CEO’s Contract Sweet Wife

The doctor didn't dare to continue speaking because the hand around his neck had tightened, making it difficult for him to breathe. The man's dark red eyes made him understand that if he said anything bad, he would die without a burial.    

    

Luo Yu parked the car and rushed to the emergency room. He saw that Rong Heting had lost his mind, so he quickly clamped onto the doctor's finger that was becoming tighter and tighter. His voice sounded anxious, but he tried to calm Rong Heting down.    

    

"Boss, let go! Who dares to save my little cutie after killing the doctor!" "Hurry and let go, Bai Sheng is in the hospital, he's coming over right away!"    

    

Rong Heting's tyrannical gaze had calmed down a little because of Luo Yu's words, but he still gripped the doctor's neck and shifted his gaze to Mu Qianqian who was lying on the bed beside him. The pain in his heart was indescribable. He would rather have been shot himself than have the little thing trade an arm for his safety.    

    

Wasn't he the most afraid of him? Why did they still rush over to protect him?    

    

Mu Qianqian was lying on the bed, listening to the doctor's words. Although she was in so much pain that her whole body was soaked in sweat, she was still able to keep her consciousness. When she heard the bullet wound her blood vessels, she immediately understood the severity of the pain.    

    

Different from being afraid of Rong Heting, when Mu Qianqian thought of how she was going to lose an arm in the future, she felt that everything had become hopeless.    

    

"Beast, I don't want to amputate, I don't want to …" Mu Qianqian, who had not shed a single tear along the way, couldn't hold on any longer. She always wanted to be strong, but reality always struck her hard.    

    

Rong Heting put down the doctor in his hands and hugged Mu Qianqian. He didn't know why, but he couldn't bear the way Mu Qianqian was looking at him right now. It wasn't the first time his little thing had asked him for it, but this time, it made him feel pain and heartache.    

    

"I'm here, Qianqian, don't be afraid. I'm here, I'm here no matter what you look like."    

    

Rong Heting held onto Mu Qianqian, who was crying uncontrollably. He didn't know if he could persist with his initial thought. He couldn't let her leave him. She could only wait for Bai Sheng to arrive. Perhaps with Bai Sheng's medical skills, Qianqian still had a glimmer of hope.    

    

All the medical personnel stood in the emergency room, trembling with fear. They did not dare to leave, nor did they dare to step forward. The moment they knew that the person in front of them was Young Master Di in Dongfeng, especially the scene where they almost killed someone, all the doctors and nurses dared not to neglect their task. This was because they all knew that provoking Young Master Rong would definitely not be something they could bear.    

    

While everyone helplessly looked at the dying Mu Qianqian on the sickbed, waiting for Rong Heting's final decision, a figure pushed aside the crowd and directly rushed to the sickbed. Behind him was a handsome man in white clothes.    

    

How could he forget that there was a patient on the 21st floor in the advanced ward who even the dean did not dare to offend. If he was not called as an assistant in an emergency operation room, he would not have believed that such a young boy in front of him could have such high skill in surgery.    

    

It seemed like everyone could be saved!    

    

The other doctors and nurses didn't know about Mu Shen, but since the attending physician didn't say anything, they didn't dare to speak carelessly in front of Rong Heting. Seeing that the youth didn't care about Rong Heting at all, they only checked Mu Qianqian's wound for a bit before getting up and giving orders coldly.    

    

"Everyone get out of here and prepare all the tools you can. No need to look for the source of blood, my sister doesn't want dirty blood on anyone else."    

    

After saying that, Mu Shen walked to the disinfector in the emergency room. He looked at the doctor who was still frozen on the spot coldly and spoke harshly, "Do you need me to say it again?"    

    

His sharp eyes swept over the dazed crowd, causing everyone to quickly recover. They hurriedly ran out of the emergency room to prepare things. The remaining fear in their hearts was like seeing a king who had the same aura as Young Master Rong, causing them to not dare to disobey his orders.    

    

Rong Heting looked at the young man who went past Wu Tie to check on Mu Qianqian's injuries. His brows unconsciously tightened, especially when he heard the young man say "my sister". Rong Heting immediately understood the young man's identity.    

    

Seeing that Bai Sheng did not stop Mu Shen from checking on Mu Qianqian's injuries, he did not refuse since it was the little thing's brother. Since Bai Sheng was able to get Mu Shen to come at such a critical time, his medical skills must be as good as Bai Sheng's.    

    

Mu Qianqian, who was on the verge of fainting, opened her eyes after hearing Mu Shen's voice. She looked at Mu Shen, who had taken out a sterile coat from the disinfector and put it on, and revealed a relieved smile.    

    

"Deep …"    

    

Mu Shen changed his clothes. Looking at Bai Sheng who changed his clothes automatically, he nodded gratefully, "Thank you for helping me."    

    

He knew who Bai Sheng was. Mu Shen, who knew those people well, did not waste time on pleasantries. Instead, he walked over to Rong Heting and snatched Mu Qianqian from his arms.    

    

"Qianqian saved your injury?"    

    

Seemingly not needing Rong Heting's reply, Mu Shen put Mu Qianqian on the emergency room operating table, comforting her while stroking her wet hair.    

    

"Don't be afraid, don't worry and sleep. I won't let anything happen to you."    

    

Unlike Rong Heting, Mu Shen smiled gently at Mu Qianqian. He lowered his head to kiss the corner of Mu Qianqian's tearful eyes and gently pushed the syringe that had appeared out of nowhere into the veins on Mu Qianqian's arm.    

    

Seeing Mu Qianqian close her eyes, Rong Heting felt depressed, like a little thing that couldn't find peace in his arms and threw itself into someone else's arms. Even though that man was her brother, he still felt uncomfortable.    

    

However, his originally anxious mood relaxed. He didn't know why, but he felt that Mu Shen would definitely be able to cure his little thing perfectly.    

    

Mu Shen didn't turn around to look at Rong Heting. He took the surgical instruments from Bai Ye and said, "If you want to change into sterile clothes here," coldly. Then he started the operation with Bai Ye.    

    

Rong Heting felt enmity from Mu Shen's words, but unlike before, he just felt that Mu Shen's attitude couldn't anger him at all. He even felt gratified by Mu Shen's occasional words to him.    

    

Rong Heting changed into a sterile coat and stood beside Mu Qianqian's bed, watching two pairs of clever fingers constantly controlling all kinds of forceps and tweezers on Mu Qianqian's wound.