"Have you forgotten, you are pregnant, and it is Xi Chen's child." Huang slowly knelt down and looked directly at Mechelle, "You need surgery."
Those dark eyes seemed to have magic power. Mechelle felt as if she had been sucked into a black hole and could never be pulled out again. Her mind was in a mess.
"You have made a private decision for life. Luo Xichen gave you a ring." After saying that, Huang took out a pink diamond ring from his pocket and slowly put it on Mechelle's ring finger. "You cherish this ring very much."
.”
Mechelle's eyes gradually lost focus, her thick lips moved slightly, and following Hoshino Huang's words, she murmured: "I cherish this ring very much..."
Seeing this, Hoshino Huang's eyes were like black holes, and he stood up and said to those burly men: "Send her to the operating room. I want to perform the operation myself."
"Yes, young master."
Several burly men carried Mechelle, who had lost consciousness, into the operating room as ordered.
Hoshino Huang followed, put on sterile surgical gown, and entered the operating room.
He first gave Mechelle a general anesthesia, then ordered someone to dye Mechelle's hair black, and finally injected a medicine into her eyes, and the green color instantly turned into black.
"Has the one-and-a-half-month-old freshly dead baby arrived?" Huang asked the assistant doctor in a cold voice.
"Go back to Young Master, you'll be there soon."
"You perform a laparotomy on her and a curettage to make her look like she has just had a miscarriage. I will do the craniotomy myself."
Before Huang put on sterile gloves, he made a phone call.
"Hey, is this Luo Xichen? The yarn is in my hand."
With a cold word, he hung up the phone.
The shadowless light was turned on, Huang put on sterile gloves, held a lancet in his hand, and scratched the area on Mechelle's head.
After slicing the surface layer of skin, a simple separation was performed, and the skull was sawed open. Blood spurted out, and Huang's obsidian-like eyes did not even blink, without a trace of warmth.
He used electric pliers, aimed at the memory hub of the cerebral cortex, and stabbed it accurately, releasing a pungent burning smell.
After putting down the electric clamp, Huang breathed a sigh of relief. From now on, Mechelle will be the only one in this world, and any memory of Mechelle will also be erased.
How can a useless person who doesn't even remember herself be expected to harm others?
Shazhi, I have avenged all your vengeance for you.
"Young Master, the uterus has been treated."
"Well, let's start sewing."
Huang took off his blood-stained gloves and handed over such trivial matters as suturing skin to other doctors.
Within ten minutes, the operation was completely over, and Mechelle was still lying on the sterile surgical drape full of blood.
"Let's all retreat. If nothing else happens, Luo Xichen's people should arrive within half an hour."
Huang gave the death order.
In an instant, the entire small hospital retreated.
**.**.**.**.
Luo Xichen was very anxious. Before getting on the plane, he received the news from Chris that Su Wanqing had been kidnapped by Hoshino Huang, but Mr. Truman insisted on going to the church cemetery to visit his late wife.
He was extremely anxious and could only endure it.
There are still twenty-one hours of flight left, and one or two more hours will make no difference. "Have you forgotten, you are pregnant, and it is Xichen's child." Huang slowly squatted down and said straightly.
Looking at Mechelle, "You need surgery."
Those dark eyes seemed to have magic power. Mechelle felt as if she had been sucked into a black hole and could never be pulled out again. Her mind was in a mess.
"You have made a private decision for life. Luo Xichen gave you a ring." After saying that, Huang took out a pink diamond ring from his pocket and slowly put it on Mechelle's ring finger. "You cherish this ring very much."
.”
Mechelle's eyes gradually lost focus, her thick lips moved slightly, and following Hoshino Huang's words, she murmured: "I cherish this ring very much..."
Seeing this, Hoshino Huang's eyes were like black holes, and he stood up and said to those burly men: "Send her to the operating room. I want to perform the operation myself."
"Yes, young master."
Several burly men carried Mechelle, who had lost consciousness, into the operating room as ordered.
Hoshino Huang followed, put on sterile surgical gown, and entered the operating room.
He first gave Mechelle a general anesthesia, then ordered someone to dye Mechelle's hair black, and finally injected a medicine into her eyes, and the green color instantly turned into black.
"Has the one-and-a-half-month-old freshly dead baby arrived?" Huang asked the assistant doctor in a cold voice.
"Go back to Young Master, you'll be there soon."
"You perform a laparotomy on her and a curettage to make her look like she has just had a miscarriage. I will do the craniotomy myself."
Before Huang put on sterile gloves, he made a phone call.
"Hey, is this Luo Xichen? The yarn is in my hand."
With a cold word, he hung up the phone.
The shadowless light was turned on, Huang put on sterile gloves, held a lancet in his hand, and scratched the area on Mechelle's head.
After slicing the surface layer of skin, a simple separation was performed, and the skull was sawed open. Blood spurted out, and Huang's obsidian-like eyes did not even blink, without a trace of warmth.
He used electric pliers, aimed at the memory hub of the cerebral cortex, and stabbed it accurately, releasing a pungent burning smell.
After putting down the electric clamp, Huang breathed a sigh of relief. From now on, Mechelle will be the only one in this world, and any memory of Mechelle will also be erased.
How can a useless person who doesn't even remember herself be expected to harm others?
Shazhi, I have avenged all your vengeance for you.
"Young Master, the uterus has been treated."
"Well, let's start sewing."
Huang took off his blood-stained gloves and handed over such trivial matters as suturing skin to other doctors.
Within ten minutes, the operation was completely over, and Mechelle was still lying on the sterile surgical drape full of blood.
"Let's all retreat. If nothing else happens, Luo Xichen's people should arrive within half an hour."
Huang gave the death order.
In an instant, the entire small hospital retreated.
**.**.**.**.
Luo Xichen was very anxious. Before getting on the plane, he received the news from Chris that Su Wanqing had been kidnapped by Hoshino Huang, but Mr. Truman insisted on going to the church cemetery to visit his late wife.
He was extremely anxious and could only endure it.
There are still twenty-one hours of flight left, so an extra hour or two won't make any difference.