Chapter 339

"Mo lengqing, you must not die."

"Mo lengqing, you must not die..."

Luo Luo vigorously stepped on the accelerator, the broad business car speed to the highest, galloping on the winding mountain road.

The wind outside the car is blowing, and the co driver's eyes are tightly closed.

His consciousness has gradually fallen into chaos.

However, a low murmur in his ear made his heart twitch constantly.

He heard Ye Ling's voice.

Ye Ling

Mo lengqing wants to open his mouth, to talk, to move his finger, to keep his Ye Ling from crying, to tell Ye Ling that he will be ok

But he couldn't move.

In front of me, it was still a chaotic darkness. The voice of the call in my ear was lower and lower, until I couldn't hear it. Finally, the consciousness of Mo lengqing gradually dissipated.

……

The corridor of the hospital is quiet.

Luo Luo tightly clasped her hands together. She stood at the door of the operating room with her back straight. Looking at the top of the door of the operating room, she was dazed by the red words "in operation" on the plaque.

Two hours have passed since she sent Mo lengqing to the hospital and Mo lengqing entered the operating room.

Right and wrong professionals can also know that the longer the operation time, the more dangerous the patient is.

But clearly

Isn't Mo lengqing just in a coma?

The door of the operating room was stepped open, and someone came out in a white coat.

As the leader of Mo's group, Mo lengqing came to the hospital, which naturally shocked everyone in the whole hospital, from the president to the ordinary interns.

It was the most famous chief doctors in the central hospital who operated on Mo lengqing himself. Even those who attacked them were not anonymous.

"Doctor, Mo lengqing What happened to Mo lengqing? "

Lolo seemed to see the straw.

She rushed up and pulled out the doctor's broad sleeve, looking nervous: "Mo Leng Qing him What's the matter with him? "

Her fingertips were cold and sickly white, holding the doctor's sleeve, still shaking.

The young doctor didn't know Luo Luo, but he knew that it was the woman in front of him who sent Mo lengqing.

Looking at this woman's look at the moment, I also know that she has a lot to do with Mo lengqing. Even if she is not Mo lengqing's wife and lover, he can't afford to be a little doctor.

The young doctor shook his head, gently pulled Luo Luo's hand away from his white coat sleeve, and quietly stepped back.

He said: "Miss Luo, Mr. Mo's operation has not been finished yet, and the result has not come out yet. Please wait patiently."

Luo Luo's expression suddenly became more and more frightened.

She shook her head, incoherent: "but, but he is not, just shot in the arm? The wound I saw was not very deep, and it wasn't in the crucial place, was it? Just take out the bullet? Why did it take so long? How could this be... "

The little doctor quietly shook his head, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

Mo lengqing really just took a shot on his arm, and the wound was not deep. Just take out the bullet. But the problem now is that he should have been hit in the head by something hard, which led him into a coma.