Mr. CEO Has a Crush on Me Chapter 1162: The Reason She Was Forced to Leave (Part 1)

He still kept his head down, a few strands of hair falling over his forehead.

He gently swirled the wine glass in his hand before downing it in one go, finally speaking, "I didn’t ask you to co here to say all this worthless nonsense."

"I damn well didn’t co to watch you drink yourself into oblivion either!"

Gu Annan spoke softly, placing down the glass, "I won’t drink myself into oblivion. When you’re drunk, it’s easy to talk too much, and that leads to trouble."

Arthur felt sothing stuck in his heart, taking a big gulp of a third of the Night God’s Kiss, "I’m thinking, if there really isn’t an antidote, how am I going to tear him to pieces."

"If there really isn’t one, after the drug enters the third stage, you know what needs to be done." His eyes were firm, the deep-set eyes looking at sowhere in the distance, "I don’t want anyone to find ."

"Get lost!" Arthur felt irritated, having lost count of how many tis he’d cursed today, "Don’t talk to in that kind of farewell tone. I haven’t given up yet, and I won’t. Didn’t Mr. Song say there’s still ti? Maybe Mr. Song will think of another way during this ti?"

He remained silent, gesturing for the bartender to bring another drink.

*

Two weeks earlier.

In the special care ward of the Song Clinic, Gu Annan was still in a state of blindness.

Song Ning stood quietly on one side, watching a middle-aged man with a head full of white hair spend an entire day trying to find the cause of the blindness.

"Dad." Song Ning saw him standing by the bed, looking at various examination reports for quite so ti, "How’s it looking? Is there any way to restore his vision?"

**** looked at the man on the bed and continued scrutinizing the examination reports, his brows knitting tighter and tighter.

Song Ning’s heart sank, understanding that this signaled an extrely poor prognosis.

Her father was the kind of person whose dical skills were renowned overseas at a young age, bearing so self-assuredness of a recluse.

If he were dismissive, offering a perfect solution while scolding her for wasting his ti by bringing him back, she could be certain there was nothing to worry about.

But the whole day passed.

His expression grew more serious, his words fewer and fewer.

Now it had been two hours without a word.

Even Song Ning, amidst such uncertainty, felt her heart lift in mid-air.

"At most a week, vision can be restored." **** finally spoke.

The tone was calm, revealing no issues.

If it were a regular patient, hearing Dr. **** speak so assuredly, they could be completely at ease.

But Song Ning felt more unease; she understood her father.

Such a serious declaration of a good outco usually ant worse news was to co.

The vision could be restored because his eyes weren’t the main issue, the big problem lay elsewhere.

"Dad..." Song Ning waited for his next words, noticing Gu Annan on the bed was also silent.

**** ignored his daughter’s questioning, looking at Gu Annan and said, "I heard you were injured from a hit, where exactly did the needle go in before that? "

Song Ning was stunned, a needle?

When Gu Annan was brought in, he was in a coma, seemingly should have woken up, but remained asleep.

Upon waking last night, he was blind, and she had tried various ans to find the problem, but Gu Annan didn’t say anything.

This morning, as soon as **** arrived, he directly asked him this question.

Could it be that Gu Annan’s condition, he was still hiding sothing?

Gu Annan extended a hand, pointing to a spot on his chest, "I suppose he didn’t have the luxury to choose a spot, for lack of ti."

When he rushed into that building, it had already exploded upstairs.