Two cute babies: Mr. Si loves his wife too much

After finishing these things, Si Mohan felt relieved for no reason, then he looked around and found that there was no one around him, so he slowly sat on the wooden chair by the corridor, his heart fell silent for no reason.

At this time, Jiang Ye was already busy again, he knew that this matter would not be settled so quickly, so he could only try his best as a doctor to save people.

It was not until about ten minutes later that Cheng Simu walked in with a tall and muscular man.

"Hello, Zhou Zenian." The first thing the man did when he entered the door was to say hello to Si Mohan. Normally, he would not be so proactive, but because of Su Qian and Cheng Simu, Zhou Zenian was still very friendly at this time. .

Seeing this, Si Mohan also extended his hand in return. He didn't know Zhou Zenian's true identity, and he only learned from Su Qian that he was also an excellent surgeon, so the two looked at Cheng Simu after their eyes collided.

"Boy from the Si family, don't worry. I asked. Zhe Xi's child is not hopeless. As long as he finds a suitable bone marrow transplant, the survival rate can still reach 40.00%."

Cheng Simu said softly after pondering for a while.

Hearing this, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Si Mohan's mouth, and he was just about to speak, but an unexplained sharp pain in his chest caught him off guard!

Si Mohan quickly squatted down on the ground, coughing continuously, his face turned pale for a while, his eyes were bloodshot and cloudy, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he fell face up on the ground!

"Boy from the Si family!" Seeing this, Cheng Simu had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and quickly stepped forward to support Si Mohan's head to prevent him from being injured again.

But Zhou Zenian was even more straightforward. He grabbed Si Mohan by the collar and lifted him up slightly, then hugged him and walked to the nearest wooden chair, quickly untied Si Mohan's clothes, Watch his pupils.

At this time, Cheng Simu asked in astonishment: "What happened to him? Why did he faint suddenly?"

Zhou Zenian didn't speak, just took out the medical bag he was carrying with him and threw it on the ground, observing Si Mohan's face intently, then dug out the acupuncture inside, and stabbed at the acupoints on Si Mohan's chest and top of his head without hesitation.

Seeing this, Cheng Simu didn't speak, but waited anxiously, she knew that as long as Zhou Zenian was around, Si Mohan would be fine.

Sure enough, after waiting for about 10 minutes, Si Mohan's lips had slowly returned to blood. Although he hadn't woken up yet, he looked much better.

"Is he sick or what?" At this time, Cheng Simu asked again.

But Zhou Zenian shook his head slowly and said: "Physical illness is just an inducement. He looks very tired. Maybe it's because of the pressure during this time, he didn't rest well, and the blood in his body is surging, but it's not just like that. If I guessed right If so, Si Mohan must have been poisoned, and it's been a long time."

"What!" Cheng Simu was shocked and angry when she heard the words. She couldn't believe that someone like Si Mohan could still be poisoned. Could it be that the security guards around him were just decorations?If even he could be calculated to be like this behind his back, then ordinary people would have died long ago!
But Zhou Zenian was not surprised at all, and even replied jokingly: "Godmother, you may be surprised, but in my opinion, I can poison him once a day, and no one can find out."