Shang Lingxiao coughed twice again, looking very imaginary.

"Azhi, no matter what you say, I saw it with my own eyes. We are brothers, and I know you don't want to admit it because of your respect. It doesn't matter. As long as my father can be rescued well, it is better than anything else. The rest are nothing. "

His face is also very bad, and there is a faint dark blue under his eye sockets.

He just looked at Bo Xingzhi listlessly, as if he was some kind of aggrieved and pitiful victim.

Bo Xingzhi was so distracted by his appearance that he wanted to slap him a few times.

But he held back.

This Shang Lingxiao is very good at disguise, and his acting skills are excellent. You can't fall into his trap.

Taking the road of green tea leaves green tea with nowhere to go.

"Brother, you are right. Since you are not in good health, go back and rest. I have everything here. After all, I have RH negative blood. I don't know what blood type Big Brother is? Is this the same?" Bo Xingzhi hooked his lips , a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Shang Lingxiao nodded, "We are worthy of being brothers, it's just a coincidence that we all inherited this blood type."

Bo Xingzhi slightly pressed his brows, his handsome face was full of concern, and he no longer spoke coldly to Shang Lingxiao before.

"Brother stayed all night last night. If you don't want to go back, I can also ask Cheng Ye to open a suite in the hotel for you nearby. You can go to have a good rest and come to the hospital at any time."

Play good bro, who wouldn't?

Bo Xingzhi endured the nausea in his heart and said words that made him physically nauseated.

"Yes, Young Master Bo really cares about Young Master Shang!"

"It's really gratifying to see the brothers get along so well!"

"Yeah, yeah! The president will be happy when he finds out in the ICU."

The group of crazy wallflowers around started whispering there again, as if only in this way can both sides not be offended and both sides can please.

At this moment, Ruan Su walked to the door of the ICU with several medical staff.

From a distance, I could see Bo Xingzhi's tall figure and Shang Lingxiao's haggard figure, and Shang Lingxiao's coughing could not stop.

Ruan Su frowned slightly and walked over, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Do you have a cold?"

"I might have caught a cold last night." When Shang Lingxiao saw Ruan Su, who was wearing a white coat, he couldn't help but coughed a few times.

"If you have a cold, you can't get blood transfusions." Ruan Su said, clasping his wrist and starting to help him take his pulse.

Shang Lingxiao was secretly shocked, he didn't expect Ruan Su to help him see a doctor so unexpectedly.

Immediately, he rejoiced in his heart, fortunately, he was really sick.

Sure enough, Ruan Su let go of his wrist after a few minutes, "As expected, it's a cold, just take some cold medicine. You don't have to worry."

After Ruan Su verified his condition, Shang Lingxiao's filial piety was even more established.

"Prepare to perform surgery on the president later. Husband, brother, you can't get blood transfusion, so you can prepare at any time. Don't go far." Ruan Su glanced at Bo Xingzhi and said softly.

The sound of "husband" was crisp, and it made Bo Xingzhi's heart itch Susu.

She seldom called him that in front of people, but the sudden cry made him feel comfortable.

It doesn't matter if the president is disgusting or not, or he will die.

I just hope that Xiao Su can call him two more times.

Soon, the nurses sent the president directly from the ICU to the operating room.

At this time, other doctors in the hospital were also paying attention to the situation in the operating room.

"I heard that Ruan Suzhen received the operation from the president."

"It's really speechless, this woman is so arrogant, as if she can't get through the hospital without her." Jing Baizhi pouted, with a look of disdain on her face.

A female doctor whispered, "I heard that the doctors recommended her for this operation."

Jing Baizhi glanced at the female doctor, with a hint of displeasure in her voice, "Really? Then she can also refuse to answer! I think she did it on purpose to show off."

"But, maybe." The female doctor didn't dare to argue with her, so she stopped talking immediately. "I'll go check the room."

After she left, Jing Baizhi yawned lazily, "Why don't we go to the door of the operating room to take a look?"

Maybe even a joke or something.

After all... There must be some media reporters and the like for such a showy thing as performing surgery on the president.

"Yes, yes, we should go and cheer for Dr. Ruan's surgery!"

"Doctor Jing is right, let's go."

So Jing Baizhi took a few doctors and went straight to the door of the operating room.

Ruan Su was preparing for the operation. Just after changing into the surgical gown, she heard a nurse blocking her voice at the door, "I'm sorry, Doctor Jing, this operating room is waiting for Doctor Ruan to use it. You can't go in now."

"I'm also a doctor in the hospital." Jing Baizhi frowned and looked at the little nurse unhappily, "Besides, the president is my uncle. I usually go in and out of the presidential palace. Why don't I go in and see if he can't?"

