After rebirth, the group's beloved daughter exploded the audience

When have you ever heard Mr. Mo Wu from the Beijing circle cry?

Mo Beichen glanced at this woman, with a cold chill in his eyes.

He didn't even want to meet anyone again.

She had probably forgotten how decisive and decisive he was.

He looked away with a look of despair, and left with a bit of dejection in his steps.

She froze in place, going from a calm expression at the beginning to a restrained gnashing of teeth at the end, she remained emotionless.

But the hand he held out was suddenly filled with some red blood.

"You will beg me one day!"

By the time the private surgical facility was completed, several months had passed in a flash, and the sleepy spring was approaching autumn.

On the day of the ribbon-cutting, many celebrities and talents came to Jiangcheng, as well as some entrepreneurs. They all came to congratulate them with congratulatory gifts.

"Oh my, your Su family has another pillar. What a great talent!"

"They say that everyone in the Su family has potential, and now it seems that they really live up to their reputation."

"The Su family is really the light of our Jiangcheng! Not bad, not bad!"

Countless flattering words lingered throughout the Jiangcheng area. Everyone praised the Su family and gave them a condescending feeling.

Mo Beichen knew the news, but he was indifferent, with a face like stagnant water without a single ripple.

Does he really want to cut ties with Su Qianrou?

This private surgical institution is named Su's Institution. Su Qianrou is the entire controlling shareholder and is also a potential medical student.

And Jiang Jiaqi has been the dean of the organization throughout the whole process. It can be said that she is the executor on the surface, and her position is quite high.

On the opening day, Su Nanjin became the first patient of this institution.

But because he is also an excellent surgeon, he has great confidence in Jiang Jiaqi's surgery, but he also has excellent psychological quality.

"It's okay, I believe you." Su Nanjin was lying on the cold operating table, her eyes sparkling.

An ambiguous atmosphere immediately filled the operating room.

Jiang Jiaqi's expression was tense, a few drops of cold sweat broke out on both sides of her forehead and temples, and her eyes were so tight that she didn't dare to relax at all.

After all, there are more jobs to be done with one hand than with one foot.

Abroad, there are only a few hundred or so such cases, and the failure rate is still the highest.

Her nervousness was caught in Su Nanjin's eyes.

"It's okay if it doesn't succeed. I won't blame you. In the past few months, I know you have given enough." He smiled softly, with love on his lips.

"You idiot! What are you talking about? Do you think all the hard work you have put in these past few months was in vain?"

Su Qianrou on the side couldn't see such a sensational scene, so she immediately blocked his mouth and scolded him in a serious tone.

The operation lasted for several days, with day and night alternating. Su Qianrou and Jiang Jiaqi's clothes also changed back and forth between being soaked with sweat and dry.

Finally, during the day, the operation was declared a success!

The Su family was shocked. From tired waiting to full of energy, it only took a few days and nights.

"Brother, how is your hand?"

"Nan Jin, let dad take a look!"

Everyone in the Su family rushed to see this advanced technology.

Su Nanjin couldn't resist them, so she had to stretch out her prosthetic hand.

At that moment, everyone's faces showed disbelief, and their bodies even became stiff.

There was no trace of connection on his hands, and the skin color matched them quite well, and even the flexibility of his fingers was as real as the real one.

"If you touch it, the texture will be even better." Su Qianrou folded her hands and leaned in front of the door, showing a humble and reassuring expression. Su Yu'an was the first to bear the brunt of it. He looked at Su Nanjin's hand as carefully as if it were an antique, and the gestures he played with were touching and pinching.

There are also some pinches among them.

He was shocked and said, "It can be so realistic!"

"It hurts!" Su Nanjin suddenly twisted her face, and a ferocious look came over her.

"No, artificial hands can feel pain?" Su Yu'an jumped back in fright, his eyes filled with horror.

"What a coward." Su Nanjin gave him a look of disdain, "I'm just kidding, without nerves, where does the pain come from?"

"Yes, this kind of hand is commonly known as a bionic hand. Its appearance and function are no different from our real hands today, but it cannot connect to nerve lines."

"That is to say, it cannot receive any instructions sent by the brain."

Su Nanjin took over Jiang Jiaqi's last words, her tone lost color, and her eyes instantly dropped.

The air is a little heavy.

Finally, good news came, but it was like a funeral. Su Qianrou clapped her hands to liven up the atmosphere.

"Okay, okay, brother is now reborn, don't be so stern, just be happy."

As she spoke, she winked at Su Yu'an and poked him with her elbow several times, as if to remind him to agree.

Who told him to say something he shouldn't have said?

He understood and immediately laughed heartily, muttering all the time: "Since today is such a good day, let's just have a big banquet and invite some people."

Su Yang thought it was a good idea and immediately asked someone to do it.

With Su Nanjin as a living sign, Su's organization quickly became famous in Jiangcheng.

For a time, many top talents were recruited from other hospitals, and the organization began to expand.

Of course, their approach quickly aroused dissatisfaction among many hospitals, and they even held a media conference to criticize them.

It is true that pride makes people complacent and also makes people fall behind.

Mu Xingrui watched all this as if nothing happened, swallowing the biscuits in her hand and chewing them.

She felt that Su’s organization should be more “icing on the cake”, otherwise it would lose a lot of fun.

Her eyes were piercing with a hint of strangeness, dark and crazy.

In a house with the door ajar, a couple was crying, the sound was sharp and sad, and the howling of ghosts and wolves was terrifying.

She had investigated in advance and found out that the child of this family died as part of a surgical operation. The high cost of the operation caused the child's illness to become more severe.

Finally died.

She opened the door carefully, and the crisp sound of high heels suddenly attracted the attention of the couple.

They looked at the woman with a delicate face in front of them. Her bright and moving appearance was quite inconsistent with this dead and silent scene.

They became wary: "Who are you?"

"Don't be impulsive, I'm here to help you." She raised her eyebrows and gave her a kind look.

She gestured to stop and cautiously moved to them step by step, but the smell of incense in the room made her choke.

It's too messy.

She squinted her eyes, feeling extremely uncomfortable.