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Chapter 370 I Can't Do Anything (3)

In the silent corridor, the smell of disinfectant became stronger.

Suddenly, there was a sound of messy footsteps, and Mu Jianxuan hurriedly walked towards Hancheng.

"Han Cheng, how is Yi Ren?"

Hearing this, Han Cheng raised his eyes, there was still a tinge of red in his eyes, he looked straight at the door of the operating room, and shook his head: "I don't know, she is still undergoing surgery."

He didn't know anything, and the only thing he could do was to wait, but the waiting was so tormenting, it was pulling his heart every minute and every second.

"Han Cheng, Yi Ren will be fine, it's just..." Mu Jianxuan's eyes darkened, and his voice became heavy, making the oppressive atmosphere even more dignified.

Han Cheng raised his eyebrows, looked away from the door of the operating room, and breathed inexplicably fast: "Just what?"

Mu Jianxuan dozed his eyes, and the scene in the wooden house on the uninhabited island came to mind, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't speak.

"Just what?" Han Cheng growled, his chest heaving up and down in a panic, and his breath was slightly unsteady.

His nerves were tensed into a line, and seeing Mu Jianxuan's hesitation, he vaguely felt that something worse would happen.

Mu Jianxuan took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and said, "During the process of chasing Wang Ziqing, the police found a wooden house on the island, and then found... a used needle in the wooden house. cylinder……"

"A used syringe?" Han Cheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, his breathing became more disordered and rapid, and he looked at Mu Jianxuan in a daze, "What do you mean? I don't understand..."

What is a used syringe, what is in the syringe, and who was it used on?Is it Iraqi?

No, it won't be Yiren's...

Mu Jianxuan knew that it wasn't that Han Cheng didn't understand, but that he didn't want to understand. He was the same. When he saw the syringe, even if he thought of Yi Ren for the first time, he would force himself to refute it in the next second. this thought.

Helpless, the facts are always so cruel.

Mu Jianxuan lowered his eyes gloomyly, clenched his hands close to his sides, and explained: "The police suspect that Wang Ziqing may have injected some medicine into Yi Ren, and now the syringe has been brought back to the police station to make ingredients. Analyzes."

Han Cheng's illusion of self-deception was immediately shattered by Mu Jianxuan's words, and the tight string was broken at this moment.

He raised his hand and slammed his fists against the wall crazily, with full force, but within a short while, those hands were already bloodstained, which was shocking.

But Han Cheng didn't seem to feel the pain, he still punched the wall one after another, as if this was the only way to relieve the pain in his heart.

At this moment, the door of the operating room opened suddenly, and a bright light was reflected.

Han Cheng's mechanical frenzy stopped suddenly, and hurried to Xie Yiren's side.

"Yi Ren, Yi Ren..." Han Cheng looked at Xie Yiren lying on the hospital bed, and the colic in his heart hit him more violently. Once again, he waited for Yi Ren at the door of the operating room, but in this life, he would never Wish there was a third time.

"Doctor, how is she now?" Mu Jianxuan looked at that pale face, but Xie Yiren's smile appeared in his mind. He was not used to such a lifeless Yiren. He would rather she smiled at others. And I don't want her not to smile.

"Most of Ms. Xie's body was traumatized. The most serious injury was the back of the head. The wound was very deep. Although it was sutured, it was still in the head. In addition to the excessive blood loss, she still couldn't wake up for a while. ..."

(End of this chapter)