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After helping Yang Xue to the wheelchair and sitting down, Xiao Xiang pushed her out of the door with Mu Zichuan.

Just out of the ward, more than a dozen men in black suits in the corridor looked at Mu Zichuan and called in unison: "Mr. mu."

Muzichuan did not pay attention to them, and Xiao Xiang went on to the elevator.

Even if he doesn't say it, Xiao Xiang and Yang Xue understand it.

Today, there is no blame for sending more people here to guard.

When they came out of the elevator, they saw Ma vigorously guarding the operating room not far away, and the light on the door of the operating room was still on.

Mu Zichuan and Xiao Xiang look at each other. Then they push Yang Xue, who is already nervous and falls on the handle of the wheelchair, to walk toward the direction of the operating room.

"Auntie." Seeing them coming, Ma Dali immediately stood up from the bench and called.

Yang Xue just nodded, and her eyes were locked on the lamp on the door of the operating room.

Looking at the "operation" that three words, Leng Leng to hair daze.

After standing there for a long time, Mu Zichuan came to Xiao Xiang and whispered.

"Look at your aunt first. I have something else to ask Dali. I'll be back soon."

Xiao Xiang nodded and said nothing more.

Muzichuan took a look at Ma Dali, then turned and walked to the elevator.

Ma Dali understood and immediately followed.

Knowing that Mr. Mu had something to say to Mr. Ma, the dozen brothers nodded respectfully at them.

The brother who took the lead glanced at the brother behind him, and everyone went in the direction of Xiao Xiang's mother and daughter.

Seeing that they were there, muzichuan took his eyes back and looked at Ma Dali.

"How are things going?"

"Don't worry, Mr. mu. Everyone has been taken back."

Ma Dali was about to say something, but he didn't want to. At this time, his mobile phone suddenly rang.

"Mr. mu, I'll take a call first."

Mu Zichuan nodded and did not speak.

Connect the phone, don't know what the other party said, Ma Dali face immediately sink down.

"Don't touch the bodies yet. I'll arrange everything."

Light said a, Ma Dali will end the short call.

Looking up at muzichuan, Ma Dali's eyes raised a little uneasy: "just caught back those people, all died."

Muzichuan's ten finger placket, a pair of cloud eyes dark dunqi.

At this time, not far from Xiao Qingjiang operating room, suddenly came a surge.

The door of the operating room was opened, and then Xiao Qingjiang's attending doctor came out with a report.

"Save the body. We'll talk about the rest later."

Come on, muzichuan took the lead to return to the operating room, but after a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

"It's not too early for people to go outside and pack a few boxed meals."

"Yes, Mr. mu."

After receiving the order, Ma Dali turns around and disappears in the elevator.

"Who are the family members of the patients?" After looking at the examination report, the attending doctor glanced at everyone and asked as a rule.

"I am, I am his wife." Sitting in a wheelchair, Yang Xue immediately responded.

"How is my husband now? Can we go in and see him? "

"Don't worry, lady. Please listen to me first."

Yang Xue nodded and stopped talking.

In fact, I don't blame her. Seeing that Xiao Qingjiang was chopped, I don't know his situation now. It's natural to be anxious.

If Xiao Qingjiang had not dodged in time at that time, he was afraid that the knife would have been cut directly from his head.

However, the attending doctors seem to be used to it. The families waiting here usually behave like this.

Looking at the report again, the attending doctor obviously felt a little sorry.

"The operation has been done. It's going well."

"It's just that the wound was too deep and cut off many nerves of the patient. I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? Doctor, what's the matter with my husband? "

Even if he had been holding ten fingers tightly and forced himself not to be excited, Yang Xueshi could not sit still at this moment.

"I'm afraid the patient won't wake up for the time being."

What do you mean you can't wake up? When will he wake up? "

"It may be today, tomorrow, or a month or a year, depending on the patient's willpower."

After hearing this, Yang Xue's body, which had no strength, softened again.

I can't wake up Is that going to be a vegetable?

"Mom, don't worry too much. The doctor said maybe, maybe dad will wake up in a few days."See Yang Xue a fall shape of appearance, Xiao Xiang a heart also was suddenly pulled.

I forgot the past, so I don't really feel deep about Xiao Qingjiang now.

To accept him is also to hope that my mother can live happily in the future. After all, she is also old.

"The patient has now been transferred to the intensive care unit. You can come and see him."

"But I can only see it through the glass door outside, and I can only go back to the ordinary ward tomorrow."

"I'll go back to the office first. If you have any questions, you can come to me directly."

"Thank you, Dr. Liu."

Yang Xue's heart is in a mess now, but there is still some basic politeness.

If the general person, as long as the family into the intensive care unit, I'm afraid even see him a chance.

This time the doctor can let them have a look, I'm afraid it's also the credit of Mu Zichuan.

However, whether Xiao Xiang or Yang Xue, they have no mind to think about these things at this time.

The doctor nodded politely to them and then turned back to the operating room.

Looking at the door closed again, it took Yang xueleng almost half a minute to recover.

"Xiangxiang, let's go and see your father now."

Subconsciously want to get out of the wheelchair, but, and just like that, Yang Xue legs are still not standing.

"Mom, sit down and I'll push you."

Yang Xue nodded, no focus of vision fell in front, do not know what is thinking at this moment.

Xiao Xiang looked at muzichuan, who had already come to his side, with complicated eyes.

However, she didn't say much. She pushed the wheelchair and went to the elevator.

When they came to the corridor outside Xiao Qingjiang's intensive care unit, through the glass door, they saw that he was covered with pipes, and even with an oxygen mask.

People are still dizzy, leaving only the bedside ECG monitor with weak fluctuations.

Even from here, the distance is still a little far.

However, Yang Xue can still vaguely see Xiao Qingjiang lying quietly on the hospital bed with a pale face.

Why did he suffer so much? First of all, amputation, and now still face the possibility of paralysis