Billionair Husband Doted On His Substitute Wife

Zhang Han chose not to listen. He didn't listen. He threw off the doctor and rushed to the operating room. "You can't save her. I'll save her. Heaven and earth, she can't get rid of me!"

The attending doctor and nurse were frightened. Was the man crazy or stunned? He was not a doctor. How could he save it and what could he do?

Zhang Han's eyes were filled with terrible blood red. His eyes seemed to crack. He rushed directly to the operating room.

At this time, a dark voice came from behind, "Zhang Han!"

Zhang Han's footsteps suddenly stopped. He slowly turned around and saw Lin mo.

The boy stood in the dim light, a pair of Danfeng eyes staring at him coldly.

Zhang Han clenched his lips and smiled. He quickly ran to Lin Mo and was as happy as a child. "Brother in law, you finally came. Let's wake up your sister. Your sister is still alive. She's not dead. She won't die!"

Lin Mo looked at Zhang Han, his thin lips moved, and said word by word, "Why are you here?"

Zhang Han was immersed in his own world and didn't hear Lin Mo at all. He murmured, "brother-in-law, let's go in."

Lin Mo collected his handsome eyes. He didn't know why Zhang Han was here. His sister didn't say.

Zhang Han is here. How can my sister live?

He shouldn't have left his sister.

He shouldn't have gone on a spring outing.

Now I want to come to my sister on purpose. I deliberately support him away, and then I face Zhang Han alone and cut my wrists to commit suicide.

He left his sister four years ago, and four years later he left her again.

Wrong.

It's all his fault.

The huge pain and guilt flooded Lin Mo like a tide. The young man's eyes were slowly infected with the bloodthirsty setting sun, which made people shudder.

There was a small cart beside him. There was a scalpel on the cart, with a cold light on the blade.

Lin Mo stretched out his hand, picked up the knife and stabbed Zhang Han.

"Young master!" Zhang Han's men came and saved Zhang Han, but the blade crossed Zhang Han's arm and immediately pulled out a deep blood cut.

Blood flowed.

Ah!

Doctors, nurses and passers-by were screaming, "come on, someone has killed!"

When Lu Zhen hurried to the corridor, he saw the people fleeing around. Lin Mo was holding a knife in front, and the knife was dripping blood.

Lu Yu seemed unable to breathe.

Zhang Han was injured. The smell of blood stimulated his senses and made him recover a little. He pushed his men away. Without looking at Lin Mo, he turned and walked to the operating room.

Blood trickled all the way. He looked at the operating room in front of him and walked in step by step.

Lin Mo looked at Zhang Han and raised his feet to catch up.

As they got closer and closer, Lin Mo stabbed them in the back.

But the next second, a soft body pasted up from the back and hugged him tightly, "Lin Mo, don't!"

Lin Mo suddenly became stiff.

Zhang Han has entered the operating room.

Lu zhe held Lin Mo tightly, and then walked around in front of him. The young man's eyes were red. There were bloodthirsty cruelty inside. She stretched out her small hand and held his hand with the knife. His hand was cold. She coaxed in a soft voice, "Lin Mo, the knife is very dangerous. Let's put down the knife first."

Lin Mo didn't put it, so Lu Lu drew out a knife from his stiff fingers.

With a clatter, she dropped her knife on the ground.

"Lin Mo, it's all right. Relax. My sister will be fine." Lu zhe raised his small hand, stroked his handsome face, then held his head down and let him gently lean on her shoulder.