The doctor was very sorry and expressed his regret, "We have tried our best, but her injury was too serious..."
Chen Yue's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously looked at Jiang Yaojing. The lines on his face were as straight as a straight line, ready to explode.
Chen Yue was walking on thin ice, "Mr. Jiang..."
"Are you kidding me?" Jiang Yaojing's voice was very low, deep and muffled, as if it was overflowing from his chest.
The doctor was frightened and said, "We don't dare to make such a joke."
Jiang Yaojing refused to believe it, but the doctor's words fell into his cochlea so clearly.
His neck was straightened, and his Adam's apple was rolling up and down.
"Mr. Jiang, please calm down." Chen Yue tried to persuade.
However, Jiang Yaojing did not calm down because of his words.
This was probably the most unbearable moment for Jiang Yaojing.
He strode inside, and when he reached the operating door, he stopped, his legs feeling like they were filled with lead.
The surgery door is open.
The doctors responsible for the operation were lined up next to the operating table.
They all lowered their heads.
The leader was Zhu Xiwen. Like everyone else, he buried his head and did not take the initiative to talk.
It is best to remain silent at this time.
There was a corpse lying on the operating table with tubes inserted into it.
You can see it if you stand at the door.
That face was unrecognizable and badly burned.
Jiang Yaojing's eyes were red. He refused to believe that it was Song Yunyun lying here. He sneered, "You made a fake corpse just to deceive me?"
Zhu Xiwen, who lowered his head, felt his heart pounding. How could he tell?
I can't even see my face anymore.
He looked up.
Seeing the panic in Jiang Yaojing's eyes that he tried hard to hide, it turned out that he didn't realize that it wasn't Song Yunyun, but he was unwilling to admit the fact that she was dead and was deceiving himself.
Zhu Xiwen took courage and said, "We tried our best, but she was injured by the bomb. There is really nothing we can do..."
Jiang Yaojing shot a sharp look, as sharp as a knife, which seemed capable of killing people, "Isn't it because of your incompetence?"
Zhu Xiwen didn't dare to defend himself.
Talking back to him at this time may only make things worse and out of control.
Jiang Yaojing's sharp eyes scanned every doctor.
He approached the operating table.
An unrecognizable face came into his eyes.
At that moment, his breathing stopped and he suffocated...
The body is constantly shaking and stiff...
No, it can't be her?
He refused to believe it.
He lifted the blue surgical cloth covering the body and remembered that there was a red mole on Song Yunyun's right shoulder.
I opened it and saw no red mole on my shoulder.
Because the shoulder of this corpse was burned, the mole can no longer be seen.
He couldn't decide.
Chen Yue was afraid that Jiang Yaojing would lose control and do something to these doctors. Even though he knew that his temper would not be good at this time, he still came forward under pressure and said, "None of us want to see such an accident, but things have already happened."
It happened, and there are still many things that need you and him to make decisions, such as how to deal with Jiang Yaotian?"
He tried to divert Jiang Yaojing's attention.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Yaojing at this time had already lost his usual composure and calmness.
The man who used to be the strategist seems to be no longer him.
"Kill him."
He said very irritably.
Chen Yue took a breath, this was definitely not something that Jiang Yaojing could say before.
Even if Jiang Yaotian is to be killed, there must be a reasonable and legal way to let him die.
It is against the law to commit suicide in private.
"Maybe we can torture him in other ways." Chen Yue suggested.
But Jiang Yaojing did not follow the outcome he expected.