The doctor's hands cover the sky, and the male gods can't stand high

Chapter 1 Don't Tell Him

City A, midsummer, the sky is as clear as a wash!
A black Audi was driven by a police car, speeding at a speed of [-] yards on the continuous traffic lane, and the sharp and piercing sound of the horn caused the vehicles in front to give way.

In the tightly sealed compartment, the smell of blood was pungent.

"Xiao Jiang, you must persevere!"

In the back row, a middle-aged man in a police uniform nervously supported the young woman beside him, and quickly took out his cell phone with the other hand, and dialed!

Jiang Luan's beautiful facial features were wrinkled into balls due to the pain, and at this moment, they were as pale as paper.

She was breathing extremely weakly, and the blood gushing out of the white T-shirt on her chest was like bloody roses blooming in full bloom.

Seeing the middle-aged man dialing the phone, her eyes flashed with nervousness. She struggled and asked with all her strength, "Director, who are you calling?"

The middle-aged man turned on the hands-free, looked down at her with a paper-like complexion, and comforted her, "Here, Xiao Jiang, the eldest son will definitely save you. Don't be afraid, we will reach the hospital soon."

The eldest son mentioned by the director is Mo Qingxuan who is known as a divine doctor!

However, Jiang Luan's complexion changed drastically, eyes filled with pain, and suddenly became crazy, struggling, reaching out to snatch the mobile phone from the middle-aged man's hand.

"No, no, Chief, don't tell him..."

"Xiao Jiang, what are you doing?"

The middle-aged man was startled, he raised his hand to avoid her, and there was more majesty and sullenness in his voice: "You will be fine!"

Jiang Luan was short of breath due to excitement, panting, and her voice was broken: "Director, don't, don't...let him know..."

She knew she was dying.

She felt that life was being lost from her body bit by bit. That feeling happened once four years ago.

"Hey!"

The voice from the mobile phone was cold and indifferent, like the wind blowing from the North Pole, it froze her breathing for a moment!

In a trance, she couldn't hear what the director said clearly, the voice was like a thought injected into the soul, involuntarily supporting her consciousness, trying hard to see him again...

10 minutes later, the best private hospital in city A.

A handsome and elegant figure came into sight, and when the man's clear breath penetrated his nostrils, Jiang Luan's last trace of consciousness dissipated, his eyes went dark, and he passed out!
She fell into a warm embrace, and by her ear, someone faintly growled at her, "Jiang Luan, you dare to die for me again..."

……

"Doctor Mo?"

The medical staff beside him widened their eyes in astonishment. Is this man really Jiang Luan?
Mo Qing's Xuanjun's face was paled by the blood of the woman in his arms. He said in a low voice, "Surgery immediately", without even moving the lathe, he rushed into the hospital with Jiang Luan in his arms.

With trembling hands, he placed her on the operating table. The man's dark eyes looked at her blood-stained chest. With just one glance, he could accurately determine the position and depth of the bullet, as well as the damaged spleen...

His eyes were stained with frost, if she hadn't been right-minded, the bullet would have pierced through the heart!

three days later

Jing'an Hospital, the ICU intensive care unit with soft light.

The woman on the hospital bed faintly woke up.

Open your eyes, everything is white.

In front of the bed, seeing her wake up, the special guard who never left her eyes lit up immediately, and stood up excitedly from the chair: "Miss Jiang, you finally woke up, I'll call the eldest son right away!"

Just as Jiang Luan woke up, her heart trembled slightly because of the word 'Elder Son', her red lips twitched. Just as she was about to say something, the little nurse ran away without a trace.

She looked in the direction of the door for a moment, and with a movement of her body, the wound was immediately touched, and sharp pain swept over her, and a thin layer of sweat suddenly appeared on her white forehead.

"Luan'er, you just woke up, don't move around!"

With a three-point caring voice, a low and kind voice sounded.

The middle-aged doctor came in at the door, dressed in white sterile clothes, with a mask covering his face, revealing only a pair of deep and wise eyes, with the wind blowing under his feet, he walked quickly to the hospital bed.

(End of this chapter)