Chapter 993

However, until it turned dark outside the window, it was past dinner time, and Jiao Yang didn't wait for a reply from Yan Yaru.

Support the arm of chin, suddenly a loose, head "bang" knock on the table.

"Hiss..."

Knead the forehead that is knocked, the brain of Jiao Yang, this just is sober.

Outside the window, it was already dark. I glanced at the clock on the desk. I fell asleep until nine o'clock.

The company's employees are off work early, the whole office building, silent only left clock ticking sound.

Unlock the phone screen, there is still no message and call information.

Frowning, he picked up the open papers on the desk, picked up the coat on the back of the chair, stood up and walked out of the office, dialing Yan Yaru's number.

I didn't return the text message or make a phone call. Even if I have a dinner to see the customer, it's more than nine o'clock. Should it be over soon?

In fact, if we don't have an agreement on business, it's possible that it will be delayed until early in the morning. But Jiao Yang can't wait any longer. He has to call Yan Yaru to confirm what's going on over there and ask himself if he has. Otherwise, he'll be troubled by insomnia again tonight.

The bottom of my heart is unconsciously with a bit of blame for Yan Yaru, what he is like to Tang wanwan, she doesn't know, even if it is busy, there should be time to send a text message, right?

However, when he picked up the phone, the complaint from the bottom of his heart disappeared.

"Hello, Mr. Jiao. It's me, Dr. Qiao."

It's Dr. Qiao, Yan Yaru's attending doctor, who answers the phone.

Yan Yaru is not socializing or talking about business. She is What's wrong?

"Hello, Dr. Qiao, Yaru, she..."

A heavy sigh confirmed Jiao Yang's guess.

"The patient has been suffering from heavy pressure all the year round, and his spirit is very fragile. He can't stand any stimulation any more..."

This word, almost every time accompany Yan Ya Ru to come to the hospital, Qiao doctor all want to say last time.

Jiao Yang is silent and hears the other side of the phone. Doctor Qiao opens his mouth with some reproach.

"As the patient's most trusted and valued friend, even if you are busy with your work, don't you even have a month to cooperate with her to receive two treatments? Do you know that the patient has a tendency to commit suicide now! "

Dr. Qiao said that Jiao Yang was at a loss.

He did not refuse to cooperate with yanyaru for treatment!

Wait!

Her treatment is to be carried out once every two weeks. Moreover, a few days ago, she has been asking herself when she will have time this week and whether she can accompany her for treatment.

Although I should, I didn't set a specific time with her

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"The set meal has been selected, and the treatment plan has been decided. But you have to be busy with your work as a reason for all kinds of excuses. If you want the needle to be busy, it's better not to agree at the beginning. We can also choose other treatment plans!"

Doctor Qiao's accusation with anger makes Jiao Yang's heart tremble.

Yes, Yan Yaru once said to herself that he was the only friend she could make friends with in the imperial capital, and almost the only one who could cooperate with her treatment.

Even the treatment plan, he forced her to go to the hospital to choose.

However, in the follow-up information period, he became indifferent to this important matter.

Think about it carefully. When Yan Yaru called her and asked her to accompany her to treatment, was she not careful?

Although she pretends to be naughty and domineering, she can be independent and has a strong self-esteem. For fear of causing trouble to others, she often hears her perfunctory and even impatient response. How can she fix a specific time with herself?

Next week, next week, how much next week?

But on Monday, the company will hold a senior management meeting, on Wednesday, a regular department meeting, and on Friday, a work summary.

As a director, he seldom has free time on weekends, not to mention Tuesdays and Thursdays.

When will you be free next week?

As we all know, it's better to fix a time ahead of time and then adjust each other's arrangements than to ask.

It's not because I don't want to help her. It's her business. I'm too backward here.

Work in front of her, Tang wanwan is also in front of her

And what did you just do?

She just returned her call late, and he blamed her from the bottom of his heart

"You'd better come to the hospital now. If it wasn't for timely rescue, I'm afraid you won't see her now!"

With the tone of blame, Dr. Qiao came over the phone and pulled back Jiao Yang's thoughts.

He was stunned, and then he remembered that at the beginning of the phone call, Dr. Qiao had mentioned to himself that Yan Yaru now had signs of suicide"What do you mean..."

As he spoke, his voice trembled.

In response to him, he first sighed heavily, and then heard Dr. Qiao say, "the dosage of sleeping pills is too much. Fortunately, my colleagues found it in time and sent it to the hospital to wash my stomach. Now it's no big problem. I'm taking infusion in the ward to rest. If you come here, come directly to room 1302, building B, where the patient will rest for the time being. "

Too much sleeping pills?

Jiao Yang would like to ask, what happened today, how good, Yan Yaru suddenly have the idea of suicide.

However, Dr. Qiao over there obviously didn't give him this chance. After that, he hung up the phone directly.

Jiaoyang where dare to delay, hurried into the car, hurried to the direction of the hospital.

……

Central Hospital, room 1302, building B.

Yan Yaru quietly lying on the bed, a small face, no blood.

She just lay there, without the ornament of makeup, but with a different purity.

She closed her eyes and her chest was undulating evenly. She was asleep.

Jiao Yang stepped forward and helped her pull the quilt.

Eyes in touch a few of her arms under the quilt, only to notice that this strong little woman, the body is so thin.

Thin body, like a piece of paper, makes people feel that she may disappear at any time.

"Here you are, Mr. Jiao."

Dr. Qiao just came in at this time, checked the medicine bottle that was giving Yan Yaru infusion, then raised his hand, patted Jiao Yang on the shoulder, and lowered his voice.

"You come with me."

Jiao Yang looks at Yan Yaru lying on the bed, then turns around and follows doctor Qiao to leave the ward.