Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

The corridor outside the operating room.

The incandescent lamps illuminated the snow-white walls on both sides, making the whole atmosphere look quiet and cold. Bo Yucheng was leaning against the wall slumped, that tall and tall figure seemed lonely for no reason, and his whole body revealed an aura that strangers should not enter ...

Standing beside him, Wen Le didn't even dare to vent his breath. He just raised his eyes to look at the indicator light from time to time, but the "in operation" light was always on, and the closed door had not been opened for a long time.

At this moment, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded...

Xiao Qianche ran towards the operating room, saw countless people waiting in the corridor, before he had time to give himself a chance to breathe, he hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

Bo Yucheng's eyes were lowered, and there was a dead silence in his eyes. He kept gently rubbing the skin of his right palm with his left fingertips.

The palm that held the girl's hand tightly before...

He always felt that there seemed to be some lingering warmth.

Wen Le glanced at him sideways, then raised his eyes to look at Xiao Qianche, "Sorry sir, may I ask you to be..."

Xiao Qianche immediately handed over the safe in his hand.

He introduced himself, "Jingshige Xiao Qianche, Lanlan ordered me to escort this batch of experimental medicine to the Southern Central Hospital of Szhou."

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng raised his eyes and looked at him.

Xiao Qianche looked up at the door of the operating room, and frowned tightly, "How is Lanlan doing now?"

Wen Le immediately pulled Xiao Qianche aside.

He knew that Bo Yucheng was unwilling to face the real situation, so he lowered his voice and introduced, "The dagger happened to stab her in the heart, and she was just pushed into the operating room for rescue, so I don't know the situation yet."

"The location of the heart..." Xiao Qianche's breath stopped.

His brows were full of worry, and his usually soft eyes were much cooler, "Have you found out who did it?"

"Investigating." Wen Le pursed his lower lip, "Judging from the surveillance, that person has been guarding the corridor, waiting for the target to appear. It's obviously a deliberate murder, but I'm not sure who it is for."

Xiao Qianche couldn't help but took a deep breath, and he looked towards the operating room with serious eyes, "I hope Lan Lan will be fine."

He clenched the handle of the safe, his knuckles turning white.

But remembering Shi Qinglan's original intention of coming to the Southern Central Hospital, he lowered his eyes to look at the safe in his hand, then raised his eyes, and cast his eyes on the middle-aged man guarding the operating room together...

"Excuse me, are you Dean Smith?" Xiao Qianche had investigated the basic information of the Central Hospital before coming here.

Dean Smith nodded, "Yes, I am."

"This is the experimental medicine that Doctor Jinglan specially ordered me to send, please Dean Smith, give these medicines to the patient."

He offered the safe with both hands, "Dr. Jinglan came here to treat patients and save lives. Although she had some accidents, she must still hope that all patients are safe and sound."

Dean Smith looked at the safe with tears in his eyes.

He took it with trembling hands, "Well... Doctor Jinglan is so righteous! God will bless her to be fine!"

Xiao Qianche pursed her lower lip and nodded slightly.

Dean Smith immediately took the safe and left temporarily, and arranged for other medical staff to continue to follow the treatment plan formulated by Shi Qinglan before, and prepare for the appropriateness of distributing the special medicine!

The corridor outside the operating room was once again silent...

Three men stood outside the operating room, one was depressed and lost his mind, one looked up at the light of the operating room from time to time, the other was waiting anxiously while sending messages, exchanging with Wen Mo about the progress of the young lady's operation and the investigation of the assassin Condition.

"Squeak—"

There was a sudden knock on the door of the operating room.

Bo Yucheng's dead eyes suddenly lit up a little, and he immediately rushed over, "Doctor!"

"How about my fiancee!" His brows and eyes were full of anxiety, his voice was hoarse and deep, not as pleasant as usual.

Xiao Qianche originally wanted to be the first to chase after him to ask, but Bo Yucheng was a step ahead of him after all, and the sentence "my fiancee" made him pause slightly, and then silently stood beside him.

Wen Le also immediately cast his eyes on the doctor...

The eyes of the three men were shining with light, the kind of sporadic light in a deep pool, full of anxiety and hope.

But the doctor's expression looked serious. He looked up at the three men, hesitated for a moment, and then shook his head slowly.

Seeing this, Bo Yucheng's brain froze suddenly.

In those deep black pupils, the little sparks that had finally been ignited gradually swayed and extinguished bit by bit.

"What do you mean by shaking your head?" His voice choked slightly.

The doctor sighed heavily, and handed over several intraoperative examinations, "Doctor Jinglan's condition is not very good."

"The dagger stabbed near her heart. Although she was lucky enough to avoid the most dangerous artery, it was too close to her heart. She experienced cardiac arrest during the process of pulling out the dagger. Although her heartbeat has recovered now, her heart The pacing was weak and we were not sure what the outcome would be."

Bo Yucheng immediately looked down at the inspection reports.

His fingers were still trembling slightly. Hearing the doctor's words, his heart constricted suddenly...

"So you mean..." Wen Le asked hesitantly.

When asking, he deliberately peeked at the top of the operating room door, and the "operating" light was still on.

The doctor handed over a piece of paper with a serious face, "Let's call the patient's family first and sign the critical illness notice."

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng suddenly raised his eyes.

His black pupils shrank suddenly, his deep eyes were a little dazed, and his voice was extremely deep, "Notice of critical illness?"

"She was fine a few hours ago..." Bo Yucheng's voice tightened, "She still laughed at me, and happily told me that the medicine will be delivered soon, and the patient will be saved immediately."

"Now, you want me to sign her critical illness notice?"

Every word of his seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his heart, wrapped in extremely heavy panting, and his voice was frighteningly cold.

But the doctor could only lower his eyes and say, "I'm sorry, signing the critical illness notice is a surgical procedure, but we will do our best."

"I don't want to be sorry! I don't want to try my best!" Bo Yucheng growled suddenly, he pointed at the closed door, his fingertips trembling violently, "I want her to come out properly!"

"Master Bo, calm down!" Wen Le immediately stopped the man.

Xiao Qianche also immediately helped stop her, and he turned his head to confirm with the doctor, "How dangerous is Lanlan's life right now?"

"If the operation goes well, it may be fine, but if there is any accident during the operation, it may... not come out."

Doctors must truthfully inform them of the situation, "Any surgery is risky, but we will do our best."

Hey hey hey, how is Lan Lan~

Ask for a monthly ticket la la la I will repeat it again at the end of the month~