The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Chapter 142 Finally remembered to come see me

Fang Xiaoyu said that Jiang Baohai was stabbed in retaliation.

"Just one stab? Where was it stabbed?" Gao Qinghe pressed.

As Fang Xiaoyu went to pay the fee, he explained, "Luckily, it was only one stab, it only stabbed my waist."

He shouldn't die, right?
Gao Qingmiao, who had accompanied them, was worried.

He didn't want his sister to become a widow right after getting her marriage certificate.

The toll collector presented the bill, saying, "Pay five thousand yuan first!"

Fang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment. He had come in a hurry and hadn't brought his wallet with him. He didn't know if his boss had any cash in his car.

"Use mine!" Gao Qinghe quickly pulled out a wad of cash from her bag and handed it over.

Fang Xiaoyu gave her a grateful look, took the receipt, and immediately ran towards the operating room.

Gao Qinghe and her brother followed behind and learned a little about what had happened.

It turns out that this matter is also related to Gao Qingmiao.

The incident involving Zheng Xiaohu resulted in the entire arcade being shut down.

Unexpectedly, that person had some connections; Zheng Xiaohu's cousin, who was in charge, was only detained for two days before being released.

The thought that his arcade, which he had made money from, would never be able to open again, and that he was now homeless and destitute, made him resent Jiang Baohai.

Today, after Jiang Baohai escorted Gao Qinghe back to the compound, he went home first and told his mother about getting their marriage certificate.

Later, Fang Xiaoyu called to say that there was an urgent matter at the mine that he needed to handle, so he drove to the mine in the middle of the night.

To everyone's surprise, Zheng Xiaohu's cousin suddenly rushed out of the dimly lit lounge corridor and stabbed Jiang Baohai with a knife.

If Jiang Baohai hadn't reacted quickly and avoided vital areas, it wouldn't have been just a knife wound to the waist.

Fang Xiaoyu was waiting outside the building when he heard Jiang Baohai's shouts. He rushed in and quickly subdued the assailant.

Upon discovering Jiang Baohai's injuries, Fang Xiaoyu quickly drove him to the county hospital.

The people along the way were still able to talk and seemed to be fine.

But when they arrived at the hospital, she was already in a daze and not fully conscious, constantly calling out Gao Qinghe's name. Only then did Fang Xiaoyu call her to come.

"Where is he?" Gao Qinghe asked.

Fang Xiaoyu thought she was asking about the perpetrator, and subconsciously replied, "The miners have already called the police and sent them to the police station."

Gao Qinghe's icy gaze swept over them. "Where is Jiang Baohai?"

Fang Xiaoyu slapped his forehead and quickly pointed to the operating room ahead, which was lit up with a red light.

As they were talking, the operating room door opened, and a man in a white coat walked quickly toward Fang Xiaoyu.

"Have you paid? The patient has lost too much blood and we don't have enough. Does anyone here have the same blood type as the patient? Go to the blood donation center to donate blood right away. We can apply for priority approval for emergency blood use for the patient."

Before Fang Xiaoyu could understand what was going on, Gao Qinghe pulled her younger brother to stand up.

"We have the same blood type as the patient. How much blood do we need? Are two people enough for a replacement?"

The doctor looked at the two of them suspiciously: "What is your relationship with the patient?"

Gao Qinghe: "I am his wife, and this is my younger brother."

Fang Xiaoyu, unaware that her boss had already obtained his marriage certificate, looked over in surprise, thinking that she had told a little lie to make things easier.

If it's the patient's spouse, then things will be much easier.

The doctor called over a nurse on duty and told Gao Qinghe and her brother to go with the nurse.

"That should be enough for two people. Hurry up, we need it urgently here!"

"Will he be alright?" Gao Qinghe asked, staring into the doctor's eyes.

The doctor couldn't give a 100% guarantee, saying, "They were lucky; it was just a fruit knife, and it didn't damage any internal organs. As long as the blood loss can be replenished in time, there's a good chance of survival."

Gao Qinghe stopped talking nonsense, grabbed Gao Qingmiao, and walked very fast, leaving the nurse behind.

This kind of urgency and anxiety can't be acted out without genuine emotion.

Fang Xiaoyu suddenly remembered the instructions her boss gave her before entering the operating room.

