Need for a Guard

Shi Yue looked at Ouyang Liufeng's nervous expression, and asked in surprise, "Mr. Ouyang, what happened? Why did someone die?"

Ouyang Liufeng withdrew his anxious gaze, looked at Shi Yue standing in front of him, was overjoyed at first, then pointed to the iron house with closed doors and windows, nervously, and said word by word: "Success or failure, it depends on one move! "

Your sister, old romantic, you play charades with me!

Shi Yue kicked on the wheelchair impatiently, and said angrily: "Mr. Ouyang, can you explain something more clearly, there is no beginning and no end, who knows what happened..|"

"Han Mo is healing the little dude in the iron house!" Ouyang Liufeng sighed.

Shi Yue couldn't help getting excited when he heard the words, and hurriedly asked: "Then what's going on now?"

Ouyang Liufeng was not in high spirits, and said sadly: "Han Mo and Xiao Huagongzi have been in closed-door treatment for three days and three nights. Mr. Han said that this diagnosis and treatment will cut bones to the marrow. It is very likely to die! Old Han never tells a lie, even he is so cautious, the process will be very painful."

Shi Yue knew some medicine of the later generations, and he also knew that it was very difficult to cut the bone into the marrow and take out the penetrating nail.

At the same time, I am also amazed at the pedantic heaven and man in Korean and ink. Without the assistance of various advanced equipment, the wisdom of the ancients has been developed to the limit.

Ouyang Liufeng looked at Shi Yue silently, and sighed again: "Han Mo asked me to stay here, and warned me repeatedly that the operation will be completed at the latest at Haishi tonight. If the iron gate is still not opened by that time, it means that the operation has occurred. If there is a dangerous situation, the little playboy will die due to the dislocation of the bone marrow needle, and he himself will die in love."

"When the time comes...he asked me to open the door to collect their bodies. Tell me, it will be Haishi in half an hour. Can I not be nervous?"

Hearing this, Shi Yue couldn't help but gasped, his watch was very accurate, he raised his wrist to look at it, to be exact, there were only more than 40 minutes left!

Hey... four to 10 minutes of hard work. !>

Little Hua's life is in danger, whether it's because of the brotherhood of fighting for life or death, or because of the general situation of the country, Shi Yue feels uneasy from the bottom of his heart, so he is not in the mood to share the joy of meeting Concubine Jing with Ouyang Liufeng.

Shi Yue squatted beside Ouyang Liufeng's wheelchair, anxiously looking at his watch and counting the time, while Ouyang Liufeng looked up at the bright moon in the sky, using his special method to deduce the time.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and there was no sound from the iron house. The dead silence made Shi Yue and Ouyang Liufeng feel despair and fear.

Could it be that the number one genius doctor in the world will miss at a critical moment?The consequences... are simply unimaginable.

Finally, under Shi Yuejing's eyes, the pointer on the watch floated to the position of nine o'clock at night. Shi Yue's heart felt cold and lost his mind, but he found that Ouyang Liufeng was also looking towards him, with unbelievable horror and helplessness in his eyes.

Is it really missed?

Shi Yue clenched his fists, and slammed down on the iron gate fiercely like venting—if he had known this, he wouldn't have asked Ouyang Liufeng to make a scalpel to treat the little dude, after all, he was the one who hurt the little dude, What hurt Ziyun also hurt Han Mo.

Just at this time, there was a faint knock on the iron door.

"Ah? Listen! There is a voice inside..." Shi Yue hurriedly closed his fists and listened carefully. Although the sound from inside the iron gate was very small, it seemed like a candle was lit in the dark and boundless night, giving Shi Yue Bring hope and light to the heart.

"Haha...it's the knock on the door! They're still alive! Haha..." Shi Yuexiu couldn't wait to take the key from Ouyang Liufeng's hand, and the flying knife, as thin as a cicada's wing, slipped into the palm of his hand miraculously. A burst of sparks flew, and the iron tie was cut.

There was a bang sound, and the iron door was knocked open. Han Mo's frail and rickety figure fell to the ground as the iron door opened wide, unable to struggle, his palms clenched tightly, blood gushing out.

"Old man Han, what's wrong with you? Why is your wrist bleeding? Are you going to cut your wrist and commit suicide?"

Ouyang Liufeng rolled down from the wheelchair in a panic, grabbed Han Mo who was lying on the ground, and asked anxiously.

Han Mo fell to the ground powerlessly, closed his eyes, and hummed weakly: "You...you just cut your wrists and committed suicide!"

Shi Yue also anxiously asked: "Old Housekeeper Han, how is it? Have you taken out the bone-penetrating nail? Has it succeeded? You should hurry up and respond."

Han Mo was powerless to speak, he let go of his hand with blood gushing from between his fingers, and a bone-piercing nail was lying on his palm oozing blood.

"Oh! It's a bone-penetrating nail, you took it out? Haha... Old man Han, you're so damn good..."

Ouyang Liufeng laughed excitedly, hugged Han Mo's forehead, kissed and gnawed, overjoyed.

Shi Yue looked at the piercing nail, and finally let go of the big stone in his heart.

Han Mo was kissed and gnawed on the forehead by Ouyang Liufeng, pushed and shoved weakly, and said weakly: "Old hooligan, kiss your fart! The taste of garlic in your mouth, please shut up quickly, I was smoked to death by you... ..."

Shi Yue laughed loudly, stepped forward and hugged Ouyang Liufeng on the wheelchair again, and 'rescued' Han Mo out!

"Old man Han, why are you so weak? I thought you would cut your wrists and commit suicide after the operation failed." Ouyang Liufeng teased.

"I haven't eaten for three days and three nights, do you think I can't be weak?"

Han Mo sat on the ground, leaning against the iron gate, and waved his hands weakly, "If any of you have pity on me, please help me get a bowl of porridge. After a while, even if I don't commit suicide by cutting my wrists, I will starve to death." .”

"Haha... Mr. Han, I knew you would be hungry. I have cooked the porridge for you a long time ago. Just wait, I will bring it for you." Ouyang Liufeng shook the wheelchair and went back to the kitchen to get it. Porridge.

Shi Yue probed into the iron gate, wanting to go in and see what happened.

Han Mo waved his hand weakly, "You still can't see the young master. There is a dark room in the iron house, which was sterilized with my special medicinal powder. The young master needs to rest in it for an hour before he can come out. Don't worry. Just wait."

Although he was weak, he was very excited in his words and expressions.

Shi Yue had no choice but to wait in peace. Ouyang Liufeng quickly brought back the porridge. Han Mo hadn't eaten for three days and three nights. He was so hungry that he was dizzy. After receiving the delicious porridge, he started to gobble it up.

After eating a few bowls of porridge, Han Mo's strength gradually recovered. Although his eyes were red and he was extremely weak, his beating heart made him tireless.

While drinking porridge, Han Mo explained the dangerous things that happened during the three days and three nights. It can be summed up in one point, that is: he cut more than 1000 knives around the spine and shin of the little dude. mm, that little dude will fall into a situation of eternal doom.

However, a miracle doctor is a miracle doctor, and Han Mo succeeded...

When Shi Yue and Ouyang Liufeng heard it, they couldn't help feeling thrilled and scared for a while, especially Shi Yue, who also played with 'knife', so naturally he could experience the danger more deeply.

The three of them gathered in front of the iron gate and chatted happily. One was a craftsman, the other was a medical expert, and the other was a professional murderer. They also laughed and cursed and chatted happily.

They kept laughing and laughing, but their hearts were anxiously waiting for an hour to witness the miracle between the little dude's legs.