The blue veins on his forehead protruded, suppressing the anger and worry in his heart, and his eyes were as cold as sharp, making people feel frightened and frightened.
Fang Yan turned his head, filled with annoyance and self-blame in his heart, his eyes were slightly red, his fists were tightly clenched, and he knelt down suddenly: "It's all my subordinates' fault. Brother Chen went to Liancheng Mansion to hunt for treasures.
Not counting the intrusion of three parties, the Duke abandoned Lian Chen Mansion. Bombs were installed everywhere under the ground, and the blasting system was activated. Brother Chen..."
After saying that, he punched himself in the face, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were sour and red, and he felt full of regret in his heart.
If it hadn't been for his recommendation, Ou Luochen wouldn't have gone, and it wouldn't happen this way.
Chu Li shouted coldly: "s=h=i=t!" His eyes were as deep as water, and he was so sinister that he almost wanted to kill someone: "Send all the best doctors here. If you can't save him, they will all be buried with him!"
The cold and sinister voice echoed outside the entire corridor, like falling snow in June, and it instantly fell into a cold winter land, with chills and bloodlust filling the corridor.
At this moment, no one dared to speak or delay. Fang Yan stood up immediately and went to contact other doctors.
Ou Luochen is in danger, and they have to race against the world.
If it had been a second late, I'm afraid Ou Luochen...
Chu Li clenched his fists, his pupils were cold and frightening, and his whole body exuded a terrifying murderous intent and haze. His eyes were fixed on the operating room, and his feet seemed to be filled with lead, unable to move a single step.
Ou Luochen is not well...
Ou Luochen is not well...
Damn it, I had a good time drinking last night, but today it’s such a miserable situation!
damn it!
The door of the operating room was pushed open again, and this time, all the doctors came out, all with heavy faces.
Chu Li lifted the collar of an old man, his eyes were sinister, and he could hear his own trembling voice: "Tell me! How is the situation?"
The old man looked heavy, shook his head, and said sadly: "We tried our best."
Chu Li's eyes were so red that they were filled with scarlet red, and a bloodthirsty light flashed, like the god of death from hell, cold and terrifying. He threw the old man away and rushed towards the operating room crazily.
In the operating room, the strong smell of blood wafted in the air, and gauze and blood were scattered all over the floor.
But the man on the operating table was lying quietly, with his eyes closed and no breathing. The man's skin was like snow, smoother and more delicate than the peeled egg membrane. His long eyelashes covered his eyes, motionless.
, like two butterflies eating water, their appearance is still charming, their face is pale and bloodless, but their lips are as red as blood, they are like the beautiful men in ancient Greece who are sleeping and can never wake up.
Chu Li's body trembled slightly, his eyes widened, he stepped forward quickly, punched the man in the chest, and shouted in a rough voice: "Get up!"
damn it!
With their status, they have already put life aside and are no longer afraid of life and death.
Even so, he couldn't just watch him leave like this, he wouldn't allow it!
The cold voice echoed in the operating room, mixed with a hint of trembling. At this moment, the man's eyes suddenly widened, and there was a scarlet light in his eyes, as if there was a devil living in his heart.
The room was empty and eerily quiet. The man on the operating table showed no reaction, no breath, and his body was cold and without warmth.
There was a strong sadness in the air, and a dead silence.
Looking at the pale and bloodless face, looking at the peacefully sleeping man, Chu Li clenched his fists tightly, his eyes couldn't help but heat up slightly, and his heart felt sour.