Gong Shaoming rolled his eyes, took out his gun and pointed it at the doctor who was kneeling on the ground. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Spare your life? I just asked you to repeat what you said. Did I say I want your life?"
Although he said this, the gun in his hand did not move even an inch, and it was firmly locked on the doctor who was kneeling on the ground.
"Second Young Master, but Miss An's condition is really beyond repair. She subconsciously chose to give up. No matter how good the medicine is, she can't save her..."
"boom--"
There was a gunshot.
The doctor who was eager to defend himself just now fell into a pool of blood before he could finish speaking.
All the doctors standing in a row with him couldn't help but start to tremble.
Looking at Gong Shaoming's eyes was like looking at a devil from hell.
But this is the Gong family, and no one dares to comment on his decision...
Gong Shaoming slowly took back the gun, rubbed his forehead, and glanced at the doctors standing in a row with his sharp eyes.
"Who will tell me now whether she can still wake up?"
"..."
The doctors in the row looked at each other, no one dared to say anything.
Although An Moran's injury that slit the aorta was not serious, it was not fatal at all.
Being unconscious all the time is the patient's subconscious choice to give up on himself. No matter how good the medical skills are, the heart ailments still need to be treated with heart medicine!
"Since there is no use staying with you, then we can all bury her with her."
Gong Shaoming's eyes were sharp, veins appeared in the hand holding the gun, and he aimed it at the doctors.
"Second Young Master, please spare your life. We will definitely find a way to wake up Miss An. Please give us a little more time, Second Young Master!"
The head of the Gongjia Medical Team finally made up his mind to speak out.
After hearing his words, Gong Shaoming's livid face softened a little. He walked to the unconscious An Moran and touched her beautiful face with his big palm.
Whispering softly, "Did you hear me? The doctor said he will definitely revive you. I won't give you any chance to escape from me. Don't even think about getting rid of me in heaven or hell!"
He turned to look at the doctor who was kneeling on the ground, frowned slightly, and said sternly, "If you don't go down here and find a way, if she doesn't wake up within three days, I'll take your heads!"
"Yes, yes, let's find a way right now..."
Nodding hurriedly, everyone climbed up from where they were in panic, leaned over and stumbled out of the door.
Facing the moody Gong Shaoming is simply a nightmare.
In just a few minutes, I was already walking back and forth in front of the Palace of the King of Hell.
terrible……
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Moonlight Street, street-facing apartment.
"Yo yo... Egg fried rice is the simplest but the most difficult. The rice has to be separated into grains and the eggs must stick to it, yo yo..."
Late at night, Gu Qianqian, who was tired from crying, was lying on her big bed and fast asleep, when a harsh ringtone from her cell phone rang throughout the room.
My little hands fumbled randomly around the bedside for a while, and finally I found my phone in the far corner. I unconsciously pressed the answer button and brought it to my ear.
"Hey, did you know that I'm sleeping? If something happens, I'll go back to court. If nothing happens, I'll leave!" Qia Beibei roared.
"Secretary Gu, it's me, Fu Chen."
With a whooshing sound, Gu Qianqian instantly sat up from the bed, took the phone from her ear and looked at the caller ID.
Then he quickly leaned into his ear and said, "Fu, Special Assistant Fu, you are so late, why do you want to see me for anything?"
"Secretary Gu, I'm not looking for you, it's the CEO who is drunk and asked you to pick him up at Wuji Nightclub."
Fu Chen's serious voice came from the other end of the phone.
