Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

Mingcheng Hospital.

Rescue in the top ward is endless. The family owner of the top chaebol Shishi in the imperial capital is in critical condition. The hospital has gathered all the strength for consultation and discussion, but there is no way after all.

Shi Qingjue held the phone tightly.

He would take a look at the news after a while, anxiously waiting for Jing Shige’s reply, and now he can only hope that the sometimes overwhelming information will bring her to see Grandpa one last time…

“Beep—”

The phone message prompt sounded suddenly.

Shi Qingjue checked immediately, but only received two indifferent words, without a reason, “No answer.”

Upon seeing this, the man’s ink-stained eyes sank.

He pressed his lips tightly, his long body leaned lightly against the white wall of the hospital corridor, and looked up at the ward with the emergency lights on.

“Little master, sir, shouldn’t he really…”

Ji Lin was nervous and sweaty. He paced back and forth anxiously, looking at Shi Qingjue with some bewilderment.

Shi Qingjue closed his eyes and said nothing.

Now that Jing Shige was unwilling to take his orders, Bo Yucheng ignored him, and his own intelligence network couldn’t find any news about Shi Qinglan, as if it had been deliberately hidden.

“Grandpa… is there really no way?” Shi Qingjue’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, her voice a little hoarse.

He slowly opened his eyes. Perhaps he had spent too long in the hospital day and night, his eyebrows and eyes were tired, his eyes were also covered with red blood, and his eyes were a little scarlet.

“Miss Liu is a member of the Medical Research Institute, and even she said that there is no way, I am afraid…” Ji Lin did not continue.

The Miss Liu he mentioned was Liu Wanshuang, who was entrusted to the Shi family after losing her parents a few years ago.

Her eyebrows resemble Shi Qinglan’s mother, and her talents in the medical field resemble Shi Qinglan’s father, so Shi Fu agreed to raise her temporarily.

“There are still many cutting-edge doctors in the Academy of Medicine, and there will definitely be a way.” Shi Qingjue’s eyes drooped slightly, and he squeezed an empty fist against his forehead, the breath of the whole body was cold and depressed.

Ji Lin didn’t hope it was so.

He sighed with vicissitudes of eyebrows…

The corridors of the hospital fell into silence, only the sound of rescue in the ward one after another, and the helpless sobbing of Liu Wanshuang.

Shi Qingjue frowned slightly, and was about to find a way to contact the Academy of Medicine, but Ji Lin’s eyes flashed brightly, “Little Master, I thought there might be a way for someone alone.”

“Who?” Shi Qingjue’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Ji Lin looked at him vigorously, “You have seen it, I probably know where to find her.”

…

Mingcheng High School.

Shen Ruxue quickly won everyone’s sympathy, as if Shi Qinglan was almost buried in the fire and was forgotten in an instant, instead focusing on the misfortune and sadness of the arsonist…

“Ruxue, you have to pay close attention to the courses these days, and if you have any questions, you can always come to the teacher to make up.”

After class, Liao Hongmei deliberately walked to Shen Ruxue’s desk and patted her on the shoulder, “Teacher believes you.”

Shen Ruxue’s eyes were red from crying during class.

She raised her pitiful eyes and sucked her nose gently, “Thank you, teacher, I won’t affect my study.”

Liao Hongmei smiled relievedly, “Teacher knows that you have always been a good boy, unlike some people… You can’t keep up with your academic performance, and you know that you are pulling others back every day.”

As she said, she squinted and glanced coldly.

However, the girl didn’t bother to pay attention to her. Liao Hongmei’s eyes remained on Shen Ruxue, “Next week will be a model of the college entrance examination. The whole city will take the entrance examination. You have to work hard.”