My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 190

"It's on the 13th floor. Are you really going to take the stairs?"

"Wait a minute, the elevator is coming."

Charles didn't look well either. He grabbed the impulsive woman beside him and looked at the elevator door that was slowly opening in front of him.

There were a lot of patients in the public hospitals recently. They came and went, looking hurried.

An injured person in the wheelchair and a person with the checklist in his hand walked out of the elevator quickly. The elevator finally arrived and Crystal rushed in immediately.

She quickly pressed on the 13th floor of the elevator and stomped her feet, staring at the numbers displayed on the elevator's screen.

Charles was dragged by her, and his expensive clothes messed up, which made him look a little awkward.

"Isn't Christina's phone in the ward? Call her first. You're as anxious as if she's going to die." He complained unintentionally.

Crystal turned around and glared at him. "Hey, don't talk nonsense."

How could he talk about death in the hospital? It was really ominous.

But Crystal really forgot to call Christina in a hurry. Crystal took out her cell phone from her coat pocket and quickly called Christina.

Ding-

The phone rang.

But it was the phone in Charles's pocket that vibrated.

"Hello?"

Crystal looked at Charles who was on the phone with some resentment. Crystal was so anxious, and Christina didn't answer her call. Crystal pressed the screen a little hard and continued to redial.

"The signal in the elevator is not good. I'm anxious now... Can you coax your lovers later..." Crystal thought that Charles, the playboy, was probably talking to his girlfriend on the phone.

"It's Patrick," Charles replied coldly.

Crystal was surprised and immediately shut up.

Just then, the elevator stopped on the 5th floor. Soon, a loud noise came from outside the elevator, accompanied by some sad cries. Someone shouted frantically, "Get out of the way, get out of the way..."

An iron hospital bed was pushed in. There was a person lying on the bed whose face could not be seen clearly because his whole body was covered with white sheets, and even his head was covered.

The person on the hospital bed had already passed away, and soon a large number of the family members of the deceased rushed in. The elevator was so crowded that the people inside could not turn around.

Crystal's heart seemed to be pinched by something, and uneasiness rose in her mind again.

At this speed, when could she reach the 13th floor?

"Where are you going? I said Christina would be fine!"

Charles suddenly shouted at Crystal with an angry expression and had to run out with her.

"Where are you now?"

Charles panted as he climbed the stairs, talking to the man on the other end of the phone uneasily. "In the hospital."

"... Patrick, it's not what you think," Charles explained quickly. "Christina ate the wrong thing in the morning. Her friend sent her over to have an intravenous drip. She's fine now. It's just that Crystal seems to have delusion of persecution."

"Take care of her."

Patrick said it in a low voice on the other end of the phone. As Charles heard it, he sped up and inexplicably became more anxious.

It took only a few minutes to run from the 5th floor of the inpatient department to the 13th floor. Just a few minutes.

Fortunately, there were not many people on this spacious staircase. All the passers-by were in a hurry, and everyone was silent. All around the way, they ran up the stairs as fast as they could, panting. The staircase echoed the sound of their anxious footsteps.

In the ward, Christina heard some slight sounds of footsteps approaching her.

The footsteps were very light.

Christina was in a daze when she fell asleep. It seemed that it was already past dusk now. The heavy curtains of the separate ward were closed. But why were the lights not turned on? It was so dark.

"Crystal, what time is it?"

Christina knew someone was approaching her bed.

"I'm fine now. Let me be discharged later. I don't like the smell of disinfectant in the hospital..."

"I'm sorry to ruin your interview today. By the way, you don't seem to have eaten anything at noon. Let's ask Charles to treat us to a big meal."

Only Christina was speaking, and the person did not respond.

Therefore, Christina frowned and raised her head. "Crystal..." (What's wrong with you?)

But as she was about to say it, Christina could not see anything clearly. She only felt a figure standing at the head of her bed.

Ah-

Fears, screams, and cries for help could only be suppressed in Christina's throat.

The person picked up the pillow and pressed it directly on Christina's face. The person pressed it down very hard with a strong force. Christina's face turned pale all of a sudden. She couldn't breathe smoothly and gradually became suffocated.