Xiang Yutian walked forward quickly, looked down at the person in his arms, gritted his teeth and spoke forcefully, "Jiang Weiwei, even if you really go to hell, I will pull you out!"
Don't think about dying.
Don't think about dying so easily. All the years of thoughts you owe him must be paid back to him!
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It's getting dark.
Dozens of uniformly dressed people were forcefully infiltrated into the No. 1 Hospital in H City, and the corridor of the emergency room was completely surrounded, prohibiting anyone from approaching.
The huge scene caused some family members of patients to curse and even call the police.
Xiang Yutian was sitting on the blue chair in the corridor, his back slightly bent, the blood on his hands was slowly drying, and the sounds outside disturbed him.
"Lone Eagle, go and settle things."
"Yes, Mr. Xiang." Gu Ying walked out quickly.
The sounds outside gradually became quieter.
With his fingers intertwined and the tip of his index finger touching his forehead, Xiang Yutian looked steadily at the ground in the hospital corridor. In his peripheral vision, the lights in the emergency room were always on, all red.
Like a burning flame.
survived.
Jiang Weiwei, come back to life, don't die, you can't die...
Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the inside. Xiang Yutian immediately stood up, straightening his back, staring straight at the nurse in sterilization clothes. For a moment, he couldn't even ask how she was doing.
At this moment, he became very scared. The answer he was afraid of hearing was not what he wanted.
For more than ten years, he has never been so afraid in a hail of bullets.
The nurse was frightened by his gaze and subconsciously said, "I...I just went to get the blood bag."
"The blood bag isn't ready yet?"
Xiang Yuqiang roared in a very corrupt manner, turning to glare at his men, "Go and bring me the only blood bags that match the blood types of H City and Jiang! Hurry!"
"yes."
Several of his men ran away in a hurry, fearing that they would be killed by Xiang Yutian if they were too late.
The nurse was so frightened that she forgot to take any action and just stared at him blankly.
"Aren't you leaving yet?"
Xiang Yutian glanced at her fiercely.
"Yes, I'll go right away."
The nurse left in a hurry. The aura of this man was too strong, too domineering, and too scary.
Xiang Yutian stood on the spot and paced anxiously, inserting a hand into his hair, messing up his short hair, and his feminine face was as pale as a patient.
The nurse came back with the blood bag, and Xiang Yutian followed in with three steps at a time.
"Sir, you can't come in here."
"Go and save people!" Xiang Yutian glared at the nurse who came up to him.
The hostility in his eyes was so strong, and the aura was so strong that it seemed to swallow up everything. Several nurses looked at each other and silently retreated to the operating table to help the doctor.
Xiang Yutian stood a little far away from the operating table and looked straight over.
Under the strong light, Jiang Weiwei was lying dying, and the infusion bag and blood bag were injected into her body at the same time.
Several doctors gathered around her to treat the wounds on her head... blocking his view. He couldn't see her face, and could only see the weak heartbeat on the instrument.
The number dropped a few times from time to time, and his heart seemed to be pulled outward by an invisible hand.
The numbers are...low again.
Xiang Yutian stared at the numbers and curves on the instrument, his face tensed, his eyes motionless...
The smell of blood was strong in the operating room, and a pack of blood bags was being consumed and gradually emptied.
The doctor was busy, and the nurse kept adding various surgical tools to her. Time was passing. Xiang Yutian clenched his fists and said, "Save her, give her a suite, and give her whatever she wants."