Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1190: Sent Back to the Emergency Room Again
"Don’t leave me, Xi Ge."
"Let’s go home... go home."
"Don’t..."
"Xiaohan? Xiaohan? What’s wrong with you?"
"Xi...Ge? Who’s that?" The person in white listened in utter confusion.
"Is he having a nightmare? I’ll go get a doctor, you keep an eye on him." Saying this, the person in white dashed out of the ward.
"Xi Ge... don’t."
It seemed he really was having a nightmare as the person in white had said; his pale face was covered in cold sweat.
"Xiaohan?"
"Xiaohan."
"Wake up."
Qing Yi called to him repeatedly, each call louder and more anxious than the last.
"Xi Ge!"
Mu Han shouted loudly, his eyes suddenly snapping open.
The bloodshot eyes were filled with terror and fear.
"Xiaohan." Qing Yi exclaimed with joy.
But soon he couldn’t be happy anymore.
He watched Mu Han stare blankly upwards, unresponsive, not even blinking, his heart filled with dread again.
"...Xiaohan?"
He tentatively called out to him.
"..."
"Xiaohan, don’t scare me, look at me."
His hand once again cupped Mu Han’s face, trembling with fear.
"Xiaohan? What’s wrong with you, say something."
Just as Qing Yi was about to lose his mind from panic, the unresponsive Mu Han let out a pained groan.
Immediately his expression twisted in agony, his hand clutching at his chest, gripping his shirt tightly over his heart.
The next moment, blood gushed from his mouth, instantly staining his neck and chin red.
"Xiaohan."
Qing Yi was terrified, losing all composure.
"What’s wrong with you?" He held Mu Han’s face in his hands, the blood quickly dyeing his hands red.
Qing Yi hurriedly pressed the emergency bell by the bed.
"Doctor, doctor."
He turned his head and yelled loudly outside.
"Xiaohan, don’t scare me, what’s happening to you."
"Ah..."
Mu Han opened his blood-filled mouth wide, his shirt over his chest clenched tightly in his hand.
"Cough, cough..."
Mu Han, choking on his own blood, began to cough violently, splattering his face with blood.
His chest heaved rapidly, unable to breathe because he was choking on his blood.
He hammered his chest twice, wishing he could rip his heart out due to the unbearable pain.
But it wasn’t a physical ailment; it was heartache.
"Xiaohan, Xiaohan." Qing Yi grabbed the hand Mu Han was using to hit his chest.
Mu Han seemed unable to hear Qing Yi’s words or see his distress, his eyes wide, blood continuously pouring from his mouth.
"Ah ah..."
He seemed to want to say something, but the blood kept gushing from his throat, allowing him only to let out a roar.
The person in white returned with the doctor and nurse, startled at the sight of Mu Han’s condition.
The doctor immediately stepped forward to assess the situation and seeing Mu Han tightly clutching his chest, instantly concluded he must be having another heart problem.
"Quick, take him to the emergency room, call Doctor Weng Te over."
Soon, Mu Han was taken into the emergency room.
Outside the emergency room, Qing Yi, covered in injuries and with bandages wrapped around his head, was trembling all over, unable to sit still.
"Calm down, don’t panic, don’t panic."
The person in white was also quite frightened, but continued to comfort Qing Yi.
They had thought this would be a long and agonizing wait, but unexpectedly, after just over forty minutes, the emergency room door opened.
Qing Yi was stunned for two seconds, his heart dropping.
How did it happen so fast?
