When the marriage partner is my mortal enemy, I am scared

Chapter 374 The person is missing

Suddenly, Qiao Chuyue opened her eyes, her breathing was trembling. She struggled to support her body and slowly sat up.

The feeling of being cared for and loved by others is really great, but unfortunately it is all just a fantasy when you are on the verge of death.

She looked around. The white room was still empty and silent. Only the ticking of the instruments reminded her that she was still alive.

Still alive? That heartache and care are like a dream, which disappears when you wake up.

Her long hair was loose and her eyes were red.

At this moment, the door was pushed open a crack, and a beam of light came in, shining on her bloodless little face, bringing a glimmer of life as if she had come back to life from the dead.

"You're finally awake. How do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?"

Seeing that the patient was awake, the nurse was delighted and rushed in to check the data on the instrument.

Qiao Chuyue didn't respond and said nothing.

She looked over the nurse's shoulder and out the window, her eyes dead.

"After being in a coma for a few days, it's better to lie down first and adjust to it before getting out of bed and moving around."

As she spoke, the nurse raised the head of the bed a little, adjusted it, and recorded the instrument data.

"I'm going to call the doctor now, you take a rest first."

Seeing the man staring blankly out the window, the nurse sighed with some sympathy and walked out.

For VVIP patients like Qiao Chuyue, the dean needs to personally take care of any situation.

Zhou Zheng received the notice immediately, ended the meeting immediately, and took the elevator to the intensive care unit on the 16th floor.

But when he arrived, the person was gone.

Looking at the empty room, I was instantly frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Boss Qiao repeatedly told us to keep an eye on him, so how could he have disappeared?"

Seeing that the young nurses didn't answer, he couldn't suppress his anger and shouted at the nurses, "Where are the people? How are you doing your job?"

This person already has suicidal tendencies. If something unexpected happens to him, how will he explain it?

Thinking of this, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, holding the phone in his hand, patting his palm while pacing back and forth.

Fortunately, Qiao Yisi had not been notified yet, which made him feel relieved.

Seeing the director calm down, one of the nurses dared to reply, "Director, she just woke up too, and seemed quite stable. I went out to get the doctor, and when I came back, she was gone. But I already told her that she can't walk around after waking up."

"Director, there's a patient with an emergency condition. We all followed the doctors to help, and we really didn't pay attention."

After saying that, several nurses looked at each other.

Most of the patients in the intensive care unit are seriously ill, so they naturally won't pay special attention to someone like Qiao Chuyue who is unconscious.

Qiao Yisi asked the hospital's doctor to check on him and did not arrange for bodyguards to guard him.

So if a person runs away, he can really run away easily.

When Zhou Zheng realized this, he felt angry again.

He immediately took out his cell phone and wanted to call Qiao Yisi, but changed his mind and called Si Gaoyun.

The phone was still ringing, but the people in front of him were still standing there, which was an eyesore. He frowned and even stuttered when he spoke.

"Go, go... Go quickly, check the surveillance. What are you standing there for? Go. Isn't it funny that a hospital can lose a patient?"

At this time, Qiao Chuyue in the intensive care unit had quietly walked out of the hospital building.

The snow is still falling outside, and the whole place is covered in white.

She was barefoot, and her thin body was wrapped in a loose hospital gown, which hung loosely on her body, making her look particularly lonely.

As if she had lost consciousness, she did not feel cold. Every step she took left a deep mark on the snow, as if it was a farewell to the past.