The local tyrant president is not easy to mess with

Chapter 185 She will be fine

The assistant on the side kept picking up surgical tools for him, while the other assistant was wiping his sweat. Their busy voices could be heard in the entire operating room, but there was no sign of Hu Die waking up.

Someone in the operating room came out to report the situation to the Hu family's parents. Now that Zi Ran Zijin and Leng Muxuan are here, the person who is dedicated to delivering the situation will have to go to Mo Shaochun's office more often to tell them about the situation .

"Doctor, how is Hu Die?" When Ran Zijin saw the informant come in, he was anxious to stand up and walk towards the doctor, forgetting that his ankle was still injured.

Seeing this, Leng Muxuan quickly pressed her shoulders, preventing her from standing up, "Zijin, don't panic, listen to the doctor first."

After speaking, he looked at the doctor with a calm expression, meaning to tell her to speak quickly.

"Miss Hu is seriously injured, and she is still undergoing surgery. She has a severe brain injury. Dean Mo said that the chance of waking up is almost zero, and even if she wakes up, she will probably only become a vegetative state."

"Snapped!"

A copy of Mo Shaochun's notebook in Ran Zijin's hand fell to the ground, and at the same time, the cell phone in He Yacheng's hand, who had just entered the door, also fell to the ground.

"Hu Die..." He Yacheng rubbed his forehead, walked up to the doctor, and suddenly smiled, but his face was full of tears, and his eyes were scarlet, "Doctor, your joke is not funny! It's not funny at all!" He shook his head desperately, grabbed the cuff of the doctor's white coat, "How can you make such a joke with me?" Suddenly he became furious, like a mad lion, grabbed the doctor's collar, and roared, "Hu Die will be fine! No! If you say anything about my Hu Die, I'll cut off your neck right now! Go and save me! Get lost!"

After finishing speaking, he pushed the doctor away, and the female doctor couldn't stand still and almost bumped into Mo Shaochun's desk. Ran Zijin quickly stretched out his hand to help her stand still.

Compared with He Yacheng's rage, Ran Zijin was not much better, his face was full of tears, his whole body was trembling, his eyes were full of despair and fear, his whole mood changed completely, he was in a trance, and his spirit was very wrong.

Leng Muxuan looked at the crazy He Yacheng, and before he could care about him, he hugged Ran Zijin directly, worrying and calming her nervously: "Zijin, don't be afraid, Hu Die will be fine, we have to trust Shaochun. Huh? Be obedient, be good, Let's wait for Hu Die to wake up together?"

Ran Zijin trembled, and opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say anything, but was held passively and stiffly by Leng Muxuan.

"Zijin, what's the matter with you? You can talk, say it, even a single word, okay?" Leng Muxuan hugged Ran Zijin distressedly, and rubbed her face with one hand, the cheeks were cold and her complexion was as paper. .

The doctor who came to report the situation saw Ran Zijin's condition, and kindly reminded: "Is she stimulated?"

"Nonsense!" Leng Muxuan answered the doctor coldly without raising his head.

The doctor was already frightened by He Yacheng, but now he saw that Leng Muxuan was more difficult to provoke than He Yacheng, so he obediently walked out of Mo Shaochun's office and went to the emergency room to accept the situation.

He Yacheng knelt on the ground with his head in his arms and wept bitterly. Ran Zijin's condition was getting worse and worse. Leng Muxuan hugged Ran Zijin without thinking too much and went out to find a quiet lounge for her to rest, so as not to be frightened by He Yacheng again.

Leng Muwan came later, and after knowing the situation, she took a deep breath silently, walked out of Mo Shaochun's office, stood at the door, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally dialed the number.

It took a long time for the phone to be picked up, but there was silence in the receiver, only a rustling sound could be heard, Leng Muwan didn't need to think to know that the person on the opposite side was not alone, and knew what they were doing.

"Mo Shaodu?" Leng Muwan called out cautiously, "Are you listening to the phone?"

"Yeah." A low, emotionless male voice came from over there, "If I accompany you home to act in a play, I don't have time this week, so we'll talk about it later."

"No, no." Leng Muwan's eyes turned red when she heard Mo Shaodu's words. She really regretted why she called him this way. Isn't this just asking for fun?

"Then I'll hang up if it's okay." Mo Shaochun leaned on the sofa with his mobile phone in his hands, and put his long and slender legs crossed on the coffee table in front of him.

"Yes." Leng Muwan thought for a while and decided that it would be better to say it, otherwise Mo Shao would have misunderstood her meaning again, thinking that she was so attached to him and how much she wanted him.

She sniffled before she said: "Hu Die had a serious car accident and is still being rescued. He Yacheng is in a bad mood and I can't take care of her alone. Come back and have a look. It's in Shaochun's hospital."

"Where's Mu Xuan?" Young Master Mo naturally knew that He Yacheng's new woman was Hu Die, and the Mo family and the Hu family were frequent contacts, so he knew Hu Die before He Yacheng, and he could be called a friend. Hu Die liked to call him Brother Shaodu.

He has always been used to Leng Muwan calling himself by his first and last name, which makes him feel very comfortable and free from pressure and burden.Except for him, Leng Muwan only called his close friends by their first names, which sounded very kind.

"Zijin is also injured. He can't take care of it. If you are busy, forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything. I'm sorry to disturb you, goodbye." Leng Muwan could hear some displeasure in Mo Shaodu's tone, so she hung up the phone .

She is the kind of person who looks a little silly, but has a clear heart and a very stubborn temper. Because she has read a lot, she still has a trace of the nobility of a scholar, so she can't tolerate her begging for help in such a humble manner.

Listening to the beeping sound on the phone, Mo Shaodu looked at the black screen of the phone, and then put the phone away a little uncomfortable and put it on the sofa beside him.

"Shaodu, what's the matter?" The woman next to Mo Shaodu stuck to his arm like an octopus, and asked slowly after seeing him put away his phone.

"It's okay." Mo Shao stared at his own toes on the coffee table, narrowing his eyes slightly, feeling a little displeased.

Leng Muwan cared too much about his friends. She had been married to him for three years, but she had never cared so much about him.

"It's fine." As the woman said, she stretched her neck and kissed Mo Shaodu's side face proactively.

They were almost about to have a French kiss just now, but they were interrupted by that annoying phone call.She knew that the call must be from Shaodu's wife, otherwise Shaodu would not answer the phone so slowly and talk about acting.

She knew that Shaodu and that Leng Muwan had no relationship at all, but the two often made appointments to have dinner at their parents' homes, and acted for each other's parents.

As soon as the woman's lips touched Mo Shaodu's cheek, he pushed her away irritably, stood up and said, "I'm leaving."

"Shaodu, where are you going?" The woman followed Mo Shaodu to the door and watched him put on his shoes.

After all, it was a weekend, and they had time to come back and rest, just drive back to the army at night, but he had to leave first, and it was after he answered the phone call from his wife in name, so how could she feel comfortable.

"See you, Shaochun." Mo Shaodu put on his shoes and socks, and left with his plain clothes coat.

When he arrived at the hospital, Leng Muwan was standing beside He Yacheng, who was in a trance, anxious and at a loss, while still communicating with the doctor who came to report the situation of the meeting, wishing to divide it into several people.

"He Yacheng! Sit down for me!" Mo Shaodu saw the decadent He Yacheng still kneeling on the ground, so he stepped forward and grabbed his collar, dragged him to the side chair and fell off.

(End of this chapter)