It's late at night

In Yicun Mo City, on the slope three hundred meters away from Mo Yuan, the somewhat dilapidated two-story villa in the small courtyard was still lit with orange lights.

In a quiet room, on a big bed measuring 1.8 meters, a woman with a face as pale as paper was lying quietly on it. Because her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes were hanging down, like transparent butterfly wings, and she was breathing softly.

Trembling slightly.

The woman was wearing a white double-breasted nightgown. From the two unbuttoned buttons, it could be seen that there was white gauze wrapped around her chest. Liu Hao, a family doctor of the Dongfang family, said: "Fortunately, she inserted the scissors incorrectly and not forcefully enough.

It is still three centimeters away from the heart. If it is inserted correctly and the force is enough, it is estimated that Hua Tuo will not be able to save himself while he is still alive.

Just because the heart was not injured does not mean that Xi Muru's injury was not serious. In fact, it was still very serious. After all, it was not far from the heart and a lot of blood was lost.

Liu Hao was outside when he received the call, and it was half an hour later when he drove over. When he rushed to the second floor of Meiyuan, he saw not only Xi Muru lying on the bed with a face as pale as paper, but also someone sitting on the bed.

Dongfang Mo was in the wheelchair and his body was shaking.

Fortunately, Liu Hao had superb medical skills and had all the instruments and equipment in his car. It took nearly two hours to bring Xi Muru back from the brink of death, which also made Dongfang Mo's hanging heart slow down.

Slowly it fell back into my heart.

The operation was performed, but Xi Muru did not wake up immediately. Instead, she fell into an even deeper sleep. Wearing white clothes and lying on a red bed, she suddenly gave people the illusion that a fairy had fallen into the mortal world.

After the operation, her face was still as pale as paper, her eyes were tightly closed on her small and delicate cheeks, her slightly dry lips were tightly pressed, her nose was straight and round, and her slight breathing was almost inaudible.

Only the potion in the bottle was dripping coldly and regularly, making a crisp sound.

The hour hand of the ancient wall clock on the wall has already pointed to 12, and the early morning has come. The lights in the ink city outside the window have dimmed, and the tuberose drifts in through the window that is opened a little. It is fragrant and desolate.

Beside the window, on a special wheelchair, a man without a hat turned his back to the window and faced the big bed in the room. He just sat there motionless, holding a cigarette in his ungloved hand, but

Still haven't clicked on it.

He has maintained this posture for a long time, but smelling the fresh scent of night scented fragrance coming in from the window, looking at the woman who was unconscious or sleeping on the hospital bed, in the end, he couldn't bear to destroy this trace of freshness in the room.

The smell made the cigarette in my hand rub into pieces.

He was sitting here like this, with no expression on his face that looked like it was covered with bark like locusts. It was still as cold and scary as usual, but his eyes were as deep as a pool inlaid on the old tree bark.

If you look closely at his eyes, you will find that they are full of worry and anxiety.

When he learned yesterday that Zheng Yifan had booked two tickets to Las Vegas, he had already clearly realized that Zheng Yifan was going to take her to get married, and how could he let them get married?

What he did today was just to separate the two of them. However, he never dreamed that she would actually fight to the death!

Is there no trace of him in her heart? Didn't she once say that she would stay with him for the rest of her life?
Chapter completed!