"Hurry... Go and call Dr. Moore... Hurry..." Long Zihan, who had always been steady, now looked panicked and scared. As soon as he lifted the two of them onto the plane, he roared at his subordinates.

Soon, a middle-aged foreign man in a white coat rushed over with a medicine box. He watched the two people who were bleeding profusely on the ground and hurriedly treated them. His expression was tense and serious. While concentrating on treating the two people's wounds, he ordered: "Come on now."

They were sent to the nearest hospital where I had no tools to do the surgery!”

When he saw that black blood was constantly flowing from Cheng Mohan's wounds, he looked at Cheng Mohan and looked at it with some blood stains on his hands with gloves. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked surprised on his face.

"How are they?" Long Zihan asked nervously as he stared at the two people on the hospital bed.

Dr. Moore did not raise his head and frowned and said, "Mr. Mo's condition is a little better. I have stopped the bleeding for him now. I will be sent to the hospital to remove the bullet later. If nothing unexpected happens during the operation, then as long as you practice well, it will be fine!"

"But... Mr. Cheng, I can only say whether there will be a miracle when he will have!"

"What... Ahan just got a knife in the heart. Is it even more serious than Jing Ran?" Long Zihan asked in disbelief.

Moore shook his head slightly and said, "His wound is highly toxic, and it is the latest HIA virus developed in the world. These viruses can cause various organs in the human body to quickly fail. Generally, it will definitely die within ten minutes!"

Long Zihan's face turned pale as he heard Moore's words, and he asked in a slight unsteady voice: "Then... doesn't he... have no antidote?"

"No... this virus was just developed and was strictly prohibited from being produced and continued to be developed by international organizations. I am afraid that this virus will harm all human beings, so there is no antidote. The people who study this virus are also mysteriously missing!" Moore said in a low voice.

"Ten minutes...will that not..." Long Zihan looked at the watch on his wrist as if he was stupid and murmured to himself.

Moore knew what he was thinking, but he said comfortingly: "I won't let him die so soon. I gave him my latest drug that can inhibit the non-dispersation of toxins in the body for seven days, which means we still have seven days to figure out a way..."

He saw Long Zihan's revived face regaining a trace of blood. Although he didn't want to hit him, as a doctor, he had to say something: "But... within seven days, the probability of developing an antidote or finding an antidote is almost zero!"

That means he will still die in seven days!

Long Zihan's breathing stagnated again, and then he heard him say: "As long as there is hope, even if the probability is zero, I will not give up!"

As the two were talking, Jason suddenly said nervously: "Chief, the boos of the underworld asks to talk to you!"

Long Zihan's face changed slightly, and he quickly left the ward of the two people, took the call and said gloomyly: "What do you want to say?"

A teasing and bloodthirsty voice appeared on the other end of the phone and said, "How is it like losing a loved one?"

"You... Ming, so many years have passed, do you still hate me so much?" Long Zihan asked helplessly.

"Ha... When your cousin dies, you will feel my current mood!" Dongfang Ming said with a sneer.

"What do you hate? It has nothing to do with them when you come to me!"

"Haha, that's so boring. I just let you watch your heartbroken cousin be beaten to death by his beloved woman. I want him to die in pain!" Dongfang Ming's mouth curled a cruel smile.

Long Zihan listened to the busy voice coming from the phone, and his hands holding the phone were shaking slightly. He still hated himself so much!

Soon the plane arrived at the nearest hospital. The local hospital and Dr. Moore performed surgery on the two. Mo Jingran's bullet was successfully taken out, and the rotten flesh in Cheng Mohan's heart was cut off to prevent it from worsening, but the person was still unconscious.

Because the local hospital is relatively simple and the facilities are backward, Long Zihan invited advanced nursing at Moore's suggestion and carefully transferred the two to the best hospital in City A, China to recuperate.

Both families rushed to the scene when they heard the news. Long Youran looked at Cheng Mohan's lifeless look and cried so hard: "Woooo... Ahan, wake up quickly... Don't scare your mother... Woooo..."

"Mohan...what's wrong with you?" Mo Jinghan also cried in tears.

"Brother...what's wrong with you... wake up quickly..." The family was almost crying except Cheng Jianhui.

"What's wrong with my brother, my cousin? What's the injury? Why haven't you woke up?" Cheng Yuhan asked in a series of questions.

"We have been infected with a highly toxic and there is no antidote. We only have seven days to find the antidote, otherwise..."

"What?" Everyone suddenly widened their eyes and asked nervously.

"Then is there no way? We hire the best doctor, can we not use the best medicine?" Mo Jinghan asked with a trembling voice.

"More is an authority in the medical field, and no one questioned his words!"

"Wuwu...Ahan...My poor son...Wuwu...Don't scare your mother..." Long Youran almost fainted from crying.

"Woooo...Brother...you wake up quickly..."

“Woo woo…”

Cheng Jianhui looked at Cheng Mohan with a black face and shouted in a trembling voice: "Okay... shut up, my son is not dead yet!"

The head of the family's words were still a bit heavy. Everyone stopped crying and just sobbed in a low voice. Cheng Jianhui asked Long Zihan a little old, "What the hell is going on?"

His question made everyone stop crying, and several pairs of eyes saw him in unison, looking forward to the answer.

"I was stabbed by that woman..." Long Zihan gritted his teeth and told everything he knew.

"That bitch...Woooo...I just said she is the nemesis of our Cheng family...Where is she, I want to kill that bitch..." Long Youran cursed with hatred.

Cheng Yuhan looked disbelief and shook his head and said, "No...No...Miss Xiaomi is not that kind of person...You must have misunderstood..."

"But I saw it with my own eyes at that time!" Long Zihan said with certainty.
Chapter completed!