Mountains have trees and trees have branches

Chapter 17 Rescue
Mu Xiliang nodded, "Now that I am the head of the anti-aircraft artillery regiment, I must be responsible for it. Things like Deng Shuangxi must never happen again."

"I know, but you don't need to live in the barracks."

Mu Xiliang originally wanted to explain, but he glanced at her strangely and said, "What's wrong with you? Why bother with this issue."

Qing Huan faltered and couldn't answer.

Now that she is still injured, she may not be able to protect him well even if he is by her side, let alone leave her to go to the military camp.

"me,"

Qing Huan was in a difficult situation, and it happened that Xiao Tao interrupted her by reporting that President Fu had come outside, so the topic stopped there.

Before going to bed at night, Qing Huan thought about it and went to Mu Xiliang's room with white chalcedony.

Mu Xiliang was looking at the official document, and glanced at her outstretched hand, in which lay the white chalcedony that was close to her body quietly, and asked inexplicably, "Why?"

"This is for you, you have to keep it close to your body, to keep you safe."

Mu Xi laughed out loud.

"Fu Qinghuan, do you know you're afraid?"

He thought she was frightened by the injury.

Qing Huan responded indiscriminately, pulled away his palm and put the chalcedony on it, Mu Xiliang looked at it, and returned it to Qing Huan, "Qing Huan, I'll be fine, I don't need this."

"how do you know,"

Qing Huan panicked, almost said it, but swallowed the second half of it.

She pulled Mu Xiliang's hand away and put the chalcedony back, "Anyway, I gave it to you, so you have to carry it close to you! If you don't accept it, I'll go home right away. Anyway, if I give it to you again Even if it hurts you, you can't see it, don't worry about it!"

He looked at her with a headache, "Who did you learn your bad temper from?"

Qing Huan's throat froze, and she said coquettishly, "Oh, I'm just worried about you and I have no other intentions, will you accept it or not?"

"Take it, take it!"

Mu Xiliang looked at her helplessly, held the chalcedony, Qing Huan's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand, "I'll help you!"

Mu Xiliang was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly moved away, "Why do I, a big man, bring this thing?"

"But you just promised me to wear it close to your body!!"

Mu Xiliang warned her of her unreasonable troubles, Qing Huan pouted, and looked away with aggrieved face, Mu Xiliang sighed, and put the chalcedony into his shirt pocket.

"Is it okay now?"

Qing Huan was still worried, "Then, what if you forget to change your clothes?"

Mu Xiliang rolled his eyes, put his hands on her shoulders to force her to turn around, and pushed her all the way out, "I swear, I will never forget it, I will definitely wear it close to my body, okay?"

Pushing her out of the room, Qing Huan wanted to say something else, Mu Xi said "Good boy", rubbed her hair, and went back to close the door.

Qing Huan raised her hand to push the door, paused, then withdrew her hand.

Now, there should be no problem.

In the following days, Mu Xiliang only came back for one day, but it has to be said that the white chalcedony worked very well, even if there were ghosts who dared to trouble him, they couldn't get close to him.

Qing Huan yawned, she can sleep peacefully in the future, and she no longer needs to be a door god at the end of his bed!
It's just that she couldn't help being happy too early.

He went back to his hometown to worship his ancestors, and has been away for two days;
Mu Xi Liang Sleeping Cannon Group is not at home;
Mu Zhonglin has not returned home yet.

Qing Huan is the only one left in the family.

She happily rolled several times on the bed, now she can sleep well without being disturbed! !

She didn't sleep until midnight, when someone knocked on her door fiercely, "Dong Dong Dong" with great strength, and called "Miss Qing Huan" while knocking, very eagerly.

Qing Huan was dreaming about eating chicken legs, and was woken up for no reason, reluctantly lay in bed for a few seconds, and then lazily sat up.

"Who??"

"Miss, it's me, Ding Heqiao."

Ding Heqiao's tone couldn't conceal his eagerness.

Qing Huan sat on the bed for a few seconds, and immediately woke up.

She got out of bed and walked quickly to the door, opened the door, and Ding Heqiao's face came into view, but then a large amount of blood on his clothes rushed into her sight.

"What's wrong with you??"

A feeling of uneasiness flashed through Qing Huan's heart, and Ding Heqiao said, "Miss, the young master was injured and is currently being rescued in the hospital."

With a sound of "dong", Qing Huan felt as if someone had punched her heart hard, her body softened, and she hurriedly supported the door frame.

