pjbooks Chapter 170 "Where is Qinqin?"
Chapter 170 "Where is Qinqin?"
As Su Lejia mentioned in her previous video, she received a phone call an hour later.
Jiang Qin had actually woken up by now. After answering the phone and saying a few words, she hung up and quickly got up.
I washed up at the sink, and just then, a message from Aunt Zhao came into my phone, saying that lunch was ready and I could come down to eat.
However, since she was originally going back to the old house for dinner today, Zhao Ma did not order the freshest batch of ingredients as usual this morning. As a result, there were fewer dishes than usual today, and she was told that they might not taste as good.
Jiang Qin is indeed a bit picky, but she's not really that picky or demanding.
Since the other party had offered an explanation, she naturally wouldn't say anything more.
After quickly reassuring Zhao Ma, Jiang Qin went out to go downstairs for lunch.
No sooner had she opened the door than her phone suddenly rang.
A premonition rose in her heart. Jiang Qin frowned, picked it up and glanced at it, then saw the note again.
It was sent by He Xu again.
Thinking about my future plans, I hesitated for a moment, but still clicked to take a look.
After just one glance, Jiang Qin immediately lost her expression, turned off her phone, and didn't give him another second look.
He Xu sent her nothing other than a message informing her that Huo Sili had lost consciousness and his voice, but he kept lip-syncing and calling her name. The doctor said he hoped she could go and see him, as he might wake up sooner.
But to her, these words sounded far too fake.
After all, according to He Xu, he can already call out his name, so he should be close to waking up, right?
If that's the case, what's the point of watching it? Clearly, there's no need to go back.
Furthermore, what time is it now? He's already laid all his cards on the table. Shouldn't we be asking Li Xueqian to go see him?
Moreover, loss of voice, lip movements?
Thinking about Qinqin and Qianqian's lip movements, Jiang Qin suddenly found it even more ridiculous.
Qinqin and Qianqian, their lip movements are undeniably similar when a person is weak. Is He Xu absolutely certain that Huo Sili is calling her? And not calling Li Xueqian's Qianqian?
The elevator arrived on the first floor, the doors opened, and Jiang Qin stepped out, heading straight for the dining table.
At this very moment, the food on the table is steaming hot and smells delicious.
What men, what love, are irrelevant to Jiang Qin after experiencing such disgusting things.
I have completely let go of it.
Jiang Qin picked up her chopsticks and ate heartily by herself, thinking to herself that Zhao Ma was still too modest.
If she hadn't pointed it out, to be honest, she really wouldn't have been able to tell what was wrong with today's dishes. After all, although this wasn't the freshest batch of vegetables, the taste was still quite delicious, indicating it was a very fresh batch.
And now, thinking about how he will probably never be able to eat Zhao Ma's cooking again in the future.
Immediately, Jiang Qin became even more focused on eating.
As they ate, their thoughts completely drifted away from Horst's coma and they continued thinking about finding a nanny.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, He Xu was clearly feeling quite conflicted about Jiang Qin not replying at all.
This time, in particular, he kept taking out his phone to check the messages.
As a result, all He Xu saw in the chat box was his own green bubble. He stared at the default chat wallpaper with an extremely complicated and indescribable expression.
His expression became even more complicated when he turned to look at Huo Sili, who was still lying on the hospital bed inside.
Finally, he let out a deep sigh—
"Whoa!"
I had just finished sighing when I realized it was already lunchtime.
But I had no appetite at all; looking at this scene, I couldn't eat.
However, at that moment, He Xu, who was standing guard at the door of the ward and kept glancing at Huo Sili from time to time, noticed that Huo Sili moved his finger slightly, and his dark eyes lit up instantly.
He hurried over, but just as he was about to call out "President Huo" to the person on the hospital bed, he remembered the doctor's instructions that the patient should rest quietly and not be disturbed.
It was also said that Horst's condition was not a normal coma, but more likely post-traumatic stress disorder, commonly known as PTSD. In such cases, it is even more important to rest and keep the environment quiet.
But He Xu really didn't know much about PTSD, and after looking it up, he was even more puzzled.
Mr. Huo, you have PTSD. Who can help you with post-traumatic stress?
I don't understand. I want to know what's going on and help my master recover quickly, but what happened this time has really made me very angry.
After Horsley fell into a coma, the old lady learned of it and came over to take a look.
But after consulting the doctor and learning that Huo Sili was not in mortal danger, he immediately returned home. Before leaving, he specifically instructed Huo Sili to come back to the old house after he woke up and explain to her in person what he was really thinking.
He also reminded Huo Sili that he must go to the Civil Affairs Bureau next Wednesday to apply for a divorce with Jiang Qin.