The little nurse said to her depressedly. "There are regulations in the hospital, Doctor Jing, don't make things difficult for me."

"That's fine. I just want to be concerned about the president's situation." Jing Baizhi didn't continue to make trouble.

"Mr. President is in a coma now, and he won't know if you go in." The little nurse muttered softly and slammed the door of the operating room.

This Jing Baizhi is really ridiculous! There are rules in the hospital. Does she still want to come in and point fingers?

Ruan Su didn't care about Jing Baizhi's messy operation.

Her heart is all about surgery.

Middle-aged and elderly diseases are generally chronic, and most of them are syndromes that do not easily develop.

She personally saw an elderly man in his 60s suffer from epilepsy not long after the craniotomy.

So the president is also very likely to cause epilepsy.

There may also be other symptoms, which is why so many doctors are reluctant to operate on him. The complications are terrible.

Outside the operating room, there were already a lot of staff, as well as some bodyguards and media personnel.

Media reporters carried long guns and short cannons and aimed at the operating room to report in real time.

"It is reported that our Mr. President is in the operating room for rescue. The doctor in charge of the operation is his daughter-in-law Ruan Su, whom he has always disliked." The reporter turned around and asked Bo Xingzhi next to him while reporting, "Young Master Bo, I say that you don't. Are you angry?"

Bo Xingzhi glanced at him lightly, "You are telling the truth, he really doesn't like my wife."

"That's good." After the reporter finished speaking, he wanted to interview Bo Xingzhi cheekily, "Can I ask you a few questions?"

"No." Bo Xingzhi coldly and directly refused.

The reporter sneered and didn't say anything more, then walked up to Shang Lingxiao, "Shang Shao, can I interview you? I hope you can cooperate with me, okay?"

Very humble attitude.

In order to get first-hand news is also a fight.

Shang Lingxiao looked at him gently, and coughed again, "Yes. What do you want to ask?"

The reporter hurriedly asked questions, and the questions were thrown out like a barrage of cannons. "Oh, it's like this. How is the president doing now? Is there a good chance of recovery after the operation? Did Dr. Ruan arrange the operation for him by the hospital or did she volunteer?"

He asked several times in a row, showing a general attitude that he was afraid that Shang Lingxiao would not cooperate.

Shang Lingxiao coughed twice, and then answered with a very weak face, "I don't know what the probability of my father's recovery is, because I am not a doctor. You can ask Dr. Ruan this question and let her answer it. You guys. As for the doctor in charge, Ruan Su, this... it should be arranged by the hospital."

"Young Master Shang, are you ill? We are live streaming. Do you want to tell the fans in the live broadcast room? Why is the president sick this time?

Shang Lingxiao glanced hesitantly at the ruthless Bo Xingzhi who was standing on the side, "Actually, I know that there are some rumors that Azhiqi got my father, they are just ordinary bickering between father and son, and the upper and lower teeth will still be broken. Knock it, let alone father and son. Just like most people get angry and quarrel with their father at home. I hope everyone will stop spreading those rumors."

Bo Xingzhi: "?"

Who spread the rumour? Are you the one who spread rumors here?

No one paid attention to why the president was sick, right?

Because it is a live broadcast, there are also many online fans in this live broadcast room.

After they heard Shang Lingxiao say this, the live broadcast room exploded instantly.

"I wipe? Is it thin?"

"Pissed off the president? So the daughter-in-law came to clean up the mess?"

"I don't think so... What Shang Shao said is not necessarily true."

"If it's not true, Young Master Bo is right beside him! Why doesn't he refute?"

Thanks to the businessman Ling Xiao, #Bo Xingzhi made the president angry to the hospital# directly on the hot search.

Bo Xingzhi stared at the real-time hot search news on his mobile phone. As soon as his face darkened, he walked over to the reporter and said to the camera, "I'm sorry, I have to say a few words. Thank you eldest brother for clarifying the rumors for me, my father's body was not originally. Very good, the illness this time was just an accident. Please don't believe or spread rumors. Everything is based on the official diagnosis and operation results released by the hospital, thank you."

How ridiculous!

Do you think you won't fight back if you drink green tea in front of the camera?

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Shang Lingxiao.

Shang Lingxiao sat there wearing thin clothes, his face looked very ugly, and he didn't know whether it was because of illness or anger.

Anyway, after Bo Xingzhi finished speaking, he sat directly on the bench opposite and didn't talk to Ling Xiao any more.

The reporter was also embarrassed for a moment. He glanced at Shang Lingxiao awkwardly, and continued the interview bluntly, "Young Master Shang, you seem to be seriously ill, why don't you go back to rest?"