Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

The corridor outside the operating room.

The incandescent lamps illuminated the snow-white walls on both sides, making the whole atmosphere seem quiet and cold. Bo Yucheng leaned against the wall decadently. His tall figure seemed lonely and desolate, and his whole body exuded an aura of "no strangers allowed"...

Wen Le stood beside him and didn't even dare to breathe. He just looked up at the indicator light from time to time, but the "in operation" light was always on, and the closed door was not opened.

At this moment, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded...

Xiao Qianche ran towards the operating room and saw countless people waiting in the corridor. He didn't have time to give himself a breath, so he asked hurriedly, "What's going on?"

Bo Yucheng lowered his eyes, and there was a dead silence in his eyes. He kept rubbing the skin of his right palm with the tip of his left finger.

The palm that had tightly held the girl's hand before...

He always felt that there seemed to be some residual warmth of Shi Qinglan.

Wen Le glanced at him, then raised his eyes to look at Xiao Qianche, "Excuse me, sir, may I ask who you are..."

Xiao Qianche immediately handed over the safe in his hand.

He introduced himself, "Xiao Qianche from Jingshi Pavilion, Lanlan ordered me to escort this batch of experimental drugs to the Southern Central Hospital of S Continent."

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng raised his eyes and looked at him.

Xiao Qianche looked up at the door of the operating room, frowning tightly, "How is Lanlan now?"

Wen Le immediately pulled Xiao Qianche aside.

He knew that Bo Yucheng was unwilling to face the truth, so he lowered his voice and introduced, "The dagger happened to pierce her heart. She was just pushed into the operating room for rescue, and the situation is not known yet."

"The location of the heart..." Xiao Qianche's breathing stagnated.

There was a worried look between his eyebrows, and his usually gentle eyes were slightly colder. "Have you found out who did it?"

"We are checking." Wen Le pursed his lips. "From the surveillance, the man has been guarding the corridor, waiting for the target to appear. It is obviously a deliberate murder, but it is not sure who he is targeting."

Xiao Qianche couldn't help but take a deep breath. He looked at the operating room with a serious look, "I hope Lanlan will be fine."

He clenched the handle of the safe, and his knuckles turned slightly white.

But thinking of Shi Qinglan's original intention to come to the Southern Central Hospital, he lowered his eyes to look at the safe in his hand, then raised his eyes and cast his eyes on the middle-aged man who was guarding outside the operating room...

"Excuse me, are you Dean Smith?" Xiao Qianche investigated the basic information of the central hospital before coming.

Dean Smith nodded and said, "Yes, I am."

"This is the experimental drug that Doctor Jinglan specially ordered me to deliver. Please, Dean Smith, give these drugs to the patients."

He handed over the safe with both hands, "Dr. Jinglan came here to treat diseases and save lives. Although she had some accidents, she must still hope that all patients are safe and worry-free."

Dean Smith looked at the safe with tears in his eyes.

He took it with trembling hands, "Okay... Doctor Jinglan is so righteous! God will bless her to be fine!"

Xiao Qianche pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

Dean Smith immediately took the safe and left temporarily, arranged other medical staff to continue to follow the treatment plan previously formulated by Shi Qinglan, and prepared to distribute the special medicine!

The corridor outside the operating room returned to silence again...

Three men stood outside the operating room, one was decadent and lost, one looked up at the lights in the operating room from time to time, and the other was anxiously waiting while sending messages, exchanging the progress of the young lady's operation and the investigation of the assassin with Wen Mo.

"Squeak--"

Until the door of the operating room suddenly made a slight noise.

Bo Yucheng's eyes, which were as silent as death, suddenly lit up a little, and he immediately rushed over like an arrow, "Doctor!"

"How is my fiancée!" His eyebrows were full of anxiety, and his voice was hoarse and low, not as pleasant as usual.

Xiao Qianche originally wanted to be the first to chase and ask, but Bo Yucheng was faster than him after all, and the words "my fiancée" made him pause slightly, and then stood silently beside him.

Wen Le also immediately cast a look at the doctor...

The three men's eyes were shining, the kind of sporadic light in a deep pool, full of anxiety and hope.

But the doctor's expression looked more solemn. He looked up at the three men, hesitated for a moment, and slowly shook his head.

Seeing this, Bo Yucheng's brain suddenly became confused.

In those deep black pupils, the little sparks that had finally ignited gradually flickered and extinguished bit by bit.

"What does shaking your head mean?" His voice was slightly choked.

The doctor sighed a little heavily and handed over several intraoperative examinations. "Doctor Jinglan's condition is not good."

"The dagger stabbed near her heart. Although it was lucky to avoid the most dangerous artery, it was too close to the heart. She also experienced cardiac arrest during the process of pulling out the dagger. Although her heartbeat has been restored now, the strength of the heart pacing is very weak. We can't be sure what the result will be."

Bo Yucheng immediately lowered his head and flipped through the examination reports.

His fingers were still trembling slightly, and his heart suddenly tightened when he heard the doctor's words...

"So what you mean is..." Wen Le asked hesitantly.

When asking, he also deliberately peeked above the door of the operating room. The "in operation" light was still not extinguished.

The doctor handed over a piece of paper with a solemn expression, "Let's notify the patient's family to come over and sign the critical illness notice."

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng suddenly raised his eyes.

His dark pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a little trance in his deep eyes. His voice was very deep, "Critical illness notice?"

"She was fine a few hours ago..." Bo Yucheng's voice was tight, "She smiled at me, and told me happily that the medicine would be delivered soon, and the patient would be saved soon."

"Now, you want me to sign her critical illness notice?"

Every word he said seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his heart, wrapped in a very heavy breath, and his voice was horrifyingly cold.

But the doctor could only lower his eyes and say, "Sorry, signing a critical illness notice is the rule of the operation, but we will try our best."

"I don't want to be sorry! I don't want to try my best!" Bo Yucheng suddenly roared, he pointed at the closed door, and his fingertips trembled violently, "I want her to come out safely!"

"Mr. Bo, calm down!" Wen Le immediately stopped the man.

Xiao Qianche also immediately helped to stop her. He turned his head to confirm with the doctor, "How much of a risk is Lanlan's life in now?"

"If the operation goes well, she may be fine, but if any accident occurs during the operation, she may not be able to come out."

The doctor must tell them the truth, "Any operation has risks, but we will definitely try our best."

Hehehehe, how is Lanlan~

Please give me a monthly ticket, I will repeat it again at the end of the month~