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Shengxi Hospital.

The operation has been going on for two hours.

Through the door, there is torment and anxiety inside and outside.

"Where is he?!" Holding He Zhou's collar, Jiang Yuchen's face was already extremely gloomy. "Where was Li Youlin's fucking when Ji Weiran was in trouble?!"

The low pressure enveloped him, his breath was intimidating.

He Zhou's face was pale and his lips were squirming, but he couldn't even say a complete sentence: "Jiang...Jiang Young Master..."

He was so angry that he suddenly let go of his heart. Jiang Yuchen sneered and suddenly let go.

"roll!"

A cold sweat broke out from He Zhou's forehead: "Jiang..."

With a "click", the door of the operating room was opened.

Jiang Yuchen's breathing suddenly stopped.

Mu Qiao, who was sitting on the chair with red eyes, rubbed his arms and stood up.

"Cheng Chuan! Slightly destined... Slightly destined..."

"Aunt Qiao..." Cheng Chuan looked at her with a serious expression and a stinging throat. "She woke up, but asked to see Young Master Jiang, but only saw him..."

Mu Qiao was stunned for a moment, and the next second, she turned around and burst into tears.

Cheng Chuan no longer wastes time: "Mr. Jiang, I'll ask the nurse to take you to change into sterile clothes."

Jiang Yuchen almost squeezed out a word from the depths of his throat: "...Okay."

The first time he followed the nurse into the operating room, he saw... Ji Weiran lying there.

It was the first time he met her so weak.

No life.

The sourness invaded, and he quickly approached.

"Ji Weiran."

A familiar voice sounded faintly, and Ji Weiran opened his eyes with difficulty.

"River……"

"I am here."

"You said that you will...will help me, help me..."

Her voice was too small, and Jiang Yuchen had to get closer.

"You said, I will help you."

In his hoarse and dark voice, for the first time, his eyes faintly felt sour.

"help me……"

...

Five minutes later.

Jiang Yuchen walked out of the operating room.

The moment the door opened, Mu Qiao's blood stopped flowing.

"Yu Chen! Yu Chen slightly defiled her..."

Jiang Yuchen stood still, letting Mu Qiao hold his hand tightly, and said expressionlessly: "Aunt Qiao, she will be fine, and I won't let her have something to do."

"Yu Chen..."

"I have something to do and I'll be back soon."

After saying that, he pulled out his hand and strode away.

"Yu Chen!"

After staggering, Mu Qiao almost fell down.

"Madam!" He Zhou quickly held her with his hands, and his eyes began to turn red. "The doctors who operate the surgery are all experts, and my wife... will definitely be fine."

Mu Qiao looked at the direction where Jiang Yuchen left, breathing rapidly, and did not speak for a long time.

"lady……"

He Zhou was worried that she could not bear it, so he said that he wanted to help her sit down again.

Mu Qiao held his hand down and asked in a trembling voice: "Where was that bastard when something happened to Weiran? Why haven't he appeared yet? Does he still have the heart? The one who is lying inside now is his wife who is bleeding heavily! What's more important than his wife?!"

"lady……"

Mu Qiao's mind was confused since she knew that Ji Weiran was kidnapped, but now, she suddenly understood.

"Is he at Zhao Wanyan's place?! Is he?!"

He Zhou's face suddenly turned pale.

"lady……"

He couldn't say it.

"say!"

"husband……"

"Buzzing--"

The sudden ringtone of the cell phone broke the deadlock with vibrations.

When it comes to Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

He Zhou took out his cell phone and felt that it weighed a thousand pounds.

Mu Qiao also saw it.

She snatched her phone over almost without thinking, trembling, and pressed the shutdown button heavily!

He Zhou's heart suddenly jumped: "Madam!"

Mu Qiao fell on the bench and sat: "What else did he call?! He wasn't by Zhao Wanyan's side?! I don't allow you to answer his phone! He is not qualified to know Weiran's situation! Don't tell him! Don't..."

She covered her eyes with her hands, and her chest was undulating violently, and she couldn't cry.

She has always been elegant and has long lost her composure. Her well-maintained face seems to be growing old at this moment.

He Zhou's heart also felt tingling.

Finally, he was silent.

...

On the elevated road, a black Maybach was sailing forward at a speed.

In the car, Li Youlin's face was dull, as if he was blending with the night.

The veins on the backs of his hands, holding the steering wheel, were already exposed, as if the blood vessels would burst in the next second, and his heart was as if it was tightly clenched by an invisible big hand, making him unable to breathe and he was dripping blood.

He Zhou turned off his phone, Jiang Yuchen refused to answer the phone, Xing Xing could not contact him, Wen Mochen didn't know what he had given birth to...

No one can be contacted... can't be contacted.

Never once, he felt so tormented, uneasy, and even... fear like now.

Dyeing...

My heart is getting more and more painful.

The night is getting darker.

After a fifty-minute journey, Li Youlin shortened to half an hour.

Finally, it's here.

Ask and run.

Soon, the operating room was close to me.

His breath was shaking, and he was worried every step he took.

He saw...

"Mr. Li..." Hearing the footsteps, He Zhou saw the person coming.

On the chair, Mu Qiao's body suddenly froze.

Following the sound, she looked over.

In an instant, the accumulation of anger and disappointment reached its peak. She stood up and asked sternly, and tears that had finally stopped surging again: "What are you doing here?! Ah?! Get out of here!"

Every word hit Li Youlin's heart.
To be continued...