The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Xia Beiqing came to Shen Zhiyu, raised his nose and sniffed, then smiled, and wrote on the paper and handed it to Shen Zhiyu.

——Mr. Shen, you are cooking porridge.

Shen Zhiyu smiled and said, "Yes, it's going to be done right away, you can wait a while."

Xia Beiqin nodded, pushed the wheelchair to the table and sat down, and looked at Shen Zhiyu in the kitchen with joyful eyes.

Shen Zhiyu took out the bowl, scooped a few spoons of porridge, and put it on his lips to cool it down, before holding the porridge, turned around, and walked out of the kitchen.

Seeing the teenager sitting obediently at the table waiting to be fed, Shen Zhiyu couldn't help but raise his lips.

Suddenly, the dizziness hit again, and even his vision became blurred, as if the sky and the earth were turned upside down, and Xia Beiqin's figure was distorted before his eyes.

Shen Zhiyu couldn't hold it anymore, his legs softened, and his whole body fell to the ground fiercely, the bowl in his hand was also torn apart, and all the white porridge was spilled.

Xia Beiqin was taken aback and pushed the wheelchair towards Shen Zhiyu. Because he was too anxious, the wheelchair fell to the ground with his body. Xia Beiqin dragged his legs and crawled on the ground little by little. In front of Shen Zhiyu.

He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't make any sound. He could only shake Shen Zhiyu who fell to the ground desperately, but Shen Zhiyu closed his eyes tightly, and he had obviously lost consciousness.

Xia Beiqing hurriedly pulled out the cell phone in Shen Zhiyu's pocket and dialed the emergency number. A woman's nice voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hey, this is the emergency center of the hospital, do you need first aid? What is the patient's condition and where is the address, we will send a car there immediately."

Xia Beiqing opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

He didn't hear the reply, and urged: "Hello? Are you still there? Please explain to me the specific situation, hello? Hello?"

Xia Beiqin opened his mouth wide and tried his best, but still couldn't make a sound. He was so anxious that he slammed his fist on the ground, tears coming out of his eyes and rolling down.

How could he forget, he could no longer speak, he couldn't make any calls for help, what should he do, how can he save Teacher Shen!

Suddenly, the door bell rang, and Xia Bei's eyes widened, and he hurriedly crawled on the ground and moved little by little. After some time, he finally climbed to the door and stretched out his arm to unscrew the doorknob.

The door was pushed open, and the flowers were standing outside. Seeing Xia Beiqin lying on the ground, he squatted down to support him: "What's the matter with you?"

Xia Beiqing anxiously pointed to Shen Zhiyu who was lying at the door of the kitchen.

Hua Yinong hurried over, took the unconscious Shen Zhiyu into the room, put it on the bed, and helped Xia Beiqin to sit in the wheelchair.

Xia Beiqing hurriedly wrote on the paper.

——Mr. Shen suddenly fainted!

I went to check the situation of Shen Zhiyu, and found that Shen Zhiyu's forehead was terribly hot. He found a thermometer and the temperature was very high.

Xia Beiqing was anxious beside him.

——What happened to Teacher Shen?

"I have a fever, let's call a doctor over to see it." Hua Yinong took out his mobile phone and called a doctor nearby.

Not long after, the doctor came over, and first put some water on Shen Zhiyu, and when he opened Shen Zhiyu's sleeves, he noticed something abnormal, Hualien and Xia Beiqin were beside him, and they also saw something was wrong.

Shen Zhiyu's arm was a little swollen, and there was still an unfading bruise on the blood vessel.

Lifting the sleeve of his other arm is the same.

The doctor turned his head to look at Xia Beiqin: "You said he had a fever when he was good? Think about it, what's wrong with his body lately?"