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1522 trash

Two weeks later.

Xuelan province’s Tongxin hospital.

The door of the intensive care unit was carefully pushed open from the outside.

A doctor wearing a mask and a white coat walked in. His eyes under his glasses flashed with a strange cold light, and there was an invisible ruthlessness.

He looked at the bump on the bed and sneered under the mask.

He took his hand out of the pocket of his white coat, and the fluorescent blue liquid in the syringe looked particularly strange.

He quietly came to the bedside.

As long as he injected it into the infusion bag, he would have 20 million dollars in his hands.

“I advise you not to do that.”

Just as the other party thought that victory was in his grasp, a bone-chilling voice suddenly came from behind him, instantly shocking him!

When did the person behind me arrive?

He actually didn’t feel it at all?

Just as he was thinking about this, his eyes suddenly became vicious. He turned his hand and punched, but before he could touch the other party, a strong force had already attacked his strange place!

With a muffled thump, the man was already half-kneeling on the ground in pain, the veins on his forehead twisting.

Jiang Xibao snorted arrogantly.

“Trash!”

Bai Xi looked at the man who was kneeling on the ground and covering his mouth, and sneered.

How many times had it been in the past two weeks?

He still didn’t give up?

The man who was called trash was speechless.

Lin Hanxing walked in from outside, holding a bouquet of lilac roses in his arms. His fair, palm-sized face was expressionless, even the mole at the corner of his eye seemed a little cold.

She didn’t even look at the man and just put the trimmed roses into the vase by the bed.

Her movements were elegant.

“I won’t say anything ...”

The man knew that he had fallen into someone else’s trap.

“No one asked you to speak, just shut up!”

Before the man could finish, Bai Xi had already taken the lead. Because there had been too many people who wanted to kill Chen Xi in the past two weeks, she had long been trained to deal with this kind of trash.

“......”

Lin Hanxing acted as if he didn’t hear anything. He only turned to look at the man who was still kneeling on the ground after he had put all the flowers in place.

Outside the door, people from Hua Ji had already surrounded it.

Before the man could do anything, Lin Hanxing’s eyes swept over him, and he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

“Fourteen days. You’re the seventh.”

Lin Hanxing said indifferently.

On average, there was one every two days, which was enough to show the second Princess Consort’s urgency.

Before the man could understand what she meant, his eyes suddenly blurred, and the syringe that was originally filled with fluorescent blue liquid was now in her hands!

In the next second, before he could even react, he felt a sharp pain in his neck ...

“Buried?”

Zuo Xiangdong walked in, as if he wanted to deal with it the same way as the previous few.

“No,” she said.

Lin Hanxing threw the empty syringe aside and took the wet tissue from Jiang Xibao to wipe his hands.

“Send it to the second Princess Consort.”

Looking at the time, song Zhiyun’s face should be pretty old by now. It was time to send her a message.

Thinking of this, Lin Hanxing’s lips curved into a cold smile.

The group of Hua Ji’s men who came with Zuo Xiangdong felt their heads tighten!

“Alright!”

Zuo Xiangdong took her away after he finished speaking.

The ward returned to its usual silence.

A click.

The moment the secret door opened, a thin figure sitting in a wheelchair came into view.

Her white hair was like snow, but she was a beauty.

Even though it was not the first time he had seen this, Lin Hanxing’s fingers still trembled slightly.

“The flowers are very beautiful.”

Song Chenxi’s face was as white as paper. Against her white hair, she looked even weaker.

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