Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

Chapter 68 The boss is a little dizzy with blood

"Not going to the hospital."

Mu Fucheng's voice was a little soft, probably because the wound was very painful.

An Nansheng was a little anxious: "How can we not go to the hospital? You are injured and need a doctor to treat you."

He was dressed in black and only one hand was seen covering his abdomen. It was unknown how serious his injury was.

Judging from the concentration of the bloody smell, the injury must have been serious.

"Go to your house." Mu Fucheng said.

An Nansheng's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously wanted to refuse.

I could send him to the hospital, but wouldn't it be troublesome to take him home? I don't know what kind of trouble he has gotten himself into. His life is in danger, so this is no joke.

An Nansheng admitted that she was timid and afraid of death, and if something happened to her, would the two women in the family still be alive?

But this is Mu Fucheng. Not to mention his care for her, even if she thinks about Old Master Mu, she can't just stand by and watch him die.

"Uncle, is it inconvenient to go to the hospital?"

Mu Fucheng just nodded and said nothing.

An Nansheng had no choice but to ask Song Ke to go to Feicui Residence, and then she called her childhood friend Shen Yien and asked him to go to Feicui Residence as well.

Shen Yien is a doctor. He went abroad for exchange and study some time ago and just came back yesterday.

Since it is not convenient for Mu Fucheng to go to the hospital, it is more reliable to find him.

When Mu Fucheng heard the words "Jade Residence", the corners of his lips twitched.

He also didn't expect that he would receive the same treatment as Song Xu.

What he didn't expect was that the room he lived in was the same one Song Xu had lived in before.

After Song Ke made the bed, An Nansheng helped Mu Fucheng lie down on it:

"Uncle, please bear with me for a moment. This room was occupied before, and it's quite clean."

Mu Fucheng: "..."

Now that there was enough light, An Nansheng saw that there was a large wet spot on Mu Fucheng's black shirt, and blood was even seeping out from between his fingers.

When An Nansheng saw the blood, his mind buzzed and he went blank for several seconds.

She felt nauseous and ran out, covering her mouth.

Mu Fucheng raised his eyebrows.

Song Ke chased after him and saw An Nansheng holding the toilet and vomiting violently.

"Boss, are you okay?"

I quickly went to get a bottle of water.

An Nansheng couldn't stop vomiting and waved his hands:

"Don't worry about me, go see Master Jiu."

Song Ke had no choice but to put the water aside and take the medicine box to the guest room.

"Sorry, Master Jiu, the boss is a little afraid of blood. It's okay to smell it, but she can't see it."

Mu Fucheng's eyes suddenly darkened:

"When did it start?"

Hemophobia can be divided into congenital and acquired. Mu Fucheng asked when it started, which means he concluded that An Nansheng was suffering from acquired hemophobia.

Song Ke didn't notice the details in his words. He took out the hemostatic bandage, folded it into several layers, and handed it to Mu Fucheng:

"I don't know either. She's been like this since I started working for Ms. An. One time, on her way to work, she came across a car accident. Ms. An accidentally saw a bloody driver crawling out of the overturned car. She fainted immediately and vomited violently when she woke up."

Mu Fucheng pressed the bandage on the wound and instructed Song Ke without even frowning:

"Go check on her, I'm fine."

Shen Yien arrived just in time. He came in a hurry and was wearing home clothes.

As soon as he entered the door, he asked Song Ke:

"What happened to your boss? Is he injured? Why isn't he just waiting to die at home instead of going to the hospital? That's ridiculous!"

Song Ke pointed to the guest room and was about to speak when An Nansheng came out of the bathroom next door, holding the door frame.

She vomited until her face turned pale and she rolled her eyes weakly:

"I didn't ask you to come here to argue. Your patient is next door."

"Who is it?" Shen Yien asked curiously, "Male or female?"