He Xu dared to hear these words, but he didn't dare to repeat a single word to Huo Sili after he woke up.
Thinking of this, He Xu couldn't help but sigh deeply again.
He thought to himself, "This is truly a terrible sin."
What a happy couple they were, now they've fallen into such an embarrassing situation. The old lady who used to love her husband the most is now completely disappointed in him.
Just as he was about to continue sighing, the man on the hospital bed suddenly opened his dark eyes.
He Xu noticed and quickly stepped forward, "President Huo, you're finally awake!"
"You have been unconscious for more than two hours."
Two hours or so might seem like nothing compared to those who are unconscious for half a day, a day or two or even longer, but Huo Sili is, after all, a very strong and healthy man with excellent physical condition.
Therefore, in comparison, his sudden two-hour coma seems quite frightening.
He Xu was especially struck by the fact that he had personally witnessed Huo Sili's tall and imposing figure suddenly fall to the side.
If he hadn't arrived in time, it would have been quite terrifying if Horstley had fallen and hit his head.
However, at this very moment, while He Xu was still lamenting, Huo Sili, who had just woken up in the hospital bed, was already lost in thought.
Where is Qinqin?
Seeing that Huo Sili seemed to be in a daze, He Xu was about to ask Huo Sili if he wanted to have lunch, and he would go buy it now.
Huo Sili stared at He Xu and suddenly asked this question.
As he spoke, his deep, dark eyes remained fixed on He Xu.
He Xu's heart raced when he saw this—he was terrified.
What is he supposed to say about this?
He Xu was genuinely afraid that Huo Sili would faint again after hearing the truth. After all, he didn't know exactly what aspect of Huo Sili's PTSD had caused the sudden fainting.
But Horst's gaze was simply too intimidating.
Even though his face was clearly pale and his lips, which were usually a rosy color, were now covered with a light white layer, his eyes looked like knives and swords when he looked over.
Chilling.
He Xu hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to speak.
"Mr. Huo, Madam... Madam has not replied to your messages since she learned that you were in a coma. Of course, she probably didn't see them either. After all, um... Madam must be in a bad mood right now, so she probably didn't check her phone."
He Xu was telling the truth.
After all, who wouldn't be in a good mood after something like this happened?
It's perfectly normal to be in a bad mood and not want to read news, especially news about his assistant and confidant, Huo Sili.
But as soon as he said that, Huo Sili seemed to step on a spring and jumped off the hospital bed.
He Xu was startled, fearing that Huo Sili would faint again, and quickly went to help him up.
"Mr. Huo, what do you need to do? Just tell me, and I'll do it."
After all, putting everything else aside, Huo Sili had saved his and his family's lives, and for that reason alone, He Xu couldn't bear to see Huo Sili so vulnerable and disheveled.
But the man shook his head, "No need."
He put on his shoes, grabbed his phone, and walked straight outside.
His steps were still noticeably unsteady, but his speed was also quite fast.
He Xu frowned, but eventually took off and quickly followed.
A few seconds later, He Xu, who was originally in Li Xueqian's ward, was stunned when he saw Huo Sili walk towards the inpatient department.
Wait, what time is it? Why are we here...?
Bang-!
The next second, He Xu wasn't just stunned, he was shocked.
What's going on? Mr. Huo kicked open Li Xueqian's hospital room door?!
He Xu felt his heart clench suddenly, his eyes widened, and he quickly chased after them.
Although he really didn't understand what was going on, please, President Huo had just come out of a coma!
He Xu was genuinely anxious: "President Huo, your health is the most important thing..."
Putting everything else aside, Huo Sili is in good health, and He Xu, who was saved by him, is naturally in a better mood.
He Xu was naturally worried about anything Huo Sili had, because no matter what, Huo Sili had saved his life. If it weren't for Huo Sili, he would have died long ago, and there would be no Assistant He now.
But what happened next left He Xu even more bewildered.
In the VIP ward ahead, Huo Sili strode over and grabbed Li Xueqian by the collar, who was eating on the bed.
The force of that grip was clearly immense. Li Xueqian is a female celebrity, so her face is neither bad nor big, but at this moment her small face turned red!
Meanwhile, Li Xueqian's assistant, Yuan Yue, was also visibly terrified, trembling as she leaned against the corner of the wall.
“Si…Si…Brother Li…”
Clearly, Li Xueqian had no idea that Huo Sili would suddenly rush in.
Her eyes were filled with terror.
With both hands, as if driven by a will to survive, he kept pulling at the hand that was gripping his collar, trying to get him to let go.
However, that little bit of strength had a negligible effect in this contest of power.