NOVPUBChapter 302: 302, Young Miss Vomited (1)_1
Chapter 302: 302, Young Miss Vomited (1)_1
Evening
In the ward
“Beep– Beep– Beep”
A frail sound emitted from the machine echoed in the room.
Black Jack sat in front of the bed, staring intently at the person sleeping on it, his azure eyes filled with bloodshot veins. His clothes were stained with blood, showing that he’d hurried back immediately after attending to his wounds.
He was holding Jian Luo’s hand, his deep blue eyes lacked the usual arrogant intensity, giving an overall impression of disrepair.
At that moment, Bai Jue pushed the door and came in.
He checked on Jian Luo and then turned to look at Black Jack.
“You’re injured too. Go get yourself treated first. I’ve had some clothes sent over for you.”
Black Jack shook his head, his voice hoarse. “No.”
Unless he saw Jian Luo wake up, he didn’t want to go anywhere.
Bai Jue sighed lightly, patted his shoulder, “Jian Qing has already made arrangements at Manor, she will come to take Jian Luo back later. You should clean up first and then we can all go back together.”
The facilities at the Manor were more adequate than the hospital. Besides, the virus cure inside Jian Luo couldn’t be cleared up instantly, so it would be better for him to return to the Manor.
Despite Bai Jue’s words, Black Jack still made no effort to respond.
Bai Jue looked at him, feeling a headache coming on, and brutally pulled him up.
“Black Jack, just look at yourself now. If Jian Luo were to wake up, he wouldn’t want to see you in this state. If you knock yourself out, what would he do?”
Black Jack’s dark blue gaze shifted a little. “I understand.”
Bai Jue let out a sigh of relief, releasing him and thrusting the clothes on the sofa into his arms.
“First, go freshen up. I will watch over Jian Luo.”
Black Jack gave Jian Luo a lower glance before quickly heading towards the bathroom in the ward.
Hearing the sound of running water in the bathroom, Bai Jue’s furrowed brows finally relaxed a bit.
He pulled over a chair to sit down, took out an M2 virus antidote from his pocket, and while looking at the liquid oscillating inside the bottle, fell into deep thought.
Out of the blue, footsteps sounded at the doorway.
Bai Jue tidied up the antidote and turned to look.
It was Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu who had returned.
“Bai Jue, what’s the situation? Can Luoluo be moved now?” Jian Qing walked over, her eyes filled with concern as they fell on Jian Luo’s pale face.
Bai Jue nodded lightly, “Yes, but we must be careful.”
Jian Luo’s wounds were on his back, which had been stitched up not long ago. If care was not taken, they run the risk of re-opening.
“Where’s Black Jack?” Jian Qing looked around and asked.
“I sent him to clean himself up.” Bai Jue pointed to the nearby bathroom.
The moment he had finished speaking, the bathroom door opened.
Black Jack came out with wet hair, his clothes already changed.
Bai Jue saw that everyone had arrived and said, “Let’s go.”
“I’ll carry him.” Black Jack declared, wanting to stop Bai Jue.
Bai Jue looked at his wet hair and gave him a glance. “You should dry your hair first, otherwise you’ll get Jian Luo wet.”
Not to mention, currently, Jian Luo couldn’t move and had to lie on the bed to be moved.
Black Jack noticed the damp spots on the blanket and reluctantly let go.
Bai Jue found a smaller bed and with Quan Jingwu’s help, moved Jian Luo onto it. Black Jack quickly dried his hair and hurried to help push the bed.
Jian Family’s private plane was already waiting on the hospital helipad. They took the elevator up to the helipad, then boarded the plane and took off.
By the time the plane landed at the Manor, it was already in the evening.
Qin Bo was assisting Grandpa in waiting outside. As soon as he saw the plane land, he quickly went up to meet it.
“Grandpa!”
Jian Qing was the first to disembark. Seeing Grandpa walking quickly towards her, she reached out to support him.
“Where is Luoluo?”
Grandpa looked nervously at the plane interior, asking anxiously.
The next moment, Bai Jue and Black Jack came out, pushing the medical bed. Seeing the feeble figure of Jian Luo on it made Grandpa’s eyes instantly redden.
“Luoluo!”
“Grandpa, it’s quite windy outside. Let’s go inside first.” Jian Qing supported Grandpa.
Grandpa absentmindedly nodded, “Hurry. Everything is ready in the room.”
After settling Jian Luo in his room, Bai Jue went to the adjacent room to research the antidote for the drug.
“Miss, dinner is ready.” Qin Bo announced.
“Has Black Jack’s been sent over?” Jian Qing rubbed her temples, feeling her head was somewhat heavy.
Qin Bo nodded, “It has been sent, and to Young Master Bai Jue as well.”
“Little Qingqing, you two should hurry and eat.” Grandpa urged.
Jian Qing was about to shake her head when Quan Jingwu pulled her away.
Looking at the food on the table, Jian Qing didn’t have the slightest appetite.
Quan Jingwu pulled out a chair and sit down, stretching out his big hand, signaling her to sit on his lap.
“Xiaojing, I don’t want to eat.”
She buried her face in his neck, muttering.
Quan Jingwu’s brows lightly furrowed as his defined fingers gently smoothed her long hair. “Good girl, don’t make me worry, okay?”
She had drawn so much blood today, and she was pale as a ghost, how could she not eat?
Jian Qing’s lips tightened, her tender cheeks pressed against his neck, she almost imperceptibly nodded.
Quan Jingwu lifted a bowl of nourishing soup, took a spoonful, and held it to her lips.
Jian Qing lifted her head and drank it.
After drinking half a bowl, she furrowed her brows, feeling nausea in her stomach, she suddenly jumped off Quan Jingwu’s lap and ran into the bathroom.
“Good girl!”
Quan Jingwu’s amethyst eyes instantly darkened, he put down the bowl and quickly followed her.
By the time he reached the bathroom, Jian Qing’s hands were braced against the washstand, violently vomiting.
“Good girl, what’s wrong? Where are you uncomfortable?”
He put his arm around her, letting her lean against his chest, his gaze locked onto her. His voice was filled with worry, making it sound hoarse.
Jian Qing smiled in reassurance, but her damp eyes only made him more anxious.
“It’s okay.”
“Get Bai Jue.” Quan Jingwu suddenly lifted her in his arms and swiftly left the washroom.
Jian Qing leaned powerlessly against his chest with her eyes half-closed.
The commotion between the two quickly alerted Grandpa.
“Qin Bo, what’s going on?”
“Miss threw up.” Qin Bo came back, his face solemn.
Upon hearing this, Grandpa was shocked, “How could this be? Wasn’t she just fine?”
Luoluo still hadn’t woken up, and now Little Qingqing was also falling ill.
