The attending turned to prepare the utensils for delivery.

And Ling Wei is a quick postpartum urgent need of some supplies and supplies to ningqingxue clean up.

Several nurses come together to push Ning Qingxue's bed and push her out of the waiting room. At this time, Xu Hua quickly keeps up with the bed and enters the delivery room with Ning Qingxue. The door of the delivery room is closed. Ling Wei takes a deep breath.

Take out a few tissue, she wiped the wet meaning on forehead, said with Zhong Bingrong, then walked toward the direction of the bathroom.

The hospital full of pungent medicine, the plain pink decoration and the high-end equipment are all in Ling Wei's eyes, but they are nothing.

She deeply understood that in this world, in addition to western medicine, there is also a magical medical technique, called traditional Chinese medicine.

Traditional Chinese medicine has a long history. Up to now, she has been accepted by the magic of traditional Chinese medicine.

After washing her hands, she took out her mobile phone and dialed Tang Ziqian.

However, no one answered the phone for a long time. At this time, Ling Wei realized that she had not called him for a long time. She didn't know what was wrong with his eyes, and she didn't know what was wrong with him in Beijing. All she knew was that after he left, she left the two men in black to herself.

Unable to get through to Tang Ziqian, she directly called the two elder brothers in black.

"There was a shooting incident in Chengdu Medical College today. The target is me. If you have time, go and check it for me? According to some clues, the assassin's shooting skills must be excellent, but he didn't mean to kill me. It was more like he was testing something. Besides, he should not be from Rongcheng. If you find out the identity of this person, please let me know as soon as possible. "

The implication is not to tell Tang Ziqian first.

The elder brother in black on the other end of the phone naturally took orders to do things.

At the end of the phone call, Ling Wei looks up and moves her shoulder and neck, but the beautiful face of Tang Ziqian appears in her mind.

He and she come from the confession of the soul.

In the current relationship, he is a patient and she is a doctor. But when Ling Wei looks back, she finds that the relationship between the two people has changed unconsciously, and she gradually opens another door of her own emotion in the constant scoundrel and guidance of the man.

In Tang Ziqian's villa, a suburb of Chengdu City.

The two elder brothers in black who received Ling Wei's call didn't immediately go to find out whether the shooting she said was a trial. Instead, after they had discussed it, they directly called Tang Ziqian.

When the phone was connected, Tang Ziqian's clear and sweet voice came from the other end: "what's the matter?"

Because his eyes couldn't see, he didn't receive Ling Wei's phone call. Tang Ziqian even missed Ling Wei's call. If his eyes can see this moment, how can he miss this missed call on his mobile phone?

Nowadays, mobile phones seem to lack a function, that is, to remind people who haven't answered the phone again, so that the blind can keep sending messages and reply to calls.

Although he didn't know Ling Wei had called him, Tang Ziqian knew at this moment who was the reason for the call from his subordinates in Rongcheng. In addition to Ling Wei, he did not give them any more tasks.

"Mr. Tang, Miss Ling called me today. There was a shooting at the gate of Chengdu Medical College this afternoon. The target seemed to be Miss Ling. However, the shooter didn't really kill her. Instead, he quickly evacuated after a shot."

One of them, a man in black, reported fluently to Tang Ziqian at the other end of the phone.

Tang Ziqian, who was far away from Beijing, leaned back on the sofa and cocked up his legs. He raised his determined jaw and walked on thin ice in his narrow eyes: "even if it was a tentative shooting, I couldn't seem to find a reason to let the shooter go."

He narrowed his eyes, and Tang Ziqian's lips were thin.

Hearing Tang Ziqian's words, the man in black immediately understood what he should do next.

"Yes, we will tell you the information we found at the first time."

"Well, protect her."

At the end of the phone call, Tang Ziqian leaned back on the sofa, but he didn't get up. In his heavy eyes, he slowly exuded a cool edge.

The current world is peaceful everywhere.

How many people dare to really shoot in such a noisy place as Chengdu Medical College? Not to mention that this shot was only used to test Ling Wei?

Looking at the whole city, I'm afraid there are no such brave people in Chengdu. Moreover, since the exploratory shooting, the killer organizations such as tiantianmen are completely excluded.

The sword eyebrow slightly frowned. Tang Ziqian put a hand on the tea table in front of him and knocked it gently. The air in the room was flowing. However, the air-conditioning he sent out wantonly seemed to never stop, which made the whole room fall into a dangerous silence.As soon as he left Rongcheng, there seemed to be a lot of things happening around her.

Thinking of Ling Wei, who had never had a chance to see her face before, Tang Ziqian's face became a bit warm after all, and the clear outline of water chestnut became much softer because of this idea.

He stood up with his hands on the sofa and went out.

Tall and mighty figure, wild and uninhibited body, inherent momentum, but no pair of eyes can see her.

Because of the meeting held by Tang Yuanshan a few days ago, the whole Tang family has already fallen into a tense atmosphere. It's not that they are afraid of being the victim of the battle for Tang's successor, but that they are afraid of not being the candidate of the battle for Tang's successor.

So, since the clan meeting began on that day, any member of the Tang clan, even if he is a collateral, is also struggling to find his own backer at this time. The Tang clan is about to change the day. Which one is not in a hurry to curry favor with Tang Qing?

In their eyes, Tang Ziqian, who ran away from home in his early years, was not as powerful as Tang Qing, who had no disability and had always grown up in the Tang family.