The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, and looked at Li Aoran, who was slowly walking out of the hospital lobby with fearful eyes - the pistol in his hand was still emitting billowing white smoke.
Li Aoran, wearing a military uniform, is imposing and majestic.
"You guys just want gossip news, don't you want your life?! If you don't act restlessly, that bullet just passed through more than just air!!" Li Aoran spoke in a low voice.
It was low and light, but it made everyone shiver involuntarily.
A piercing cold look killed him.
Those stupid reporters quickly disappeared without a trace with a "swish" sound.
"General -" a guard stepped forward and shouted respectfully.
Li Aoran glanced at the two guards who had just fought with the group of reporters and had their foreheads bleeding. He whispered: "Take them down to treat their wounds."
"Yes!" The guard performed a standard military salute, then nodded to two guards and helped the injured man toward the hall.
When Li Aoran turned around and was about to go upstairs again, he glanced at Mu Wanqing, who was pinned to the floor by six tall and burly guards, unable to move.
There were bruises at the corners of her eyes and bright red blood at the corners of her mouth.
It was obvious that she was in a desperate situation, and that she had no chance to fight to the death, but her eyes were arrogant and cold.
Li Aoran frowned involuntarily.
The captain of the guard noticed Li Aoran staring directly at Mu Wanqing, and his heart suddenly thumped. Could it be that... the general knows her?!
Just as he was about to greet the six, he panted heavily and used all his strength to finally let go of the guard who was holding down the crazy Mu Wanqing.
Li Aoran said coldly: "Miss, it's okay, but don't come here casually. This hospital is not something you have the ability and qualifications to break into."
With that said, Li Aoran asked the guard to throw her out, then warned Mu Wanqing a few words, turned around and went upstairs.
Mu Wanqing lay on the ground, like a little beast on the verge of death, shouting weakly but hoarsely: "Let me see An An, let me see my son..."
She was really desperate.
I have never thought that the isolation that I admire when I make up my mind will be indestructible, just like an iron cage.
No matter how hard she struggled, how hard she tried, how hard she tried, she couldn't get in even one bit.
When Li Aoran heard Mu Wanqing's sobs, his sharp black eyes suddenly tightened...
Mu Wanqing followed Li Aoran to the operating room on the fifth floor. The moment she caught sight of Yang Mufan, she lost control of her emotions. She rushed forward madly, grabbed his clothes, and shouted loudly: "Yang Mufan, you
How did you take care of An An?! Why did he get sick and why did he go to the hospital?! What on earth did you do to An An?!"
"..." Compared to Mu Wanqing who was furious and excited, Yang Mufan was extremely calm.
He stared coldly at the woman with red eyes, blazing with rage, and spat out a sentence indifferently with his thin lips: "Three seconds, take away your dirty hands..."
