The nurse looked at her, looked at the emergency room No. 1 again, and said, "It's the man who shot and injured people. He...he was hijacking you just now."
It turned out that the nurse was working in the emergency room and saw everything that happened in the morning.
After she said this, Lin Qianqian was sure of her thoughts.
I suddenly felt scared, that is, Qi Yifeng was hiding with Yang Taotaotao these days.
Yang Taotao was kidnapped by him and went home. He was injured and walked northward. It was fake, and Qi Yifeng never left.
If it weren't for Yang Taotao's illness, she would probably not have bumped into Qi Yifeng, and would not have noticed that Yang Taotao was arrested.
Lin Qianqian felt extremely guilty and sad, and felt that she had caused Yang Taotaotao to be like this.
It is rare that she came to find her, but she encountered Qi Yifeng's big distortion.
The murder and robbery failed, but his good sisters were forced into the hospital.
Lin Qianqian asked about Yang Taotao’s condition and knew that she was getting a fever-reducing injection and handed it over to the hospitalization department.
She looked back at Deng Liang who was unconscious, and remembered his desperate efforts to save him just now. At this time, she shouldn't have left him alone.
"Zhixuan..." Lin Qianqian pulled Shangguan Zhixuan and begged with her eyes.
Before she could finish her speech, Shangguan Zhixuan said, "You stay, I'll go and see Taotao's situation, and come down to find you later."
"Okay." That's what she meant.
In this way, the two of them acted separately.
After watching Yang Taotao and the others disappear into the elevator, Lin Qianqian quickly called Yan Mubei.
At this time, she didn't care whether he woke up or not, it was related to Deng Liang's life, so she had to do so.
Fortunately, the phone was answered soon, and Yan Mubeiji muttered dissatisfiedly: "Where did you go early in the morning?"
"I was in the lobby emergency room downstairs. Deng Liang was shot. I didn't have Zhong Cheng's phone number. Can you..."
"I'm shot?" Yan Mubei snatched her words: "What happened? Are you injured?"
"I'm fine. He was injured by Qi Yifeng twice and shot in the back in order to protect me."
"Qi Yifeng? It's him again." Yan Mubei gritted his teeth: "I understand. I'll call Zhong Cheng now and let him go over and see Deng Liang."
"Yes." After hanging up the phone, Lin Qianqian approached the No. 1 emergency room.
The doctor from the emergency department helped him temporarily stop the bleeding, and then he pushed him to the operating room with all his might.
Lin Qianqian followed closely, until the operating room door was at the same time, Zhong Cheng ran over and said, "Where is the person?"
"Inside, he was shot twice and he shed a lot of blood. I'm afraid..."
"Okay, I get it."
Zhong Cheng didn't tremble, and put on the doctor's robe while pushing open the operating room door and walking in.
It was only then that Lin Qianqian noticed that his hair was in chaos, probably when he woke up.
Two minutes later, Yan Mubei was escorted down by bodyguards. He was still sitting in a wheelchair with an anxious look on his face: "How is the situation?"
"Doctor Zhong is in." Lin Qianqian stepped forward, put her hand into his palm, and tightly held the man's broad palm.
Yan Mubei held her thick palms hard, which immediately made her feel calm and composed.
It's great, it's great that he's here.
Because she had just finished the operation, Lin Qianqian didn't dare to sit on his lap and pulled him to the chair next to her. She sat down and leaned against his wheelchair.
I had a nervous breakdown for a morning and now I had a space to relieve my breathing.
At the end of the corridor there is a beverage sales machine.