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  Fu Xiao's heart was shocked, the muscles in his cheeks twitched fiercely, he wanted to say something, but he finally closed his mouth.

ten minutes later.

  The door of the emergency room suddenly opened, and a nurse rushed out, stunned when she saw the muddy man, and seemed to have forgotten what she was going to say for a while.

   It was Feng Yaqin and Mo Xiaxia who responded quickly and asked her in unison, "What's going on inside?"

   "Huh?" The nurse came back to her senses and was very anxious, "That, patient, the patient has bleeding from the lower body."

   Lower body bleeding, that's a sign of miscarriage!

  Feng Yaqin swayed and almost fainted. It was Mo Xiaxia who quickly supported her and asked calmly, "How much bleeding? Is there any blood supply of the same blood type in the blood bank? If not, do we need to go for a blood test now?"

The nurse was stunned for two seconds by her series of professional questions, and then quickly answered, "There was bleeding at the beginning, and there is the same type of blood in the blood bank. But the problem is that the child is under three months old, and the patient is very emotional. The ups and downs caused the fetus to become unstable, and it was soaked in cold water. It seemed that there was a phenomenon of drowning. There were also signs of water in the lungs. The most important thing is that the patient's awareness of survival is very weak, and the child may not be able to keep it, even adults. …”

  Feng Yaqin grabbed Mo Xixia's wrist unconsciously, and clenched it tightly, "Impossible! How could Little Ye girl have a weak sense of survival?"

   Mo Xiaxia patted her on the back soothingly, "Mom, Ono will be fine."

   That's what she said, but she didn't know what to do.

  Fu Xiaojun's face tensed, he quickly took out his mobile phone, and while walking out, he dialed calmly, "Uncle Qin, yes, it's me, Fu Xiao. Can I trouble you to come to the military hospital..."

  Fu Zhiyan pursed his lips and was about to bleed. He took a long leg and entered the operating room despite the nurse's obstruction. Looking at the lifeless man on the operating table, his heart pounded hard. With a hoarse voice, "If I ask you to do everything possible, how long can you be sure to hold on while protecting adults and children?"

The dean headed by    wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the heartbeat and breathing on the instrument, and pondered for a moment, "If the patient has the consciousness of survival, the limit is ten hours."

  Ten hours is enough.

  Fu Zhiyan stared at the person on the operating table without blinking, "Han Xiaoye."

   "Han Xiaoye."

   "Han Xiaoye."

   "Han Xiaoye."

   His voice was extremely hoarse, and every sound was like the sound of a torn throat.

   Sexy and sultry.

   I don't know how long it was called, "Ding——" The heartbeat on the instrument went up a little bit. Although it is not much, it is still a little better than the all the way down just now.

   "Quick, quick, put on the blood bag now, and replace the one you just took with a new normal saline." The dean hurriedly said, "Where's Youpei? Get Youpei ready, ready to inject the patient at any time."

The doctors around the operating table were busy, and the dean took some time out of his busy schedule to raise his head, "Mr. Fu, your voice has a certain stimulating effect on the patient, please keep your speaking frequency just like before. "

  …

at the same time.

   "I found it, Rong Lian, Fu Zhiyan went to the military hospital."

  The silence of the villa was broken, Yin Jue hurried in, the elegant noble son Fan Er disappeared, and his eyes were rarely stained and he was anxious.

   "The Fu family is all there, I'm afraid..."

   He paused and said what he was thinking, "I'm afraid the little loach is not very good."

   The man leaning on the sofa's lips turned pale again, and his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. He pressed his chest, as if trying to dig out his heart with great strength, "What did you say? Say it again?"

  Rococo was busy wiping his forehead with a wet handkerchief, wondering who the little loach they were talking about was, but he didn't dare to ask.

"Ten minutes ago, Fu Zhiyan parked the car at the military hospital. It is said that the people of the Fu family have been waiting at the hospital. And... Qin Fang's father, Qin Falcon, also arrived at the military hospital just now. Qin Falcon doesn't need me more. Let me introduce you. The Fu family has brought him here, which means that the little loach's condition is not optimistic." Seeing his severe pain, Yin Jue bent down and poured him two medicines from the table, "Rong Lian, you first Take some medicine and squeeze it."

Does    medicine work? Quan Rong Liange opened his hand and stood up. His lips were white and almost transparent. He stumbled, but was firm, and walked out step by step.

   "Less Quan!"

  Luo Coco was about to go to help him when Yin Jue grabbed him, "What did you do in the past?!"

  Luo Coco was a little aggrieved, and said cowardly, "I just see that Young Master Quan is not feeling well, and I want to go and help him. I have no other intentions, but... I care about Young Master Quan."

Yin Jue frowned and threw away her emotionless, condescending sideways, "I advise you not to think about Rong Lian that shouldn't be moved. Miss Luo, you are a smart person, Rong Lian, is he yours? The person who got up. He kept you by his side purely because you had a pair of good eyes. Have you ever seen anyone who fell in love with the box because he liked the night pearl in the box?"

  Rococo seemed to have been slapped hard, and denied in a panic, "I didn't, I didn't mean that."

   "There is no best." Yin Jue didn't bother to waste time with her, and after hurriedly said a sentence, she chased after him.

   It was only two minutes of delay, and the red sports car had already rushed out.

   "****!" Yin Jue hurried into the garage and followed him out in a Porsche. But it was too late, the red sports car was gone.

   He had no choice but to keep calling Quan Ronglian while driving the car in the direction of the military hospital.

  …

   "Zizzizi..."

   The mobile phone on the co-pilot kept vibrating, and the man driving didn't seem to see it. Step on the accelerator!

   At eight or nine o’clock in the evening, it is the peak of travel, and there is a lot of traffic on the road.

  Especially in the downtown line, the red Bugatti drifts all the way, getting faster and faster.

   Suddenly, there was a crossroad ahead.

  The red light kept flashing, Bugatti drove forward without slowing down at all, and the high beam of the opposite car shot dazzlingly.

   At the moment of brief blindness, there was a loud bang.

   The red Bugatti hit a big truck that was turning right!

   "Oh my God, there was a car accident."

   "That car looks like a luxury car, right?"

   "Bugatti? I really don't know what these rich people are thinking, what are they doing at night?"

  “…”

  The people who knew each other and Susuo surrounded the past, called the police, called 120, and called 120.

  Yin Jue just drove to this intersection, and when he saw the red Bugatti that was smashed into shape, his eyes were completely split!

   That car is - Quan Ronglian's!