Qiao Shaoan was startled, and after searching for several seconds, he found another little boy who was completely pressed under Ye Zhixia's body with only a small face exposed: "Why are you lying there?"

"Can you move me out of the way first?" Xixi was so pressed that she couldn't breathe and almost rolled her eyes.

After Dongdong let go just now, he tried his best but couldn't hold Ye Zhixia up. In the end, he was tragically pinned down by her in a coma. It's a pity that he was only a little over one meter tall.

Such a small body, my stomach was almost deformed by such a pressure!

Without saying a word, Qiao Shaoan rolled up his sleeves and was about to hug someone, but a pair of big hands picked up Ye Zhixia from the ground faster than him.

Dongdong stood nearby and saw the person coming first - it was Yin Mochen.

He was wearing a hospital gown from Qiao's Hospital, but the loose clothes did not affect his tall, handsome, and stylish image at all.

The deep three-dimensional facial features looked more and more charming under the street lights. The man's thin lips were pressed tightly and his eyebrows were deeply furrowed. His eyes were looking down at Ye Zhixia, filled with worry and distress.

Ye Zhixia's eyes were closed tightly, and her pink lips were now a little dry and cracked. Her face was as pale as paper, and her breathing was extremely weak. The right arm that was hit by the gun was stained with blood and was wrapped around

The bandage on the wound was dyed blood red at some point, and it looked a bit shocking!

He didn't know what happened, but judging from her injuries, they should be the injuries she suffered tonight. Yin Mochen once fought against Ye Zhixia on campus in Italy. With her skills, not many people could hurt her.

He will investigate carefully what happened. The most important thing now is to perform surgery on her to remove the bullet.

"Qiao Shaoan!" He opened his lips coldly, with a hint of chill in his voice.

"Ah,?" Qiao Shaoan heard him calling him and immediately followed him quickly, "Here he comes!"

"Prepare for surgery immediately!" Yin Mochen hugged Ye Zhixia and walked quickly towards the operating room. His voice sounded unusually calm to the ears of the three people behind him, but no one saw that his arms holding Ye Zhixia were trembling.

"Okay!" Qiao Shaoan also knew that rescuing people could not be delayed for a moment, so he immediately ran all the way to the operating room to prepare.

In the past few days, he had transferred all the patients with appointments to other hospitals. Except for Yin Mochen and Xuanwu, there were no other patients in the clinic. Therefore, there were no other doctors and nurses. The only way to perform the bomb removal operation on Ye Zhixia was by

He does it alone.

When Yin Mochen carried Ye Zhixia to the operating table, Qiao Shaoan had already changed into disinfectant clothes and put on gloves: "What, there are not enough manpower, you can change your clothes and help me sterilize my hand."

While he cut off the bandage on Ye Zhixia's injury, he spoke to the man standing in front of the operating table.

Yin Mochen had great trust in his professionalism. When he heard him make such a request, the man immediately went next door to change his clothes without saying a word.

When he returned to the operating table, Qiao Shaoan had already opened Ye Zhixia's arm and started to take out the bullet for her.

The bullet was inserted in an extremely wrong position, and he tried several times with tweezers but could not remove the bullet. Qiao Shaoan couldn't help but become anxious, and fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.
Chapter completed!