Chapter 283: You must hold on, I won't let you die
At the same time, a red light came on above the operating room door.
During the operation, the three big characters were particularly dazzling.
Looking at the dazzling red light, he took off his duck-billed hat. The short hair on his forehead was already wet with sweat due to nervousness and panic.
When he took off his sunglasses, his extremely handsome face was revealed.
She has long eyebrows like willows and a body like a jade tree. The pure white shirt on her upper body is slightly damp, and a thin layer of sweat seeps through the shirt, making her originally perfect body even more exquisite and translucent.
The flaxen short hair was wet with sweat, adding an indescribable masculine charm.
It is rare in the world for a man to grow up like this.
The most important thing is that he is the Leos who will hold a concert at T City Stadium on March 18th!!
Leos sat down on the bench, looked at his blood-stained shirt, and frowned.
He took out his cell phone and dialed a series of numbers.
"It's me. I hit someone. The injured are being rescued. Come over and take care of it. Bring a set of clothes with you by the way."
The moment the call was made, he had calmed down, no longer panicked, and not so nervous.
Her magnetic and unique voice is as beautiful as the sound of nature.
Before the agent could speak, he hung up the phone, held the phone tightly in his hand, and looked at the snow-white door of the operating room.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I took out my handkerchief and wiped the sweat from my forehead, then put on my duck-billed hat and sunglasses again.
As time passed by, Tong Yiqing may have had a fate with the hospital, and she was always injured or undergoing surgery.
Ever since the shipwreck, her life has been destined to be extraordinary.
Thinking of the heart-stoppingly beautiful woman he held in his arms earlier, Leos whispered to himself.
"It's a pity that such a beautiful woman dies. You must hold on, I won't allow you to die."
About ten minutes later, a man in a black suit walked over quickly carrying a leather bag.
Stopping in front of Leos, looking at Leos with a large amount of blood on his white shirt chest, he knew that the injured person was seriously injured.
"How about it, you're not hurt."
The slightly rough and deep voice highlighted his age. This man was at least thirty-five years old.