Rebirth of the rich and powerful daughter of revenge

Chapter 442 To die or become a monster
The doctor who spoke was also shaking with fright. He had never seen such a big cut in the back of a person's head, which was eight centimeters long, and he could see the structure inside his head...

He really felt that Young Master Leng couldn't hold on anymore, most of the blood in his body flowed out...

Mo Yunting grabbed the doctor who was speaking, his black eyes were full of terrifying light, "Save him! Don't give up. Giving up on him is equivalent to giving up your own life!"

"Yes, yes, I will work hard."

"It's not hard work! It's necessary to save him! Immediately!"

"Yes, yes, I promise that I will save the young master..."

With the doctor's assurance, Mo Yunting loosened his collar tiredly, and pressed the back of Leng Wuxin's head, not daring to move, the blood kept gushing out, it was more uncomfortable than killing him!
Nerawin squatted beside Mo Yunting and looked at the busy doctors, subconsciously stretched out his fingers to feel the pulse on Leng Wuxin's neck.

"Mr. Mo, I'm afraid Mr. Leng really can't make it through, his pulse is getting weaker and weaker!"

"No, no matter what method is used, we must save him!"

Nerawin stared into Mo Yunting's black eyes, "Unless..."

The two of them stayed in the devil training camp together and saw many inhuman methods. Some people had just died, but they would survive after being injected with a mutated venom.

"Nerawin, you go to the back of the helicopter to get what you want, you come to save him!"

"Mr. Mo, but once the mutated venom is injected, Mr. Leng will..."

"What's better than watching him die now!"

"Mr. Mo..." Nalavin really didn't want to use that extreme method to save Leng Wuxin. When he got his life back, he would have to enter another terrifying world. No one could bear the consequences of mutated venom.

Mo Yunting felt the blood continuously gushing from Leng Wuxin's head, unable to think at all, he kicked Nalavin away.

"If you don't do it, I will do it myself! Su Wenhua pressed Leng Wuxin's wound!"

Su Wenhua squatted next to Mo Yunting in fear and fear, and took over the job of holding down the wound on the back of Leng Wuxin's head, watching Mo Yunting quickly run towards the helicopter full of hostility.

After boarding the helicopter, Mo Yunting looked at Dai Lanshan who was lying on the seat, and yelled at Beicheng, "What's wrong with her!"

"Mr. Mo, don't get excited. Miss Dai is fine. She just fell into a coma due to grief and will wake up in a while."

Mo Yunting tensed his whole body and knocked his eyelashes, thinking that Lan Shan must be in a coma because of Leng Wuxin's death and grief!
The idea of ​​saving Leng Wuxin at all costs is even stronger!
He opened his password-locked small black suitcase from the back compartment, which was filled with various bottles and jars, and took out a sleeping potion that contained nutrients but would not harm pregnant women and babies.

"Beicheng, ask the doctor to give her this injection so that she can sleep well." He needs time to deal with Leng Wuxin's injury, and he can't let Dai Lanshan know.

"Okay! Our young master, he..." He had long wanted to get off the helicopter to find young master Leng, and was worried that he would face danger by leaving Dai Lanshan here alone.

"Trust me, I will let him live! Help me take care of Lan Shan."

"Okay, don't worry, Mr. Mo."

Mo Yunting hesitantly took out a green liquid injection from the suitcase, fastened it to his waist, closed and locked the suitcase and put it back in place, quickly got out of the helicopter and returned to Leng Wuxin.

As soon as Su Wenhua saw Mo Yunting, he yelled, "President Mo, President Mo, Mr. Leng is dying, the wound is still bleeding after sewing it up!"

Mo Yunting squatted beside Leng Wuxin with a sullen face, and subconsciously touched the injection pinned to his waist. Looking at Leng Wuxin's pale face, his lips were so white that there was no trace of blood.

Several doctors were also very discouraged. They wanted to say that they could not be saved, but they dared not announce it, fearing that their lives would be lost.

Mo Yunting roared, "Build a tent right away and carry him in!"

Although he didn't know what Mo Yunting was going to do, Leng Wuxin ran to the plane parked at the Palace of the Underworld, took off the tent and quickly put it on, and carried Leng Wuxin, who was bleeding profusely, inside.

Several doctors were about to follow in, but Mo Yunting grabbed their collars one by one and threw them away.

Before walking into the tent, he turned his head to look at Nalavin and Su Wenhua, "Check outside, no one is allowed to come in!"

Narawin opened his mouth to persuade Mo Yunting to think twice, but he stared too hard to speak.

Su Wenhua always regarded Mo Yunting as his favorite, so he nodded repeatedly.

Mo Yunting walked into the tent, quickly zipped up the zipper to isolate everyone outside, and approached the dying Leng Wuxin step by step. Two thoughts were fighting in his brain.

One is to let him die in accordance with God's will, perhaps it is a kind of relief for him.

One is to save him, no matter what kind of monster he will become, as long as he can live, it is better than anything else.

"Leng Wuxin..."

Mo Yunting knelt in front of Leng Wuxin on one knee, struggling with his thoughts like never before. He slowly took off the injection pinned to his waist and looked at Leng Wuxin who was covered in blood.

"You bastard is really hateful, why do you risk your life to save me, and now I can't watch you die!"

Leng Wuxin was silent, his pale face was shocking.

"Leng Wuxin, can you tell me whether my choice is what you want? Living is better than anything else, even if you become a monster."

"..."

Knowing that Leng Wuxin had no way to answer him now, he repeated the question again, "Please open your eyes and tell me, do you want to die or become a monster!"

Nerawin outside kept his head down in silence, and could clearly hear the roaring from the tent. He couldn't just stand on the sidelines and wanted to go in to help Mr. Mo.

"Narawin, what are you doing?" Su Wenhua stopped Narawin who was about to unzip the zipper and break in.

"If you don't want to see Mr. Mo surrounded by regrets in the future, let me in!"

"..."

"Step aside!"

Seeing Naravin's fierce gaze, Su Wenhua knew that Naravin would not harm President Mo, so he moved away from him and let him unzip the tent and walk in.

Mo Yunting turned his head and stared at Nerawin, "What are you doing here!"

Nalavin turned around and zipped up the tent again, went to the other side of Leng Wuxin and squatted down, looked at Mo Yunting opposite, "Mr. Mo, let me help you!"

"..."

"This kind of choice should not be chosen by you, it should be chosen by Leng Wuxin himself. I can't just watch you bear all the responsibilities!"

"..."

Mo Yunting looked at Nerawin blankly, only to see that Narawin took out a dagger and scratched the clothes on Leng Wuxin's chest, revealing his wheat-colored chest.

"Narawin, what are you doing?"

"Mr. Mo, please believe me. I was not only a qualified guide in the devil training camp, but also a poisonous doctor. I have been exposed to Mr. Feng's terrible experiments."

"Okay, I believe you."

(End of this chapter)