The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 289 - 182: Wanwan, a hoarse voice resounded in the hospital room

Chapter 289: Chapter 182: Wanwan, a hoarse voice resounded in the hospital room

Realizing who the woman inside was, not only the main doctor in his forties, but a senior nurse behind her had reacted even quicker, covering her own mouth, almost in astonishment and even some stupor, muttering to herself, "Could it be... that that’s Second Lady Ning, Ning Wan? How is that possible?"

Although there hasn’t been much news about Ning Wan in recent years, and she had nearly faded into anonymity, the once sensational story of Ning Wan chasing Xi Mohan for over a decade, especially when their hospital belonged to the Xi Group, naturally made them more attentive to these bits and pieces about their boss.

What they marveled at the most, undoubtedly, was the perseverance Ning Wan exhibited over those years, even though Mr. Xi eventually chose not the Second Lady Ning, but Eldest Lady Ning, Ning Yan’er.

However, many people had gone online to search for photos of Ning Wan after learning her story and found her to be very beautiful, and even more so the more you looked at her. Many thought she was even prettier than Ning Yan’er, especially when everyone later knew she was very much out of favor in the Ning family. In admiration and sympathy, most people became direct fans of Ning Wan.

The speaking nurse was one of those who greatly admired Ning Wan for her perseverance, but she simply couldn’t reconcile the pale, unhealthily thin woman in the hospital room with the goddess they revered in stories.

The doctor in his forties pensively dropped a hint that seemed to awaken them, "Just look at the name on the medical record, then you’ll know whether the person in the room is Second Lady Ning or not," and after saying that, he turned and walked towards the office.

Since it was confirmed that the person inside was Second Lady Ning, and given Mr. Xi’s apparently very concerned attitude, and most importantly, that the child Second Lady Ning had lost was almost certainly Mr. Xi’s, they had to maintain an even more rigorous attitude now.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t only risk losing their jobs, but might also find themselves without a place in An City in the future.

They firmly believed that Xi Mohan had the power to blacklist any of them... even if he wanted to blacklist everyone, he was fully capable.

The nurses hurriedly flipped through the medical record, which indeed listed the patient’s information as Ning Wan, corresponding to the ID found on the woman in the hospital room.

The hospital room was very quiet, with only the sounds emitted by the machines. As Xi Mohan walked into the room, his gaze immediately fell on the woman lying in the bed.

The familiar face, as if missed in countless days and nights, his initially brisk steps gradually slowed, as if he feared the person before him might disappear.

In that moment, Xi Mohan felt a sharp pang in his chest, painful and uncomfortable, like a caged beast, looking at that bloodless, barely fleshy face, his breathing momentarily seemed robbed, his throat as if blocked by something.

Wanwan... a hoarse voice emerged in the hospital room, very softly, as if whispering to oneself.

...

Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen had dinner and then planned to go back to the hospital to take care of Ning Wan. She had finally found her, and moreover, Ning Wan had a mild concussion and had even... miscarried a child, she could not rest easy.

During the meal, her emotions were continuously tense, and only relaxed when she sat in Lu Jingchen’s car, eventually falling asleep unknowingly.

Lu Jingchen, looking at Song Qiao who had fallen asleep in the car, was very aware of how exhausted she was lately. He thought for a moment and decided to turn the car around towards the villa.

As for Ning Wan in the hospital, he was not worried, knowing that Xi Mohan had already gone there and had even called to inform him; he believed that Xi Mohan would personally, or send someone to take good care of Ning Wan.

After waking from her sleep, it was already past three in the morning. Sitting up abruptly, as if she had had a nightmare, her breathing was rapid from the start.

Lu Jingchen, who had been sleeping beside her, naturally woke up as well, sitting up immediately and switching on the bedside lamp. Seeing Song Qiao with cold sweat on her forehead, he frowned, quickly extending his arms to embrace her, "What’s wrong? Had a nightmare? Don’t be afraid, Qiaoqiao, I’m here..."

It took Song Qiao a while to stabilize her breathing, looking around, she realized she was in her very familiar bedroom. Suddenly remembering Ning Wan in the hospital, she immediately struggled out of Lu Jingchen’s embrace, and the next second threw off the covers preparing to get out of bed.

