Chapter 43
In Mi Yao's room, the air was so heavy that it was suffocating.

Various precision instruments were placed on one side of the big bed, and two doctors stood side by side in front of Mi Yao's bed and instructed the nurse to insert the needle for Mi Yao.

Mi Yao's face was pale, and her body was icy cold without any temperature. If it wasn't for Mi Yao's weaker and weaker heartbeat displayed on the instrument beside her, everyone would have thought she was dead.

Ye Qing stood behind the two with a serious expression.

"Butler Ye, we've tried our best. As for whether Miss Mi can survive the dangerous period, it depends on her own will!"

One of the doctors, with a tired face and speaking not-so-fluent Chinese, reported Mi Yao's condition to Ye Qing.

Ye Qing frowned tightly, "She must live! I don't care what methods you use to bring her back to life! This is the master's intention!"

Needless to say the rest, the doctor naturally understood what Ye Qing meant.

The two doctors looked at each other, and they saw deep fear in each other's eyes. They turned to Mi Yao who was dying on the hospital bed for the first time, and their eyes became extremely solemn.

Time passed bit by bit, the rescue had been going on for more than three hours, no one dared to leave this oppressive room, the life and death of the woman on the hospital bed was related to the fate of everyone.

Ye Qing's legs were already numb, he was motionless, and the wound on his back was excruciatingly painful.

The room was so quiet that even the sound of breathing was particularly obvious, only the undulating sound of the instrument ticking, stimulating everyone's nerves.

Mi Yao, who was already unconscious, suddenly trembled and convulsed violently, his pale and bloodless cheeks were full of pain.

The doctor roared impatiently, and several nurses frantically pressed down Mi Yao's convulsed body.

The sudden unexpected situation made Ye Qing's heart suspend instantly.

One of the doctors quickly took out a needle from the medicine box at hand, and directly inserted it into Mi Yao's blood vessel. The white liquid in the needle was injected into Mi Yao's body, and Mi Yao's convulsions gradually calmed down. .

Ye Qing's face was full of sternness, his gaze was fixed on the continuously sinking numbers on the instrument, and even his breathing became impatient.

The doctor put down the empty needle in his hand, and walked in front of Ye Qing with a solemn expression.

"Butler Ye, I'm sorry, we really tried our best, I'm afraid she can't do it!"

"If she dies, you can go directly down to accompany her!"

A tyrannical voice sounded from behind everyone. Yun Shitian stood at the door of Mi Yao's room and strode in, with a ferocious look in his eyes, his eyes fixed on Mi Yao who was dying on the big bed.

Passing through the trembling doctors and nurses, Yun Shitian went straight to Mi Yao on the big bed.

On the big bed, Mi Yao was lying there lifeless.

Yun Shitian was suddenly upset, the bloodless paleness on the woman's face hurt his eyes.He couldn't tell what it felt like, as if he was blocked by a big rock, and he could barely breathe under the pressure.

He stood there in a daze, and she was so weak in front of him, so weak that it seemed that if he breathed harder, she would completely disappear from his eyes.

Everyone looked at Yun Shitian cautiously, not even daring to take a breath.

The surrounding air condensed obviously, Ye Qing swallowed involuntarily, and clenched his nervous hands into fists.

(End of this chapter)

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