The Magnate’s Six-year-Old Niece

Duan Yimo hurried into the ward, only to see the person on the bed fainted.

"Mother!"

Duan Yimo pulled Ji Fan away, and while pressing the nurse bell, she took out her mobile phone to make a call.

Doctors and nurses arrived quickly.

"Quick, prepare the operating room and contact Dr. Si." The doctor said eagerly after the preliminary examination.

Duan Yimo also put down her phone at this time, "I have already called Doctor Si, and she will come right away."

The doctor and nurse pushed the patient to the operating room to prepare, but Ji Fan suddenly pulled Duan Yimo over and put a dagger on her neck.

"Ji Fan, what are you doing?" Yuan Cheng asked angrily.

Ji Fan gritted his teeth and said, "I know you want to take me back, and I won't resist, but I have to wait for my mother to finish the operation, otherwise, I will kill her."

He pushed the dagger forward, and the sharp blade left a bloodstain on Duan Yimo's neck.

Si Muen's pupils shrank, "She is your sister."

"My surname is Ji, her surname is Duan."

Ji Fan only said one sentence, and didn't say much.

Both Si Muen and Yuan Cheng are smart people, so they naturally understand the meaning of this sentence.

In contrast, Duan Yimo seemed very calm.

"If you hadn't secretly sold your mother's heirloom back then, my father would not have been angry and chased out and had a car accident, and my mother would not have been too sad and washed her face in tears all day long, and finally got this kind of disease, and now my mother is going to have an operation. Now, can't you just take it easy?"

"To shut up!"

Ji Fan shouted at her, but didn't say anything to refute.

Outside the operating room, Si Muen and Yuan Cheng were both waiting here, Ji Fan was leaning against the wall, the dagger in his hand was still on Duan Yimo's neck.

Si Nian Nian came in a hurry.

"Brother? Yuan Ju? Why are you here?"

"Arrest." Si Muen glanced at Ji Fan.

"What nonsense? You are the doctor who is going to operate on my mother? What are you dawdling about? Why don't you hurry in? If my mother has troubles, I won't let you go."

Ji Fan pointed the dagger at Si Niannian and said fiercely.

"Who are you talking to?" Si Muen roared back immediately, "Try to touch my sister!"

Si Niannian patted Si Muen's shoulder, "Brother, it's okay, he only has that mouth left to show his power."

She glanced at Ji Fan's legs, turned around and entered the operating room without saying anything.

The operation process was long, Ji Fan's face was getting paler and whiter, and his new pants were soaked and stuck to his legs.

The bright red liquid dripped on the ground and gradually became a pool.

His hand holding the dagger was shaking, but he still persisted and did not let go of Duan Yimo.

Duan Yimo didn't hide, even though she could easily escape from Ji Fan at this time.

"Find a doctor to show you, your legs are dying." Duan Yimo said.

"Shut up! You don't need to meddle in your own business!" Ji Fan shouted again.

But this sentence took a lot of energy, making his hands tremble even more, and his face even paler.

He looked at the door of the operating room, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

When Duan Yimo saw it, she really shut up and said nothing.

A few hours later, the lights on the operating room door went out.

The door opened, and Si Nian Nian came out.

"Doctor Si, how is my mother?" Duan Yimo's face became more anxious, she easily escaped from Ji Fan's hands, and stepped forward to ask.

Si Niannian took off his mask, "The operation was successful, but it was of little significance, because the patient himself had no desire to survive."