Chapter 872 He Jichen, Let’s Have a Baby (41)

The sound of keyboards coming and going suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The whole room was quiet for only a second before a "pop" sound was heard. The housekeeper and the wet nurse who were looking out the window with worried expressions turned their heads in unison.

The computer on Han Zhihui's lap had been thrown to the ground.

Before the housekeeper and nanny could figure out what was going on, Han Zhihui, who was sitting on the sofa, had already reached the window.

He glanced downstairs, and when he touched Cheng Weiwan, who was lying softly on the ground, his eyes happened to fall on the housekeeper's face, and he caught a trace of panic between his brows and eyes.

The housekeeper, who thought she had been blinded, blinked twice subconsciously. When she opened her eyes again and wanted to see Han Zhihui's face more clearly, Han Zhihui had already turned around and ran out of the ward.

The housekeeper turned his head and looked at the nanny with a surprised look on his face.

As soon as the two people's eyes met, there was another burst of lightning and thunder outside the window, and the raindrops hitting the window became larger and denser.

The housekeeper then realized that Han Zhihui went out in a hurry and didn't bring an umbrella. She quickly took the umbrella and followed him out.

However, in just half a minute, Han Zhihui was no longer in the corridor.

The housekeeper took the elevator and chased him all the way to the first floor, where he saw Han Zhihui.

He stood at the main entrance of the hospital building, staring at the pouring rain outside, motionless.

After Mr. Han heard that Miss Cheng had fainted, he rushed down so anxiously, wasn't it just for Miss Cheng?

He was almost there, why didn't he go forward?

The housekeeper muttered in her heart and walked up to Han Zhihui. As soon as she opened her mouth and shouted the word "Han", she followed Han Zhihui's gaze and saw not far ahead. A man about thirty years old bent down and picked up Cheng Weiwan, who was unconscious in the rain.

He looked at Cheng Weiwan with very gentle eyes and cautious movements, as if he was protecting some fragile jewelry.

His car was parked nearby. After he picked up Cheng Weiwan, he immediately put her into the car, took a towel, and wrapped her around him.

Ignoring the downpour that was pouring on him, he dried Cheng Weiwan's hair and wrapped her tightly in a new bath towel before getting in the car.

He didn't even notice that he was wet, stepped on the accelerator, and drove Cheng Weiwan away quickly.

The car quickly disappeared from sight.

The housekeeper then turned his attention back to Han Zhihui.

She clearly saw that the man's face became a little gloomy, and his hands hanging by his sides were clenched into fists, and they were still trembling slightly due to exertion.

In the housekeeper's impression, Han Zhihui had always been very gentle. When he knew that the young master had moved into the house, Han Zhihui seemed to be a different person, with a terrible temper.

At this time, when the housekeeper saw Han Zhihui's appearance, he didn't dare to express his anger.

The rain was still falling, getting heavier and heavier. The wind picked up and blew the rain to the door, quickly getting half of Han Zhihui's trouser legs wet.

The housekeeper was afraid that Han Zhihui would catch a cold if he stood like this, so he spoke cautiously: "Mr. Han..."

Han Zhihui was as unresponsive as a petrified statue.

"Mr. Han..." the housekeeper spoke again.

Han Zhi returned to his senses. Without even looking at the housekeeper, he turned around angrily, kicked open the glass door behind him, and entered the hall of the inpatient building.

Was he sick? He actually ran downstairs after hearing her faint!