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Rong Heting wanted to chase her, but he suddenly felt the sticky sensation on his palm. He quickly looked down and saw the wound on the woman's right shoulder that was tightly hugging him. Soon, the wound was dyed red.
"Who allowed you to block it? If you dare get into trouble, I'll kill you! "
Rong Heting roared. He carried the weak Mu Qianqian and rushed to the door.
The killer's gun was aimed at his chest, but Mu Qianqian rushed forward to block it. Since she was a bit short and was a bit too tall, it coincidentally struck her right shoulder. However, if the assassin's spear skills were not accurate, even the slightest deviation would take her life!
Mu Qianqian's face was deathly pale, her hair was drenched in sweat from the pain. She bit her lips as she endured the pain on her shoulder. She felt dizzy. Smelling the familiar scent of tobacco from the man's body, Mu Qianqian couldn't help but laugh inwardly.
If I really died, you would have saved your energy!
Leaning her face weakly against the man's chest, Mu Qianqian forced herself to keep her last bit of consciousness. Mu Qianqian chuckled as she looked at her big hand covering the wound on her shoulder.
She was so greedy for the warmth Rong Heting brought her occasionally. Even if it didn't belong to her, she still wanted to find it and sink into depravity. Maybe it was because he was too lonely that he would covet something that did not belong to him.
Everything happened in a state of chaos. When Ye Feng came back to his senses, Rong Heting had already disappeared from the set with Mu Qianqian in his arms. His heart was no longer as calm as it was before.
Seeing Qianqian rush to Rong Heting and use her own life to protect that aloof and proud man, Ye Feng panicked. His heart felt as if something that belonged to him was forcibly snatched away by someone else.
His sore hands reminded him that everything he'd just seen was real, and the dark red blood on Qianqian's body was still dripping to the ground. Ye Feng forced himself to calm down. Thinking about Mu Qianqian's injury, he became even more worried and didn't dare to waste any more time. He quickly left the set and drove to the hospital.
"Pain …" Beast... "I'm in so much pain …"
"Be good and hang on, we'll be at the hospital soon."
Rong Heting lowered his head and kissed Mu Qianqian's forehead. He hugged her tighter and stepped on the accelerator to the ground. The scenery on the street was like an illusion. Before he could see clearly, he had already retreated.
Luo Yu had never seen his boss so nervous and helpless before. He immediately rushed over when he heard that something was wrong with the recording studio. The moment he got off the car, he saw his boss run out the door in a fluster with a cute little girl in his arms.
Gun wound! Did someone make a move again?
The black Rolls-Royce shot like an arrow to the front door of the hospital. Rong Heting opened the door of the car and carried Mu Qianqian to the emergency room before Luo Yu's car could stop completely.
His little mind was getting blurry, his face was getting paler and paler, and he was talking about the pain on his body from time to time, which made Rong Heting's footsteps speed up.
As soon as the car stopped, he took out his cell phone and called Bai Sheng. He remembered that yesterday he told Bai Sheng to come and see Mu Shen. He wished that he was in the hospital, otherwise, with his boss' temper, everyone in the hospital would suffer!
At this moment, Bai Sheng was flipping through the medical notes Mu Shen had casually jotted down. It could be that Mu Shen lived in the hospital every day, so it basically covered all the medical records.
Bai Sheng noticed Mu Shen's long and clean fingers, which were like his own. He smiled as he looked at the young man opposite him. He was obviously not an adult, but he had the same unfathomable appearance as Rong Heting.
"Will the patient be allowed to operate in the operating room?"
Bai Sheng knew that Mu Shen's hand was caused by his constant inertia before and after surgery. Like him, Mu Shen's skill in surgery was definitely not low.
Mu Shen looked at the man who came in the morning and didn't say anything to him but quietly listened to him and the other experts' discussion. Mu Shen didn't feel it was strange that he could see through his own strength and just smiled indifferently.
"Aren't all patients supposed to go to the operation room for surgery? What's so strange about that?"
Bai Sheng smiled in understanding. He knew Mu Shen was trying to double check. He didn't avoid the fact that Mu Shen could enter the operating room through special channels to perform surgery on patients, but he also didn't directly admit it. However, with Mu Shen's medical skills, even the President would be eager to have Mu Shen deal with all the difficult operations, right?
Bai Sheng thought of the many research projects that had been proposed by Dongfeng City Central Hospital and DF University. Looking at the young man's demonic smile, he felt a sense of friendship.
Thinking about what Luo Yu had told him, Bai Sheng was also curious about the blood problem that made Mu Shen, who had such high medical attainment, unable to cure it. Just as he wanted to ask, his cellphone's ringtone broke the silence in the ward.
Bai Sheng looked down and saw that it was the internal phone call between Luo Yu and the others. He knew that it must be something urgent, so he immediately picked it up without bothering about Mu Shen's inquiry. Something must have happened to Heting. Otherwise, Luo Yu wouldn't have used their private number!
"Hey …"
Bai Sheng had only said one word when Luo Yu, who was on the other side of the phone, had anxiously told him everything. He asked him where he was before hurriedly hanging up.
Bai Sheng put down his phone, turned around and frowned. He looked into Mu Shen's eyes and didn't hide anything.
"Your sister was shot. She's in the emergency room."
Rong Heting grabbed onto the doctor's collar in the emergency room, his eyes red with murderous intent.
"What did you say?" She had only been shot in the shoulder. How could she have touched a big vein? What amputation? If you dare to touch one of her fingers, I will make your whole family die for that finger! "
All of Rong Heting's endurance had disappeared without a trace. When he heard the doctor say that he was going to amputate, his head no longer had its usual calm and support.
How could this coincidentally happen? Many of his subordinates' shoulders were also stabbed by daggers, but no one had been as serious as Qianqian. What should he do?
No, he wouldn't let anything happen to her. If he really lost an arm, his little thing would never smile at him again. She would be completely destroyed!
Although the doctor was afraid of Rong Heting's threat, he still explained shakily, "Young Master Rong, Miss Mu's bullet happened to be in the vital blood vessels. Miss Mu has lost too much blood and needs to be transfused with a blood transfusion, but our hospital's blood bank doesn't have the same blood type as Miss Mu's.