After the rebirth, the boss is slapping the face every day

Chapter 600 Is It Worth It To Trade His Life For The Life Of His Sweetheart?

When he saw the man's appearance clearly, he frowned, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes, and then his eyes fell on the two cars that collided. Seriously, but I can still see the license plate number of that little black car.

Sure enough it was her!

With a flash of sharp eyes, he got into the car, started the engine and chased after him.

The lights in the operating room of the hospital were on, and rescue efforts were being carried out against the clock.

Mu Linyu performed the operation himself. He is a general practitioner with superb medical skills. With him in charge, it would be like stealing from the king of Hades.

Outside the operating room, Mu Ruoan stood outside the door with his hands clasped together, praying in his heart non-stop, but the tears couldn't be stopped, and the clothes on his chest were wet with tears, quietly Outside the operating room, she was alone. The light was bright, but she looked pale, and when it shone on her, she felt a sense of powerlessness.

Leng Yichen, you must be fine, you must live well.

Leng Yiheng rushed in, and saw the thin woman under the light at a glance, her body was trembling, her hands were clasped together, her eyes were closed tightly, she was silently chanting and praying, her small face was pale and bloodless, as if receding The blood-colored rose petals made people feel distressed, and his heart ached, hurting for her, he squeezed his hands, and walked over.

Step by step, slowly approaching, she is there, within reach, but he feels that he can't get there, she is an existence that he can't touch, and he is willing to stand behind her and silently guard her, When she was crying, tired, and turned around, she could see him.

It seemed like a century had passed before he walked in front of her, looking down at the woman with her eyes closed tightly, her long and dense eyelashes trembling slightly, like the wings of a butterfly, the remaining teardrops on the eyelashes rolled down and fell into her chest. In the clothes in front of her, there are dazzling water splashes one after another.

"Mu Ruo'an." He lifted his lips, called her name in a hoarse voice, raised his hand to touch her, and finally put it down again, clenched into a fist, and lowered his voice to comfort her softly. Said, "Don't worry too much, my second brother will be fine."

Mu Ruo'an didn't seem to hear his words, she was still praying silently, consistently, like a statue, only her trembling body spoke of the fear in her heart.

The aisle is very quiet, so quiet that you can hear your own heartbeat, only the lights are still bright, but both of them feel heavy.

Leng Yiheng looked sideways at the lit lamp, where a life-and-death rescue was going on, it was hard for him to imagine that the second brother would lie lifelessly on the operating table one day, obviously he was so strong.

All he did was for a woman. If the person lying on the operating table was not him, it would be the woman he wanted to protect.

Is it worth exchanging his life for the life of his sweetheart?

Worth it.

"Ruo'an." He called her softly again, but this time, he called her Ruo'an, not Mu Ruo'an. His deep voice was full of sadness, sigh, and helplessness. I wanted to say something to her, but I couldn't say it, and in the end I only got a soft call.

He raised his hand and put it on her arm, before he could grab her clothes, suddenly there was a rush of footsteps, which was very clear in the quiet corridor.

There was a pause for almost a second, as if he had been electrocuted, he immediately retracted his hand, put it in his pocket as if nothing had happened, turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and two figures hurried over here.

(End of this chapter)