Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"Go away-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Ximen Longting pulled the two bodyguards away, fearing that they would damage Jing Jiaren.

And he stood there in a daze, staring at Jing Jiaren at a loss, like a frightened child.

Wilson has never seen the young master go crazy like this...

The first time Jing Jiaren faked her death and the plane crashed, Ximen Longting didn't see the live version, but the whole person was sad as if he had lost his soul, and he lived a gloomy, walking dead life every day.

But this time, he watched Jing Jiaren fall in a pool of blood with his own eyes.

That kind of uprooted tearing...

The two doctors who came behind with the medicine box came late. Seeing this scene, Ximen Longting knelt down beside Jing Jiaren on one leg, and was about to help her into his arms.

"Master, don't move, let's take a look..."

Ximen Longting pursed his lips in pain, his whole body collapsed like a bow.

"She's still alive." A doctor carefully tested Xia Jingjiaren's breath.

Hearing these words, Ximen Longting, who had collapsed before, got a little better.

"However, she has lost a lot of blood, so she needs to stop the bleeding and get a blood transfusion immediately, otherwise..." the doctor looked at it, "This place is far from the hospital, and it will take a lot of time to carry it."

"We stopped her bleeding immediately. As for the blood transfusion, we need to find a source of blood."

Ximen Longting was stunned, with one arm around Jing Jiaren, completely lost his mind.

If it were someone else, Ximen Longting would probably be able to deal with it calmly, instead of breaking down before seeing if the person died.

Wilson sighed: "You stop the bleeding for a blood test, and I will go to the source of the blood immediately."

All the customers in the tavern were surrounded, and they were forced to line up for a blood type test one by one.

Who dares to say anything when the muzzle of a gun is pressed against the head?

People who have had their blood types sorted into several pairs.

Type A, Type B, Type O, Type AB...

Ms. Jing's blood type has "mobile" blood banks.

Soon, a bodyguard rushed over and said, "It's type O blood."

The group of blood type O people suffered immediately. Wilson chose a few that looked healthy and clean, and sent them over.

Here, the doctor professionally opened the medicine box, immediately pulled out the glass bottle on Jing Jiaren's chest, cleaned up the broken glass, and performed hemostasis care.

Ximen Longting was sitting beside him, with Jing Jiaren's head resting on his lap, and his slender fingers running through her hair.

There is a faint temperature in the hair, and her faint undulations prove that she is still alive...

The other hand held Jing Jiaren's tightly.

Her pale fingers were held stiffly in his large palm, her blood splattered on his beige shirt.

Most of her clothes were taken off, revealing a large piece of scenery...

He saw her left chest, where the heart was, and the carved tattoos.

Ximen Longting's gaze has been fixed there.

This is probably the first time that Ximen Boss didn't get jealous because the male doctor saw a beautiful woman.

Wilson came in with a few women, and when he saw the scene on the sofa, he immediately looked away: "Master, the blood source is here."

Ximen Longting remained motionless, no different from a fool.

Wilson sighed. At this time, the young master was unreliable compared to anyone else—he suddenly degenerated from an intelligence of 180 to an intelligence of 18, referred to as dementia.

I had to talk to the doctor: "When is the blood transfusion ready and what else do I need?"