The sky-high cute baby, the president's daddy delivered it to the door

Chapter 2661
I was wondering where such a big rock came from. When I looked closer, it was not a rock at all, but a car. To be precise, it was a car that had been turned over, with the chassis facing up and the engine facing down.

Her heart tightened, she hurriedly called Meng Zhanyang again, vaguely, she heard the phone ringing.

"Stop, stop..." Mo Xiaobai slammed on the car door vigorously.

Before the car stopped, she rushed out quickly.

He fell to the ground by the inertia of the car, didn't care about breaking his knee, got up and continued running.

"Meng Zhanyang, Meng Zhanyang..." Her hoarse voice echoed in the empty valley.

The taxi driver saw the accident and stopped the car to help.

"Meng Zhanyang..." Mo Xiaobai lay on the ground, and actually saw Meng Zhanyang's bloody face.

By the moonlight, she could only see a rough outline, but she knew that it was him.

"Wei..." A bloody hand slowly stretched out the window.

"It's me, it's me, how are you?" Mo Xiaobai hurriedly held that hand, which was instantly covered in scarlet blood.

In his memory, Meng Zhanyang's hand was very hot, but now, it was colder than the night wind in the mountains.

Meng Zhanyang tried to hold Mo Xiaobai's hand tightly, and moved his fingertips, only to realize that he couldn't use his strength at all: "Fortunately..."

"The ambulance is coming!" The taxi driver was about to call 120. When he looked up, he saw red and blue lights flashing in the distance.

Meng Zhanyang was sent to the hospital, and Mo Xiaobai was by his side, holding his cold hand.

Tears are like broken beads, falling down.

"Don't cry...I...it's fine..." Meng Zhanyang was bleeding all over his body, but he still forced out a smile to comfort Mo Xiaobai.

"Well, I know!" Mo Xiaobai pursed his lips tightly and nodded.

She knew that he would be all right, all right.

"Thank you..." He was satisfied to get her forgiveness, and he was ecstatic to get her care.

Those three words were stuck in her throat, and it took a long time to squeeze them out: "I... love... you..."

"Huh?" Mo Xiaobai stared at Meng Zhanyang in a daze, unable to react for a while.

He just said... just said...

Do not!
Meng Zhanyang opened his chapped lips, as if he wanted to speak, but Mo Xiaobai hurriedly stopped him: "If you have anything to say, wait until you recover from your injury. Rest now."

Nodding slightly, Meng Zhanyang closed his upper lip and swallowed back the words that had flowed to his lips.

After arriving at the hospital, the doctor performed a detailed examination on Meng Zhanyang. Although it looked bloody, but fortunately, it was all skin trauma, and no vitals were injured.

Meng Zhanyang had more than a dozen wounds, large and small, and had more than 100 stitches in total, [-] of which were on the forehead.

Because of excessive blood loss, Meng Zhanyang's face was frighteningly pale, and Mo Xiaobai was very worried that he would die at any moment.

"The patient still needs a blood transfusion. Our hospital has no AB blood. Call the blood bank." The nurse came out of the emergency room and said to the doctor on duty.

Upon hearing this, Mo Xiaobai stepped forward without hesitation: "Draw my blood, I am type AB."

"You?" The doctor on duty pushed his glasses, looked Mo Xiaobai up and down, and said, "You can't take blood if you weigh less than ninety catties."

Mo Xiaobai insisted: "It doesn't matter if you smoke a few hundred milliliters."

"No, no, we can't make fun of your life." The doctor on duty picked up the phone and called the blood bank, asking them to send the type AB plasma as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)