Chapter 1297 (1/2)

”The doctor said that Chu Qian would recover after a period of time? When I bring in all the doctors, chugana, there should be no doctors to watch. ”

In the late Qing Dynasty, his hands were folded, and his face was firm: ”at that time, Chu Qian's oxygen mask was pulled out to create the illusion of suicide.”

Sheng xinruo, holding his forehead in one hand, thought for a moment and thought that the plan was feasible.

”But who will go?”

”Go, sister.”

Sheng xinruo said coldly, ”why didn't you go?”

”I'm going to call all the doctors to my other hospital to examine Xinyi. Of course, I can't have gone.”

Sheng xinruo rubs his forehead, which is slightly painful. He is impatient and says, ”OK, I will go.”

This time, it's time to let go.

We have to get rid of Chuqian.

It's only seven o'clock in winter, and the sky is dark as ink.

Sheng Wanqing called the medical center and said that there was something wrong with Xinyi's baby. He asked the doctors to come to see it.

The doctor rushed out to another hospital.

At this time, Sheng xinruo, dressed as a servant, entered the medical center and came to the door of the ward. She was carrying a food box like a servant who came to deliver dinner to the caregiver.

After pushing the door into the ward, she closed the door lightly.

As expected, there was only Chu Qian lying on the bed. He was still in a coma wearing an oxygen mask.

She put the food box on the ground, went to the bed, and looked at Chu Qian from a high position. The lip corner under the mask had risen.

”Chuqian, you shouldn't have come back. I'll give you a ride.” She took out a pair of gloves from her pocket, put them on, and took Chu Qian's oxygen mask off at one stroke.

She quietly waited for his heart to stop, however, the ECG still showed that his heart was not affected.

”Here What's the matter? ”