Lu Jingchen, quick to react, grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his arms, frowning and asking, "Qiaoqiao, where are you going at this late hour?"

"Ning Wan is still in the hospital, how could I be at home? I need to take care of her..." Right now, her mind is full of thoughts about Ning Wan. Whenever she thinks about Ning Wan covered in blood, her heart starts to ache painfully.

Up until now, she still feels like it’s all just a dream, believing that in reality, Wanwan, who is always lively and self-reliant, couldn’t possibly end up so destitute and... in such a sorry state.

Lu Jingchen lowered his gaze to her slightly confused face that didn’t seem to be fully awake and said in a deep voice that merged with the night, "It’s already past three in the morning, and visiting hours at the hospital are over. You might not even be allowed to see Ning Wan if you go now. Qiaoqiao, I’ve already made arrangements for her at the hospital. There will be a dedicated nurse to take care of her. Don’t worry, okay?"

Song Qiao, still a bit disoriented, stared at the bedsheet in front of her as if she only just realized, turned to look at the wall clock, and indeed it was already three-thirty in the morning. She stretched her hand to brush through her long hair, feeling uncomfortable all over due to the sweat, and finally she spoke, "Hmm, I’ve sweated a lot, I want to take a shower."

She naturally believes that Lu Jingchen would take care of everything for Ning Wan. In fact, it was just her overwhelming worry for Ning Wan, fearing something might happen to her...

"Okay." Lu Jingchen didn’t say much else, just nodded and let go of her, but he then threw the covers aside and got out of bed on the other side, adding, "I’ll go down and prepare some food for you since you haven’t eaten much tonight."

Saying this, he directly walked out of the bedroom.

As the bedroom door closed, Song Qiao remained sitting on the bed for a while before slowly getting up. However, she didn’t head straight for the bathroom, but walked towards the balcony instead.

When Lu Jingchen came up carrying a bowl of noodles, just as Song Qiao came out of the shower, her long, wet hair dripping with water, he placed the noodles on the table and fetched a hairdryer from the closet.

Returning, Lu Jingchen stood next to the sofa, raising his eyebrows slightly as he stared right at her, "Come and eat the noodles first, I’ll dry your hair, and then you can sleep a bit more, it’s still early before dawn."

After her shower, Song Qiao immediately wore a tank top dress, as it was quite hot in An City now. Although the air conditioner inside was on and the temperature was just right, the sweat she had earlier made her subconsciously choose a lightweight sleep dress. At this moment, perhaps feeling the intensity of the man’s gaze, she instinctively wanted to avoid his eyes and slowly lowered her head as she walked over and sat down on the sofa.

The noodles on the table looked good, topped with a sunny-side-up egg, some char siu, and a few slices of greens. Perhaps genuinely hungry, Song Qiao’s appetite surged as she looked at the noodles in front of her and she immediately picked up the chopsticks to eat.

Lu Jingchen stood behind her, plugged in the hairdryer, and carefully started drying her hair.

...

Meanwhile, in the hospital room where Ning Wan was, a man in a black suit had been sitting beside the bed, staring straight at the woman lying there, remaining in that position for hours.

Since coming here in the afternoon, except going out for one meal, he had stayed in the room the whole time.

Ning Wan’s eyes were tightly shut, but suddenly her brow furrowed as if she was experiencing immense pain out of nowhere, her eyebrows knitted together, hands gripping the sheets tightly, lips moved as she murmured weakly, "Qiaoqiao... it hurts... it really hurts..."

The man, who had been sitting still like a statue, seemed suddenly jolted by her voice. His eyes moved, directly fixing on Ning Wan, noticing the change in her expression, he immediately sat upright and took her pale hands into his, raising his other hand to adjust the hair on her forehead. It seemed he didn’t quite hear what she said and asked directly, "What’s wrong? Wanwan?"

"It hurts... Qiaoqiao... I’m in pain... my stomach hurts... my child... save... save my child..." Her voice was fragmented, exceedingly weak and soft, yet it directly penetrated Xi Mohan’s ears.

Child...

Xi Mohan’s heart felt like it was viciously seized by a hand, then mercilessly carved with a knife, slowly turning the faint pain into a sharp, clear agony, enveloping him completely, no matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t break free.

Even then, the next moment he suddenly felt as if his breath was being stolen, causing a distinct feeling of suffocation.