The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

midnight.

It's still raining, it's been raining since evening, and it doesn't even mean to stop.

"Mumu," Su Yan held an umbrella and looked at the man who passed out on the ground. The injury on his shoulder was mixed with water because of the water, "If this continues, it will really kill people."

Su Yan's tone contained a trace of impatience.

Shenmu stood quietly under the umbrella, wearing only a thin unlined garment. This was the first time she went out after a long time since she came back, but she only came to the door.

"Someone will come for him."

As soon as he finished speaking, within a few minutes, he saw several young men rushing towards him.

The leader was Qing. Although he roughly guessed what was going on, his expression suddenly changed when he saw the fainted man on the ground. He immediately rushed over a few steps and helped him up.

"godfather,"

Shenmu just watched quietly, and when she saw Qing arrived, she turned around without saying anything, as if she came out just to wait for them to come and take him away.

Su Yan wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say a word.

"Ma'am," Qing's voice could barely make out the heavy rain curtain and the sound of an unstoppable rain, "No matter what, you are still the mistress of the Mafia."

Was it to remind her that they were husband and wife no matter what, and that César was her husband?

Shenmu pursed her lips and smiled softly, "Don't worry, it will be gone soon."

It was a meaningless marriage from the beginning, and it should end soon.

With that said, she walked in directly.

The gunshot wound had already caused excessive blood loss, and without proper treatment, the injury was compounded, and the wound worsened due to the rain and a high fever.

César was undoubtedly unconscious.

"Miss Su," Hui stood at the door, with a humble and mournful expression, "The godfather is still not awake, can I trouble you to take a look at it for us?"

"Is it so serious?" She is a doctor, and she knew it was serious when she looked at it last night, but after all, there were no fatal injuries, so it shouldn't be... so dangerous, right?

But if it wasn't serious, Hui wouldn't come to invite her in person.

"Wait a minute." After she finished speaking, without closing the door, she hurriedly ran to Shenmu, who was mixing the paint.

"Mumu," she said while observing Shenmu's expression, "Ceizer is very ill, can I go see him?"

Shenmu looked up at her, and said in a funny way, "You seem like a bully to me when you ask me that. It's not like Yuezhuo needs my approval to do anything."

"But," Su Yan asked anxiously, "do you mind if I save him?"

Shenmu looked away, continued to concentrate on the work in hand, and said calmly, "Could it be that in your eyes, I can't wait to let him die?"

She asked herself, she really wasn't vicious to this extent.

"Oh," Su Yan replied blankly, "Then I'll go first."

"Ah."

Seeing that Su Yan came out, Hui Hui breathed a sigh of relief, took her into the car as quickly as possible, and then drove to a villa.

Not to mention that their subordinates dare not take César back to Rome without waking up, because his current physical condition is not suitable for a long journey.

So Qing discussed with Hui, and had no choice but to find a more temporary villa to recuperate the injury first.

"How's the situation?" In the bedroom, Qingshou stood on one side, and several doctors in white coats stood on the other side. There was a faint low air pressure in the room.

Still unconscious until now, Qing obviously has begun to lose his temper. He and Hui have always been the second in command of the Mafia, and the aura is not something ordinary people can bear.

Seeing Su Yan coming, Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and walked over a few steps, "No, the high fever persists, and I have been in a coma for more than a day and a night."

Su Yan didn't say anything, walked directly to the bed, reached out to touch Cizer's forehead, it was really hot, lifted a corner of the quilt, the injury on the shoulder has been treated, although it is a bit serious, but it's nothing Big question.

She frowned, and muttered in a low voice, "If you continue to burn like this, your brain will burn out."

"Miss Su," Qing was beside him, looking anxious, "Is there any way to reduce the fever?"

No matter how serious it is, it's just a fever. Why can't one or two do anything? It's rare for a fever to kill someone, right?There should be very few people who really have a fever and burn their brains, right?

Damn, the world's best doctor is here, can't cure a mere fever?

Su Yan glanced at the sweating doctors in white coats, feeling a little sympathetic to them, and she knew from their appearance that they were often intimidated.

"It's not difficult to get rid of this fever," Su Yan said helplessly, seeing Qing's slightly relieved face, she shook her head gently, "But his illness is in his heart."

No wonder those doctors can't do anything, the disease is in their hearts, no matter how good their medical skills are, there is no way to start.

Seeing César guarding Mumu's door for so long, she knew that it was Mumu's vitality that was ruined by that incident.

But like what Mumu said, he felt guilty, but to this extent... She didn't expect it either.

According to the old saying of Chinese medicine, stagnation becomes a disease.

She looked at the unconscious man on the bed, if Mumu really...

Will he be unable to get out of this matter for the rest of his life?

The ward suddenly became quiet. As soon as Su Yan's voice fell, Qing Hehui's complexion became even uglier. Once their air pressure dropped, no one in the room dared to speak, and even held their breath.

Heart disease, they all know what his heart disease is.

"Miss Su," Hui was a little more tactful than Zhiqing, "You and Madam have always had a good relationship, can I trouble you and persuade her to come and have a look?"

Su Yan lowered her eyes, it wasn't that she didn't want to, she gave Hui a wry smile, "It's not that I didn't want to, based on what I know about Shenmu, she... probably won't come here now."

In Mumu's heart, she is very... decisive.

Qing and Hui looked at each other again, and were silent for a few minutes, Qing looked dull, and said as if rushing to the execution ground, "I'll beg her."

If there is no other way, then he can only try anyway!

"Anyway," Qing gritted her teeth, "she's still the godfather's wife, so she won't really die."

Although she also vaguely understood in her heart that as long as her heart was a little harder and more ruthless about this matter, even if she really wanted to die, there was nothing they could do.

Su Yan has never spoken. Although she grew up together, she can't guess Mumu's current thoughts at all.