The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

But haven't the two of them reconciled during this time? 【6】【9】【s】【h】【u】【x】【.】【c】【o】【m】

The young master still runs to the set every day, it shouldn't be...

Or is there something awkward again?

"Master, Miss Gu is actually quite good."

He coveted Gu Weimian's good medical skills very much, but after observing and understanding Gu Weimian during this period, he found that Gu Weimian was an even better person.

With a cold look, he looked a little colder.

In fact, he has a good heart, is principled, and doesn't have too many complicated thoughts.

Treat people very sincerely.

The young master has been spending time with Miss Gu every day these days, and his personality has become much more cheerful.

He also wanted to persuade some.

Looking at her, Ning Quruo's eyes suddenly turned red, "She's such a shit, she's just a liar."

His hands were empty, and the report was taken away by the man.

A thick stack.

Ning Quruo opened the report one by one and took it out one by one.

The atmosphere was inexplicably depressing.

The man looked down at the paper and fell silent.

In the eyes of Butler Ning, it was not as pleasing to the eye as the grumpy look just now.

His lips moved, but before he could speak, he saw Ning Ning Qu Ruo bringing these reports to the operating room.

He faced the door of the operating room and muttered in a low voice:

"...After identification, Mr. Ning Quruo and Miss Gu Weimian are related."

"...are related."

"...kinship."

One serving.

Another serving.

Ji Manxi felt sad when she heard this. She looked away and shed tears.

Several men's eyes were slightly red and they closed their eyes.

After reading the words, Ning Quruo's own voice became unsteady.

By the end, all ten reports had been read.

The operation is not over yet.

"...Liar." Ning Quruo's eyes were red, "You are indeed a liar. I will never believe you again."

His voice became lower and lower, "Did you hear that? I will never believe you again."

Butler Ning looked at the scene in front of him and still didn't understand.

He cast his gaze towards the operating room with a heavy expression on his face.

Gu Weimian was injured? Still sick?

what happened?

Wasn't it fine during the live broadcast of the charity gala?

Time is like a thread that wraps everyone up layer by layer.

Gradually cover your mouth and nose.

Gradually suffocated.

Ning Quruo lowered his head and buried himself.

Fang Chongjin was overwhelmed by the atmosphere in the corridor. He muttered, "I just hit a stone... At most, I need a few stitches and a concussion. There's no need for everyone to be so nervous, right?"

The next second, he felt several people looking towards him coldly.

A chill ran down my back.

Before he could speak, the door to the operating room opened.

Everyone stood up straight in an instant, with tense expressions, looking at the doctor coming out of the operating room.

The doctor took off his mask and said, "The scar on the patient's forehead has been treated."

When Fang Chongjin heard this, he made a relaxed expression to everyone, "I'll just say it."

Everyone was too lazy to pay attention to him, but they did breathe a sigh of relief.

Ning Ruoqing's pale face finally had a trace of color.

But there was no relaxed expression on the doctor's face:

"but……"

This sound lifted everyone's hearts again.

"What's wrong?" Ning Quruo asked cautiously.

The doctor swallowed, "But she may not wake up for the time being."

Everyone was startled.

Can't wake up yet?

What does this mean? …

They have a bad feeling in their hearts.

The doctor patiently explained: "When you sent the patient to the hospital, the patient's headache was too painful, so we gave him a sedative."

"An overdose of sedatives?"

"No, logically speaking, the effect of this sedative is to calm the patient down, and the patient will not fall asleep for more than an hour. When we perform facial suture surgery, we also use local anesthesia."

"Doctor, can you be as concise as possible?"

Huo Yan's deep voice sounded, and his deep features looked a bit too cold under the pale light.

The atmosphere in the corridor was extremely tense.

The doctor pursed his lips and said, "That is to say, she should have woken up an hour ago, but she hasn't woken up yet..."

"This is not normal sleep, this is coma."

Good night?