down on the ground, held Wen Ning on his knees, and patted her face, "Miss Wen, Miss Wen..."
Lu Yanci's heart sank suddenly, and he stepped forward to hug Wen Ning.
He touched her forehead with his hand. There was no fever, but he felt sweat on his hand.
He felt a tightness in his chest, and regret began to arise.
I looked further into my body and found that the big white T-shirt I wore in the morning was already soaked through.
At this time, Zhang Hua touched the floor where Wen Ning had been lying just now, gasped, and whispered: "I sweat a lot, and the floor is wet."
Lu Yanci's heart sank more and more, anger and regret collided, and his mood was extremely complicated.
The regret is that she shouldn't have been detained for so long, and the anger is that her temper has become more and more stubborn. Would she rather die here than admit her mistake?
Can it cost her her life to say that she was wrong?
After a few seconds of pause, he quickly entered the room with Wen Ning in his arms.
He directly put the person on the bed, and then he saw Wen Ning's pale face without any blood.
It was really a snow-white color, as if the sweat on her body was not sweat, but blood.
The originally shy eyes were tightly closed at this time, and even the thick and long eyelashes that usually beat were not moving much.
Lu Yanci looked at her and whispered, "Come in with a cup of hot milk and invite Dr. Zhou over."
After saying that, he gently touched Wen Ning's face and called her in a low voice, "Ning Ning!"
Shi Ning seemed to feel that he had changed places, and opened his eyes gently. His eyes had no focus, and he only glanced at them once before closing them again.
It looked like he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.
Lu Yanci sat beside the bed, picked her up and let her lean on his shoulders, saying in a low voice: "Are you so stubborn? Do you have to go against me?"
Wen Ning didn't answer, and rested her head weakly on his shoulder. The injured finger was swollen even more, and it was already turning purple.
Soon, hot milk was delivered.
Lu Yanci took the milk, handed the cup to Wen Ning's lips, and whispered, "Drink a little, Doctor Zhou will be here soon."
Wen Ning didn't respond to him.
Her almost no reaction made him think that this was another kind of disobedience on her part.
One anger has not subsided, and another anger has arisen. The two angers are twisted together and rushing in his chest. He feels that he is about to be forced by her to lose control again.
He gritted his teeth, held the milk in one hand, and pinched Wen Ning's chin with the other, trying to force-feed the milk into her.
Teeth that are usually easy to pinch open will bite hard, as if they are about to be broken.
Lu Yanci was so angry that he grabbed her hand and wanted to put the cup into her hand.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he held her hand, he felt something was wrong.
Looking down, he saw that Wen Ning's little finger was swollen to the size of an egg, bruised and purple, and was almost two-thirds the size of the entire palm.
Lu Yanci's pupils shrank suddenly, and the cup fell to the ground with a "pop".
His heart was sinking rapidly like a roller coaster, and panic gripped him hard for the first time.
He had never been so flustered, not even the last time Wen Ning suffered from hypothermia in the snow.
He had a terrible instinct. He felt that Wen Ning was slowly leaving him.
Huge pain exploded in his heart. He looked at her swollen little finger and shouted "Ning Ning" hoarsely.
He remembered that when he closed the door, it seemed that it was not closed properly and something was blocking it.
It turned out that it was Wen Ning’s little finger.
Such soft hands are already small, were they pinched off?
Did she faint from the pain? Just lay there like this all day?
How painful must it be to sweat so much?
How stubborn must he be that he would rather die of pain than beg for mercy from him!
This extreme emotion hit his chest, he had never felt anything like this before.
Even though in the United States at that time, tens of billions of dollars were about to be wasted, and the Yan family was about to be swallowed up by his opponents, he did not panic.
But this time, for the first time in his life, he tasted losing.
no!
Absolutely not, she can only be within his control, can only be in the palm of his hand!
Thinking of this, a black coldness appeared in his eyes, paranoid and terrifying.
He put Wen Ning on the bed, got a set of pajamas for her to change into, then wrapped her in a blanket and carried her out.
Li Nan saw Lu Yanci walking out with Wen Ning in his arms, his face as cold as a layer of frost.
Moreover, because of drinking, Lu Yanci's steps were a little unsteady. He hurried forward to pick up Wen Ning, "Little Third Master, let me do it."
"Don't touch her!" Lu Yanci said in a particularly sharp tone, "Drive to the hospital immediately!"
Li Nan was startled.
After following Lu Yanci for so many years, this was the first time he heard Lu Yanci speak in such a sharp tone, and he immediately realized something was wrong.
But he didn't dare to ask anything and quickly drove the car over.
When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor shook his head when he saw this situation.
The bone had been pinched for too long, and it was a comminuted fracture. Part of the tissue had become necrotic, so it was recommended to remove it.
Lu Yanci didn't get angry. He just said coldly in front of everyone in the department: If Wen Ning can't keep his fingers, everyone in this department can't have fingers.
The last time Wen Ning was hit by a cold wind, Lu Yanci only changed his expression and didn't even say a word of blame. The entire nursing team was fired, and no hospital dares to use it until now.
This incident happened not long ago, and everyone still remembers it.
Therefore, now Lu Yanci just said coldly that if Wen Ning's fingers were not saved, no one would be able to have fingers, and the entire orthopedics and surgery staff were frightened.
No one doubted that Lu Yanci was joking.
This prince in the Beijing circle is known as a cold-faced and ruthless man. He has a tough and ruthless approach. In private, many people call him the "Living King of Hell". This title is not unfounded.
This prince is very taciturn, but once he opens his mouth, there is almost nothing he can't do.
Therefore, everyone in the department was horrified when they heard this sentence.
Several older experts are even more troubled.
Wen Ning's little finger fracture was quite serious, but if it had been delivered in time, she would have been able to be saved, and they could even have repaired her intact.
But when she was brought here, more than ten hours had passed since she was injured, and there seemed to be signs of a second injury, which made it even more difficult to handle.
Now the necrotic tissue has begun to fester, and when they cut open the finger, it was already festering.
Now, let alone cultivating it as well as ever, the chances of saving this little finger are slim.
And if this little finger becomes infected, it may be difficult to save the fingers next to it.
