Shen Moran was sent to the local hospital in time.

As Fu Yunshen was worried, even the most common sleeping pills, if you use the wrong dose, it will cause certain harm to the body and may even be fatal.

Fortunately, the dosage of sleeping pills Shen Moran used was not very large, and he was sent to the hospital in time. After gastric lavage, he was sent to the ward for rest.

There is no problem with her life safety, but she will have to wait for a while before she can fully wake up.

All the facilities in hospitals in small cities are not as good as those in large cities, but the smell of disinfectant in hospital corridors is more pungent and choking than that in large hospitals.

Fu Yunshen never liked this smell, and always felt that this smell gave people a cool yin energy, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

The hospital corridor is full of people. Patients without beds are lying on the simple bed on the corridor with drips. There are also many patients accompanying them, snoring on the floor on the corridor, making the sound of snoring.

Even if people come and go, it cannot affect their deep dreams.

The fireworks of the world, and the vast majority of people, are not easy for everyone to live.

This is the first time Fu Yunshen has had such a close contact with the lives of the people at the bottom.

Before this, he had never imagined that the hospital could still show such a chaotic scene.

It turns out that in this world, some people are unable to receive treatment even if they get sick...

He stood at the door of Shen Moran's ward, leaning against the wall, looking at the scene on the corridor, his eyebrows frowned, as if he was in deep thought.

He wore a clean and straight shirt, and was cold and noble, forming two contrasting styles with the people around him.

He looked obviously not from the same world as the people around him.

Su Qingyue hid in the stairwell of the hospital and received a call from someone.

On the phone, the person's voice was still low, and his tone was always neither fast nor slow, as if there was no emotional fluctuation.

But his voice was like a sharp knife to Su Qingyue, as if he was about to penetrate her body and even her soul through the receiver.

"Why didn't you show up at the agreed place?" the man asked her.

"Has I been too kind to you and too indulgent to you recently? So you think you can disobey my words with confidence, huh?"

The man's tone still had no ups and downs, but Su Qingyue felt his heart tightening, and an indescribable sense of depression came towards her.

"No." She swallowed her saliva unconsciously and replied.

"Where are you now?" asked the person opposite.

Su Qingyue didn't dare to hide anything from him, "in the hospital."

The other party was silent for a moment, and his voice turned around, "Are you sick?"

I don’t know if it was Su Qingyue’s illusion, but this tone seemed to be mixed with a kind of concern that seemed to be indifferent.

"No, one of my friends is hospitalized, I'll visit her." Su Qingyue said.

"Friend?" The man seemed to frown and asked half-doubtedly: "What friend? The man and the woman?"

"Female." Su Qingyue hesitated for a moment, and in a deep voice, saying, "It's Shen Moran, Ranran, my best friend."

Hearing this, the other party suddenly became silent.

He seemed to know Shen Moran and was very familiar with him.

"Give you another hour, it's best to handle everything and show up in front of me."

The other party said lightly and threatened with obvious threats. Then, without waiting for Su Qingyue to give any response, he hung up the phone.

Doudou...

As the busy voice came, Su Qingyue's heart also resumed normal beating.
Chapter completed!