The servants on the other end did not dare to express their anger in front of Rong Jincheng. Although their master usually seemed approachable and easy to get along with, it was scary when he got angry.

"Ward number."

"Inpatient department, ward 217."

"General ward?"

"yes……"

"Do I, Rong Jincheng, look like I'm short of money? Go to the ward!" Rong Jincheng was furious.

After throwing his cell phone on the passenger seat, Rong Jincheng fastened his seat belt and started the car.

It has been raining heavily outside for two consecutive days, and it seems that it has no intention of stopping. The car rushed into the rain like an arrow leaving its string.

Rong Jincheng didn't know where his emotions came from. He always felt that his temper was extremely bad these days.

He is not a person who gets angry easily, let alone a person who gets angry with women.

In my impression, he has never been angry with any woman, except Han Yurou.

This woman is so powerful, she provokes his anger time and time again and presses his bottom line again and again.

He always felt that he was a good-tempered and lovable man, but with Han Yurou, he no longer had this confidence.

These days, staying up late and overworking made him feel very bad.

Half an hour later, the Ferrari stopped in the hospital parking lot.

Rong Jincheng didn't bring an umbrella, so he strode into the rain and walked straight to the inpatient department.

At this moment, he suddenly didn't even know what he was feeling, he just felt messy, like a ball of threads, wrapped around his body, and even his breathing had an indescribable feeling.

The sky was gloomy, the surroundings were dark, and the tall hospital smelled of medicine, like a giant.

He hurriedly walked into the inpatient department, a little out of breath.

When they arrived at the door, the doctor happened to change Han Yurou's dressing.

The servant in Jinyuan was surprised when he saw Rong Jincheng: "Master Rong, it's so late, why are you here?"

"I can't come over?"

"No, no, of course."

"Doctor, how is she doing?"

The doctor in a white coat glanced at Rong Jincheng and said in a calm voice: "The high fever is going down, but the baby cannot be saved. A high fever will also have a great impact on the baby. Family members should pay attention to the patient's mood and beware of postpartum depression.

"

Rong Jincheng looked at the ward. On the bed, Han Yurou was lying quietly, as if she was awake.

"Where is your lord?" Rong Jincheng asked in a calm voice.

"You are fine, you have a cold and a fever. The high fever should be gone by tomorrow, but it is best to be hospitalized for observation. You must take good care of the patient, otherwise the root cause of the disease will be left and it will be difficult to get pregnant in the future." The doctor said, "But the patient is young and has recovered.

It should be quick, just take some time. Are you her boyfriend or a family member?"

Rong Jincheng was listening carefully to the doctor's words, and he was startled when the doctor suddenly asked such a question.

After a while, he said calmly: "Friend."

"Oh, it's good to have someone to take care of you. Call me if you need anything. I'll go to another ward first."

"Yeah." Rong Jincheng watched the doctor leave.

Jinyuan's servant looked at Rong Jincheng and said worriedly: "Master Rong, your clothes are wet, take them off and change them."

Rong Jincheng didn't reply, clenched his fists and walked to the ward.

He stood beside the hospital bed and looked down at Han Yurou on the bed.

The woman's cheeks were flushed, her hair was a little messy, and her brows were furrowed, as if she was in pain.
Chapter completed!