"what happened??"

"The matter is too complicated, and the subordinates will not be able to explain it clearly for a while. The commander-in-chief and President Fu are both in the hospital. The commander-in-chief asked his subordinates to pick up the lady and take her to the hospital to take care of her. So please hurry up, Miss. The subordinates are waiting downstairs. you."

"well."

She mechanically said yes twice, and turned to put on her clothes, but her hands were shaking badly, and the damn buttons couldn't be buttoned no matter what.

After a pause, Qing Huan slapped herself fiercely on the face.

"Why panic, people are not dead!!"

As soon as the word death came out, Qing Huan burst into tears.

The silence on the way to the hospital was terrible. Ding Heqiao drove the car, followed by two cars, and Qing Huan could see that there were soldiers with live ammunition on top of them.

When they arrived at the hospital, they went straight to the operating room. Mu Zhonglin sat on a chair with his head down, and Fu Yunting stood next to Mu Zhonglin with his back against the wall. The entire hospital was under martial law.

Seeing Qing Huan coming, Fu Yunting turned pale.

Qing Huan stepped forward, shook her father's arm, and asked in a deep voice, "Dad, big daddy, what's going on?"

Mu Zhonglin didn't speak, staring at the floor in front of him without saying a word, Fu Yunting briefly explained what happened.

Mu Xiliang went out to socialize and met someone who was assassinated. In order to save the other party, he weighed seven times. The nearest wound was only two centimeters away from the heart. Now both of them are being rescued in the operating room together.

Qing Huan squeezed Fu Yunting's arm hard, Fu Yunting glanced at her, and raised his hand to hold her hand.

"Huating, is there any doctor who has performed such an operation?"

Mu Zhonglin, who had been silent for a long time, raised his head, looked at the air in front of him and said, "I have already sent someone to invite Fang Chengye from the provincial capital. The injury in Xiliang is too serious. Our doctors here can't cure it. The one doing the surgery right now is San Marino Hospital." Dean, if he can stabilize Xiliang's injury before Fang Chengye arrives, then Xiliang can still be saved."

Qing Huan calculated silently in her heart, from Huating to the provincial capital, it would take four hours to travel by car, and it would take eight hours to go back and forth. By the time Fang Chengye arrived, it would be dawn.

She opened her mouth to say something, but when she looked up, she saw ghosts gathering towards the door of the operating room.

Qing Huan felt that she was going to be out of breath.

She couldn't calm down now, she couldn't even feel Mu Xiliang's breath.

Qing Huan silently let go of Fu Yunting's arm, and stood beside Mu Zhonglin leaning against the wall like her father.

From birth to now, she has never tried to wait so desperately and painfully.

The ghosts seemed to know that there were ghosts who wanted to move, but Qing Huan didn't dare to act rashly.

Of course Qing Huan knew what this meant.

They understand better than themselves, maybe after dawn, there will be another dead soul here.

Qing Huan clenched her fist slightly, and her sharp nails pierced her palm, but she couldn't feel any pain.

When it was almost dawn, Fang Chengye finally arrived.

Mu Zhonglin jumped up, walked quickly towards Fang Chengye, grasped Fang Chengye's hand, and said in a deep voice, "Sir, I would like to trouble you to see if the dog...is saved."

He didn't have the domineering spirit of the past, what he had was just a father's love for his son.

Fang Chengye also felt that the situation was serious, he nodded seriously, said "Don't worry", bypassed Mu Zhonglin and went straight to the operating room.

Qing Huan watched him enter the operating room, fell silent for a while, and then leaned back against the wall.

Qing Huan couldn't tell what it was like.

I feel like I'm saved. People who are treated with such courtesy by Mu Zhonglin must be people with great abilities. If he can come, at least the chance of Mu Xiliang's survival will increase to 50.00%.

But she felt flustered again. From the hospital to now, she couldn't feel anything.

Time passed bit by bit, the morning sun was ushered in, and the night was sent away. The ghosts gradually disappeared with the first ray of sunlight, and only a few expressionless ghosts floated around her, until She was disturbed by the stimulation.

Suddenly there was a creak, the door of the operating room was opened, and a foreign doctor came out from inside. Mu Zhonglin hurriedly got up and walked towards the doctor, saying, "Doctor, what's the matter?"

The doctor took off his mask and shook his head tiredly and guiltily.

"not too good."

(End of this chapter)