You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

"You always pay attention to what's going on. I'll go to see the person outside and call me immediately if something happens." After Dr. Lin finished speaking, he walked out with heavy steps as if he was going to die.

I don't know if what I have to say will irritate the man outside.

The door of the operating room opened, and when Dr. Lin saw the black-clothed men standing in a row, his feet had already softened a bit unconsciously.

With that momentum, he expressed a little fear...

Hearing the opening of the operating door, several people stood up and watched nervously. Gu Sui walked a few steps forward and opened his mouth to ask, but Ji Jinchen grabbed him and shook his head at her. .

Gu Sui looked at the doctor, then at Lu Yanmu, and finally retreated.

Lu Yanmu had been keeping the same actions just now, his brows were full of hostility, and his face was as cold as freezing.

"San Ye..." When Dr. Lin saw Lu Yanmu, he was a little lacking in confidence. The appalling aura in him made him not want to deal with such a person.

"What's the situation?" Lu Yanmu made a cold voice, expressing a calm expression in his expression, but only he knows what kind of turbulent waves are under the ordinary surface.

He was afraid that what the doctor said was not what he wanted to hear, and he could not help but want to kill.

"The patient has lost too much blood, and the blood bank does not have plasma to support the operation. If it continues, I am afraid..." Dr. Lin trembled a little, and did not say anything afterwards. Lu Yanmu already knew what it meant.

Lu Yanmu's handsome eyebrows were twisted together, and his whole body exuded a wicking chill. When Dr. Lin saw it, his feet were softened by two points again and he almost stood firm.

Xu Mo, who was next to him, watched Doctor Lin sway twice and stepped forward to help him, so as not to be frightened by the third brother.

Doctor Lin gave Xu Mo a grateful look, and then barely managed to stand firm under Lu Yanmu's gaze.

Lu Yanmu, on the other hand, was mixed with endless anger and self-blame, thinking of Qingkang Qingkang, trying to calm down his emotions so as not to scare others again, and shouted: "What will happen if there is no surgery?"

Doctor Lin looked at Lu Yanmu's expression and swallowed his saliva. Then he said faintly: "The bullet is at the position of the heart and spleen, and it is only one or two centimeters away from the aorta. The longer it is dragged, the worse it will be for the patient. It is really... …"

Lu Yanmu squinted his eyes slightly, and there was a layer of turbulent waves in his eyes, as if he was about to be stripped alive.

"I don't care what method you use, you must save people to me. If there is a slight accident, believe it or not, I will let you be buried with you!" Lu Yanmu's words brought countless chills, like a cold winter. In the ice cellar.

Dr. Lin was so frightened by Lu Yanmu that he stepped back unconsciously. Seeing Lu Yanmu's expression at this time and the bulging veins on his forehead, he thought to himself that if Lu Yanmu tried his best to control himself, it would be very possible. Grabbing his collar, my heart was already trembling.

After listening to what he said, he naturally knew that this was not to scare him. The person who stomped Hwaseong three times, wanted to kill him, it was too easy to do.

"San Ye, I will try my best..." At this time, apart from saying this, he didn't know what else he could say to ease Lu Yanmu's anger at this time.

"It's not trying hard, it's a must!" Lu Yanmu said without his beak.

If he can't save Qingmang, what use does he want such a person!