"Don't make me speak until the anesthesia wears off!"

Fang Xiaoyu felt that he was no longer quite lucid after hearing such a strange instruction.

However, what the doctor just said put his mind at ease.

It's incredibly fortunate that no internal organs were damaged. (Over at the blood bank.)

Gao Qinghe and Gao Qingmiao together donated the maximum amount of blood they could to replace the blood bank, securing enough blood for Jiang Baohai.

When they returned after the blood draw, Fang Xiaoyu was still the only person at the operating room door.

Gao Qinghe's pale face immediately darkened.

"Weren't his family notified?"

"You are back."

Fang Xiaoyu was startled by the pale faces of Gao Qinghe and her brother, and quickly got up to let them sit down and rest.

"Ahem!" Fang Xiaoyu coughed awkwardly twice. "The boss told me not to say anything."

Gao Qinghe was speechless and a little angry.

"He said he wouldn't fight if you didn't let him? In a situation like just now, how could he use a blood transfusion if there was no blood available?"

Fang Xiaoyu thought that if you have money, you can probably get it done by finding some connections in the hospital.

But thinking about the embarrassment of not being able to pay when she just paid, Fang Xiaoyu lowered her head in embarrassment.

God knows why he was so afraid of Gao Qinghe. She was almost a full twelve years younger than him, but she had the aura of a highly respected family head.

He, a thirty-year-old man, stood before her, looking strangely a generation shorter.

"Don't listen to him next time, listen to me. If something like this happens again, notify his family to come over," Gao Qinghe instructed firmly.

Fang Xiaoyu subconsciously gave an "oh," and tentatively asked, "Shall I call now?"

Gao Qinghe: "Let's see how things go first."

With a "ding," the red light in the operating room went out, and Gao Qingmiao patted her sister's hand.

The three of them got up and went to the operating room door.

A moment later, the nurse pushed open the operating room door and wheeled the person out.

The surgeon nodded to the three of them. "The surgery was a success. The patient's condition has stabilized. Next, we need to make sure to provide him with adequate nutrition and let him rest well."

"We'll take him back to his ward first. The anesthesia has just worn off, and he might not be fully conscious yet. He might be talking nonsense. Even if he says he's thirsty, we can't give him water or food. We'll have to wait for the 12-hour observation period before he can have some simple liquid food."

After giving his instructions, the doctor removed his gloves, which were soaked with sweat, and left.

"Thank you, doctor! You've worked so hard!" Fang Xiaoyu said gratefully.

The doctor waved his hand, wanting only to go back and catch up on his sleep.

Gao Qinghe arrived at the operating table and found that Jiang Baohai had his eyes open and was already awake.

The man, who had been all smiles and full of pride not long ago, now lay pale and quiet on the operating table, his abdomen wrapped in a thick layer of gauze, looking extremely weak.

Gao Qinghe gently called his name, and his gaze immediately turned towards her.

Then, she pressed down on the corner of her mouth, revealing a childlike, willful, and aggrieved expression.

"Heh~, you wicked woman who deserves to die a horrible death, after all this time, you finally remembered to come see me?"

Gao Qinghe looked at Fang Xiaoyu in shock.

Fang Xiaoyu looked at Gao Qingmiao in horror.

Gao Qingmiao looked at her brother-in-law, whose eyes were red and who was lying on the operating table with a face full of grief, with confusion.

Finally, the gazes of the three men all fell on Gao Qinghe.

"Lift him onto the hospital bed, be gentle." Gao Qinghe swallowed all her emotions and calmly gave the order.

With the help of a nurse, Jiang Baohai was safely transferred from the operating table to a single-room hospital bed.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and tightly grasped Gao Qinghe's hand.

Gao Qinghe looked down along the arm and met Jiang Baohai's reddened eyes.

He stared intently at her, his sharply defined face filled with a complex mix of love and hate.

"Jiang Baohai? What's wrong?" Gao Qinghe asked softly.

The man remained silent, but increased the pressure, making her wrist bones ache.

Gao Qinghe hissed, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing a vengeful satisfaction.

Gao Qinghe's eyes darkened. Would 25-year-old Jiang Baohai see her like that?
(End of this chapter)