"The people from the Fu (Qing) Gang have already been recruited, but the people who bought your life behind the scenes will not know until they catch the boss of the Qingfu Gang." At this time, he called not far away to instruct the matter.

Ji Yanli came over and said to Song Zhiyuan.

"Don't worry, people will be caught soon and cannot escape." He said again.

Song Zhiyuan nodded, asked nothing more, but looked at Zhuo Mu again and told him, "You go and see He Wu, he should wake up soon."

The security around Zhou Qichuan has always been in charge of He Wu. He Wu woke up and should be more at ease when arranging things than Zhuo Mu.

"Okay." Seeing Ji Yanli there, Song Zhiyuan was also very calm, and Zhuo Mu had nothing to worry about, so he nodded and turned around and went to He Wu's ward.

When Zhuo Mu left, Song Zhiyuan sat on a chair outside the operating room and waited quietly.

Ji Yanli looked at her and said nothing. She sat next to her and waited with her.

Time passed by bit by bit, very slowly and seemed to be very fast. Song Zhiyuan kept sitting in a sitting position, motionless, and an hour passed again.

The surgical door is still not open, and the surgical light is still on.

"You sleep for a while, I'll keep you."

After waiting for almost three hours outside the operation, Ji Yanli spoke with some distress when he saw that Song Zhiyuan was still sitting there without blinking, even without moving.

Song Zhiyuan finally looked up at him, shook her head slightly and said, "No, I'm not tired."

Ji Yanli frowned and said nothing.

Just then, his cell phone rang again. He glanced at the caller ID and immediately answered the phone.

I don’t know what was said on the other end of the phone, but he frowned and said in a deep voice, “Import Jiang Huai police immediately, come to arrest people, and don’t let people run away.”

Jiang Huai.

The two words made Song Zhiyuan instantly guess.

"Is it--" She asked, "Xu Nianhe?"

Ji Yanli pinched her phone, looked at her frowning tightly, and nodded, "She spent 200 million to buy your life and Zhou Qichuan."

Xu Nianhe is actually Xu Nianhe.

Suddenly, Song Zhiyuan pulled the corner of her lips and smiled, which was hard to understand.

If you can't get it, it will be ruined.

Song Zhiyuan didn't expect that Xu Nianhe was really so crazy.

"Can she be convicted of her death?" Song Zhiyuan asked again.

"It should not be possible, but it should not be difficult for life." Ji Yanli replied.

"There's enough." Song Yuanzhiyuan pulled the corner of her lips again, "What's more terrible than losing freedom for the rest of her life, locked in a small iron cage that is dark and sunny, and suffering alone waiting for death."

No.

What's more, even if Zhou Qichuan couldn't bear it, she would have someone in prison to take good care of Xu Nianhe.

Ji Yanli nodded, said lightly, and said nothing, and the two of them continued to wait quietly.

Zhou Qichuan was really seriously injured, especially the knife in the abdomen. The bandits took a ruthless move, which was to kill him.

That is, Zhou Qichuan reacted quickly enough. If the knife was stabbed a little deeper, it would pierce others.

Even if the person is not pierced, the situation is not much better. Several important venous blood vessels connecting the internal organs are cut off and the internal organs are damaged to varying degrees.

The most important thing is that the person lost too much blood and was shocked once before being pushed into the operating room. After finally rescued, the blood pressure was so low that the doctor standing in front of the operating table were sweating all over and reached the edge of the shock again.

Fortunately, Zhou Qichuan's willpower was very tenacious when he survived. He had been fighting with the god of death. The doctor was even more competing for the difference and did not dare to slack off at all. After five and a half hours of surgery, Zhou was finally put on

Qichuan completely pulled him back from the gates of hell.

After connecting all the broken main venous blood vessels and suturing the injured internal organs, the surgeon was almost exhausted.

After the surgeon's work was over, the assistant took over his position and went to suture the cuticle on the epidermis.

Lying in the surgery under bright surgery

The person on the stage had his eyes closed and motionless, and his face was pale and almost transparent. If it weren't for the data displayed on the life detector, no one would have felt his breathing and heartbeat.

From being carried into the ambulance to the end of the operation, nearly 4,000ml of blood injected into Zhou Qichuan's body, which means that almost all the blood in his body has been replaced.

A few days ago, he clearly told Song Zhiyuan that he wanted to change his blood, but he never expected that he would make a promise.

But even though nearly 4,000 ml of blood had been input into his body, there was still no trace of blood on his body.

Outside the operating room, Song Zhiyuan and Ji Yanli were waiting quietly.

He Wu woke up and was no longer injurious.

Zhuo Mu discussed with him some things, and then came outside the operating room again to wait with Song Zhiyuan and the others.

Six hours have passed, and there is still no news, and the lights on the operating room door are still on.

Song Zhiyuan knew very well that without news, it was the best news.

Even if Zhou Qichuan was seriously injured, he survived.

He survived, for her, was the most beautiful and best news in the world.

By the time the operation was six and a half hours, a trace of whiteness began to appear in the sky.

The sky is about to brighten, and the sun comes out, and it will soon be another sunny day. The darkness and the coldness of early winter will soon be dispelled.

"Bang~"

Suddenly, a sound of sliding the door came from the quiet corridor, right in my ears.

As the surgical door was opened, Song Zhiyuan had already stood up and rushed towards the door.

I don't know if she sat for too long, had her legs numb, or was too excited, and didn't pay attention to her feet, she ran a step and staggered. If Ji Yanli hadn't been by her side, she was quick in her eyes and quick in her hands, and she helped her to hold her up.

, she knelt down directly.

"Don't worry, Zhou Qichuan must be fine." Ji Yanli said in a gentle voice with pity.

Song Zhiyuan looked at him, and her eyes, which were originally extremely dry, suddenly burst into tears.

Yes, Zhou Qichuan is definitely fine, he is definitely fine.

Very good!

It's really great!

"Doctor, how about my husband?"

Without caring about saying anything thankful or excited, Song Zhiyuan just nodded, then looked at the surgeon who was walking towards him and asked urgently.

The doctor also reads the news, so he naturally knows Zhou Qichuan and knows his identity.

So, when Song Zhiyuan blurted out his words "husband", all the medical staff were stunned.
Chapter completed!