Chapter 1819: Eve (two)

"I'm telling you, Qiangzi, this feeling is like I was penniless at the beginning. It was the same when you took in. I have already lost everything and come back again. Nothing can be replaced, so I think Qiangzi, this time we will definitely be the same as the last time, and we will succeed!"
After Bi Luochun drank the wine, there was a blush on his face and his head was swaying. In fact, he was not dizzy. It was the feeling that made him more enjoyable.
And Fang Zhiqiang frowned at this moment, the burning sensation in his stomach is still there, and his throat is particularly dry. When the sip of wine just passed through his throat, it was like sliding on a dry desert, Fang Zhi Qiang felt that his throat was particularly dehydrated at this moment.
"Qianzi, what do you think after going through this time?"
Bi Luochun was still talking, but the feeling of dryness in Fang Zhiqiang's throat became more and more intense. Fang Zhiqiang couldn't help it. He poured a glass of wine and drank it.
Bi Luochun didn't react for a while. Seeing Fang Zhiqiang drank a glass of wine by himself, he couldn't help but look blank. Then, looking at the painful expression on Fang Zhiqiang's face when he swallowed the wine, Bi Luochun immediately mocked: Son, when did you become so unable to drink? A glass of mixed wine, as for this expression?"
However, Qiangzi felt that he couldn't even speak at this moment. Even though he had just finished drinking, his throat was like magma, and it became extremely dry again.
Fang Zhiqiang was unbearable, didn't want to get up to pour water, didn't want to speak, it was another glass of wine...
However, one cup after another, the feeling gets worse.
Bi Luochun finally realized something was wrong. Seeing Fang Zhiqiang's painful expression, Bi Luochun stood up anxiously and said, "Qianzi, what's wrong with you?"
"Ahem!"
As soon as Bi Luochun's voice fell, Fang Zhiqiang suddenly coughed, and suddenly a group of red liquid sprayed out of his mouth, spraying it on the bar.
"Hadron!"
Seeing this scene, Bi Luochun finally panicked, and quickly helped Fang Zhiqiang's body, and took out the phone with the other hand to call the emergency number.
Fang Zhiqiang's face turned pale at this time, and the dryness in his throat made Fang Zhiqiang feel painful even after swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
After the call, Bi Luochun didn't hesitate to carry Fang Zhiqiang's body and rushed towards the downstairs, dragged Fang Zhiqiang into the car, and drove directly towards the hospital.
When he encountered an ambulance midway, Bi Luochun stopped and transferred Fang Zhiqiang to the ambulance.
Fang Zhiqiang was still lying on the stretcher with his eyes open at the moment, but he couldn't speak, because of a mouth, it seemed like fire was coming out of his throat.
"Qianzi, what's the matter with you?"
Bi Luochun obviously didn't know what was going on. The wine he brought was just ordinary foreign wine, and he drank it himself, nothing happened.
"What has the patient eaten before?"
After the doctor gave Fang Zhiqiang a preliminary diagnosis, he quickly determined that it was a respiratory tract problem, and immediately asked Bi Luochun.
The anxious Bi Luochun hurriedly lowered his head to ponder for a long time, but still frowned and said:
I didn’t eat anything, so I drank a little wine with me, but the wine is fine. I drank it myself. Nothing."
The car was still on the road, and the doctor looked at Fang Zhiqiang's situation at the moment, becoming more and more uncomfortable, and directly injected Fang Zhiqiang's mouth with anti-inflammatory syrup and injected some drops.
Since Fang Zhiqiang has always kept his eyes open, and it can be judged from his expression that his consciousness has always been very clear, after arriving at the hospital, the doctor did not transfer Fang Zhiqiang into the emergency room and went directly into the ward .
The bit of continuous input, including the anti-inflammatory drugs in his mouth, finally made Fang Zhiqiang feel a little better. Bi Luochun looked at Fang Zhiqiang's face and finally heaved a sigh of relief.
"Old... Bi..."
Fang Zhiqiang finally spoke for the first time, his voice was hoarse and scary. If Bi Luochun weren't in front of him, he would definitely not be able to hear Fang Zhiqiang's voice.
"What's the matter with the strong son? You say!"
Bi Luochun hurriedly approached his ear in a panic.
"Don't... tell Xiaoxiao..."
Fang Zhiqiang still didn't know what was wrong with him. If it was serious, he was afraid that Li Xiaoxiao was worried, so he said to Bi Luochun.
When Bi Luochun heard this, he realized that Li Xiaoxiao should have been notified the first time, but at that time, seeing Fang Zhiqiang's serious situation, Bi Luochun had already forgotten everything.
"Well, I won't tell her!"
But now, seeing Fang Zhiqiang getting better, and having said such words, Bi Luochun naturally agreed.
A male doctor walked in with an instrument in his hand. After Fang Zhiqiang made a diagnosis, he said: "The patient is fine, but the respiratory tract is infected. The inflammation is more serious."
Hearing what the doctor said, Bi Luochun was completely relieved. Seeing Fang Zhiqiang just now, Bi Luochun was really frightened.
The male doctor ordered the nurse to fetch the medicine, then looked at Bi Luochun again and said, "Are you a family member of the patient?"
"Yes, I am!"
Bi Luochun nodded and said without hesitation.
"Have the patient experienced this phenomenon before?" the doctor asked.
"No, this is the first time."
Bi Luochun glanced sideways at Fang Zhiqiang, and saw Fang Zhiqiang shaking his head.
"Well, the long-term backlog of internal heat, coupled with the respiratory tract infection caused by the lack of rest for a while, it is best not to talk for the next few days, and at the same time all spicy, cold and hot foods should be prohibited."
The doctor said seriously again, and Bi Luochun naturally nodded repeatedly after hearing the words.
However, Fang Zhiqiang was the only one who frowned immediately.
"It's best not to talk for the next few days."
This sentence made Fang Zhiqiang almost jump from the hospital bed.
Seeing that there will be a product launch in a few hours, you will have to give a speech at that time. After all, the last influence cannot be wasted in vain, and this time the product launch is very important, and we must achieve the most perfect effect as possible. .
But now, the doctor actually said such a sentence to himself?
This makes Fang Zhiqiang unacceptable, but Fang Zhiqiang now knows that he has no capital to resist because he can't even speak a word now.
It was not until the doctor left that Fang Zhiqiang shouted to Bi Luochun hoarsely with an anxious look: "What do you do if you don't let you talk? Tell them...let them prescribe medicine, any medicine will do! I have to talk! "
He couldn't hear his hoarse voice, Bi Luochun looked at him helplessly, and then said: "You can listen to your current voice, can you still speak?"
"No, I must be able to speak!"
Fang Zhiqiang looked at Bi Luochun's helpless expression, knowing that there was nothing he could do, and then he turned his eyes on the nurse who was aside.
"Doctor, what hormonal medicine do you have that can make me get better soon?"