Chapter 1136

The reporters didn't care whether Wen Zhiyuan was alive or dead. The more she screamed, the more excited everyone was.

I'm eager to push her. Maybe I can get some news when I don't choose my words.

At this time, the movement of the infusion room finally alerted the female doctor in the office.

She walked out quickly and was shocked to see the scene.

"Go away, don't pat me!"

The infusion needle on the back of Wen Zhiyuan's hand punctured the blood vessel because of her struggle, and the blood bead instantly dyed the back of her hand red.

She did not care about these, constantly dodging near the hospital bed.

"Brother Yan, brother Yan..."

She called out loud, but no one answered.

The female doctor was so scared that she quietly went back to her office and planned to call the police.

Some sharp eyed media saw her and rushed to her. Holding the microphone, they asked, "Hello, we are reporters. What's wrong with Wen Zhiyuan?"

"Yes, doctor. She's hiding here for treatment. Is she pregnant?"

The elderly female doctor saw the microphone and camera for the first time. She subconsciously straightened her skirt, gathered her hair, and said: "she has a wound in her abdomen, and is doing anti-inflammatory treatment here!"

There's a wound in the abdomen?! Is it a caesarean section?

It's so easy to think wrong!

At this moment, the eyes of the reporters were glowing, like a fox meeting meat.

They want to ask a few more questions, but someone outside yells, "keep up, don't let her run away!"

Wen zhiyuansheng is petite. When he mediates with reporters, he takes the opportunity to escape from the gap on the side of the bed.

She did not wear a coat, no shoes, open the door to run out, behind is the reporter chasing.

Wen Zhiyuan is very embarrassed. The hard ground and scattered stones stab her feet in a moment, but she dare not stop.

These reporters are crazy.

Someone must have designed her on purpose.

Wen Zhiyuan thought as he ran, but his eyes were full of anger and gloom.

Yan Shiqi!

It must be her.

All over the world, the only thing that can alarm so many media and paparazzi to chase her is Yan Shiqi.

In a rage, Wen Zhiyuan takes out his cell phone from his pocket with his teeth clenched, suffering from discomfort and pain like tearing of his abdomen.

But the movement in running made her unable to press the phone number accurately.

Just as Wen Zhiyuan was worried, a black van suddenly turned from the intersection ahead.

The reporters were about to catch up. The van stopped at Wen Zhiyuan's side with a sudden brake. The back door opened and the people inside murmured, "get on the bus!"

Wen Zhiyuan got in with his mobile phone in his hand, turned the car around, and disappeared at the end of the intersection in the blink of an eye.

The reporters ran nearly 100 meters, but still failed to catch up with Wen Zhiyuan.

Someone with a microphone standing in place panting, but did not forget to urge the camera to continue shooting, "that license plate number, take a picture?"

The camera is watching the playback, another media camera big brother voice deep voice cried, "I shot, this car block number plate, back to report him!"

On the van, Wen Zhiyuan sits on the floor, not in a mess.

The back of her hand is bright red blood, the socks on her feet are black, and there is a little bit of blood oozing.

At this time, the man sitting in the leather chair looked at Wen Zhiyuan with his eyebrows full of interest. He sneered: "without my protection, how can you live like a bereaved dog?"