Chapter 102: Nangong is also injured: It's not pretty at all
You'er's eyes were staring at the ground. Damn you, don't hit her like that! There is such a big gap between her and the young lady in front of her.
"In operating room 308, I will take you there!"
The nurse took the boy's hand and walked in front.
"Sister, let's go——"
The boy winked mischievously at Youer, took her hand, and motioned for her to follow.
"Doctor, how is he?"
Youer rushed over, with emotions surging in his heart. How is the iceberg? The iceberg will not die! Thinking of this, his whole heart suffocated.
"It's Miss Piggy! Please forgive me, we have tried our best."
The doctors' faces were filled with regret. They were also very sad that they could not save the patient.
"What did you say? He's dead, isn't he?"
You'er's whole soul seemed to have been drained out, and his eyes were blank. How could it be possible? Bingshan asked her to save breakfast in the morning, how could he die like this! She would not allow him to die, never.
With tears streaming down his face, your son rushed into the operating room like a madman.
On the operating table, a man was lying quietly, his whole body covered with a white sheet. He was alone and could only be seen from his undulating outline.
"Dead iceberg, smelly iceberg, wake up!"
The right boy walked up to him, shook the person under the sheets desperately, and cried loudly.
Xiao Zhengtai stood beside her, with a look of shock and helplessness on his face. He opened the man's covered face, wrinkled his nose, and said softly:
"Sister, this brother looks so old! He's not good-looking at all."
Hearing this sentence, You'er realized that she didn't seem to be looking at the person under the sheets. She was reminded that she was overly worried. She looked at the old man lying on the bed and rubbed her nose in embarrassment. Grandpa
, you have a good journey, I didn't mean it, you must not come to me.
She just said it! How could an iceberg die so easily?
"Sister, you went to the wrong room, this is 309."
The boy looked at him, with a hint of helplessness in his slightly childish voice, and a pair of deer-like eyes with a mischievous look.
When your son found Nangong Yi, he was lying on the hospital bed with white gauze wrapped around his body. The doctor said that someone called the emergency call, but when they arrived, it was quiet and there was no one around. He was the only one lying there.
In a pool of blood.
The ward was very quiet, and everywhere was filled with the disgusting smell of disinfectant. The right son frowned and looked at the thick gauze on his shoulder blades, which still had a faint trace of blood. The doctor said that a little further away is where the heart is.