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Song Jiayin could not help but moan in pain. The hand that was covering her stomach did not even dare to move, afraid that the pain would become even more intense.

"Yinyin, don't worry, I'll take you to see a doctor." With that, Gong Yichen carried her and quickly left the place.

He carefully placed Song Jiayin on the front passenger seat and quickly got into the driver's seat. After starting the engine, he quickly flew up onto the road.

Seeing Song Jiayin's pain, his face did not have a trace of blood, and was as white as a sheet of paper.

Beads of sweat rolled down her face and onto her clothes, wetting her collar.

Song Jiayin could not stop moaning in pain, she was close to tears.

Gong Yichen pursed his lips slightly, staring at the road in front of his without saying a word, and couldn't help but increase his speed.

He started to regret. Indeed, he should have stopped Song Jiayin from eating this unclean and dirty food just now, but seeing how happy she was eating, he actually forgot about this matter.

As Gong Yichen's speed was extremely fast, it did not take long for him to arrive at Zheng Rui's department.

After stopping the car, Gong Yichen anxiously carried Song Jiayin and ran back to Zheng Rui's office.

When Gong Yichen brusquely rushed into Zheng Rui's office carrying him, Zheng Rui was so shocked that he almost screamed.

Zheng Rui concentrated, seeing that it was Gong Yichen who barged in, he heaved a sigh of relief: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Hurry up and help me see what's wrong with her. I've had a stomachache ever since I ate the grilled cold noodles. " After saying that, Gong Yichen gently placed Song Jiayin on the snow-white sickbed, while he himself took a step back to facilitate Zheng Rui's check-up.

Zheng Rui nodded his head, but just as he was about to step forward and take a look, his phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

The screen on the phone impressively displayed Gong Yichen's father's name — Gong Jianting.

Compared to Gong Yichen, his father could be said to be Zheng Rui's direct superior.

After thinking about it again and again, Zheng Rui still apologetically held his hands together towards Gong Yichen: "One minute, just one minute."

With that, she pressed the answer button.

"Zheng Rui, is Chen with you? I heard he found a woman to marry? " On the other side of the phone was the majestic voice of the Gong's father, each word was very clear and had the aura of a king.

Zheng Rui did not dare to lie, and could only reply: "En … "Yes."

"What kind of woman? Tell him to bring it to me. " Gong's father's tone was full of command.

"This …" Zheng Rui looked at Song Jiayin who was on the sickbed, who was in so much pain that she was about to die. She then looked worriedly at Gong Yichen who was frowning.

After a few vague words, he finally hung up.

He sighed, still unable to bear telling Gong Yichen about this matter.

"Whose call was that?" Gong Yichen who was on guard narrowed his eyes and probed.

"Ah, it's nothing. Let me check to see if she's alright." Zheng Rui did not directly answer his question, but pointed to the sickbed. Song Jiayin hurriedly changed the topic.

He took out his stethoscope and roughly listened to every part of Song Jiayin's body. Zheng Rui shook his head and changed it into a high-tech apparatus to check for her.

Time passed minute by minute, second by second, Gong Yichen was unable to help, he could only stand at the side anxiously.

After a long while, Zheng Rui finally took off the stethoscope that was hanging around his ears, and said with a righteous tone: "This is probably because of her acute appendicitis."