The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Sheng Yize was stunned for a moment, and there was a hint of surprise in the dark eyes.

Anxiaxia coughed, "So you won't feel guilty, and I won't be jealous ~ Isn't it smart?"

On her delicate little face, a look of "raising the baby", Sheng Yize sighed in his heart.

Silly goose.

"Well, you are the smartest."

"Smarter than you!"

"... Um." Someone nodded without principle.

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The next day was Monday. After finishing one day of class, An Xia Xia and Sheng Yi Ze went to the hospital where Song Qing Chen was.

This is a hospital owned by Shengjia. It has deliberately vacated an entire floor for Song Qingchen. All aspects of medical equipment and doctors are top domestic.

Before reaching the ward, I heard the hysterical scream of a girl and the sound of a mess.

A nurse covered her face and wept, and there were several swollen palms on her face.

An Xia Xia and Sheng Yi Ze hurried over. In the ward, Song Qingchen fell like crazy, dripping bottles, drinking glasses, vases ...

The head nurse looked at her coldly, and said blankly after she lost her temper: "Miss Song, if you don't receive treatment, the condition will only get worse."

"I don't, I don't ... you scammers, I'm not sick! How can I die! I'm not sick!" Song Qingchen pulled his own hair, crying and crying silently.

"What's going on?" Sheng Yize asked in a low voice.

"The patient can't accept the fact that he is ill, coupled with the stimulants of the ingested drugs, the mood is very unstable now." The head nurse replied calmly, apparently not surprising.

Song Qingchen's disease is a sudden blood disease. If treatment is not timely, he may die within six months to one year.

Suddenly, she couldn't accept it.

Hearing the sound, Song Qingchen raised his head and, after seeing the person coming in, quickly wiped his tears and snot carefully. The look was like a timid little girl.

"Brother Azer ... is it you?"

Sheng Yize sighed and nodded: "It's me."

Song Qingchen rushed into his arms and began to cry again.

An Xiaxia looked at this scene, but felt that her eyes hurt, and she opened her face uncomfortably.

Sheng Yize pushed Song Qingchen apart, motioning to the nurse to clean up the ward.

Song Qingchen pulled his sleeve, tears like a broken bead: "Brother Aze, will I die? I don't want to die ..."

"Song Qingchen, calm down, your illness is not incurable, crying can't solve the problem." Sheng Yize said with a face.

Song Qingchen nodded weakly, seeing that An Xia Xia brushed his eyes.

"Xia Xia, you and I are of the same blood type, right? Save me, will you?" She hugged An Xia Xia's sleeves and cried with tears in her eyes.

An Xia Xia was almost fainted by her, and looked at her awkwardly.

They said that people would die, and their words were good. For Song Qingchen, who was crying so miserably, she couldn't say anything about rejection.

Coincidentally, Sheng Yize's cell phone rang, and he whispered close to An Xia Xia's ear; "I have a phone call, please wait for me."

After speaking, he got up and went to the corridor to answer the phone. An Xia Xia helped Song Qing Chen: "Go and take a rest, don't cry."

Song Qingchen's eyes changed, and his eyes became congested, pulling Anxiaxia's hair and hitting the wall: "Can you save me? If you don't save, I will kill you!"