Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Cough -" the doctor's eyes almost turned white

"Young master..." Ma Zi tried to awaken Dongfang Shijin's reason, but now Dongfang Shijin was arrogant, and no one could stop him

"Young master, if you go on like this, Dr. Zhang will die... How can miss Ye wake up..." the horse said anxiously. All the more than a dozen doctors around were frightened and shrank in the corner. The atmosphere was afraid to breathe

The cold sight of Dongfang Shijin Sen seemed to be a sharp weapon. He slashed the horse and swept the doctors around there

These days, although Dongfang Shijin will continue to get sick, he has always been here

At the beginning, some doctors hopefully treated Ye Qingcheng's wound and prepared the medicine, but once Ye Qingcheng didn't wake up... These doctors lost one person a day, two people a day and three people a day

They didn't dare to ask. Every day, they watched the bodyguard in black break in and take out the doctor who treated Ye Qingcheng yesterday but didn't wake her up. The doctors were frightened and knew what they knew

The Oriental world brocade is like a fire breathing dragon. Those eyes seem to be the most terrible hell in the world

Ma Zai followed him for so many years, and it was the first time he saw the look of Dongfang Shijin. His eyes were cold, cruel and devoid of humanity

No feelings at all.

Only empty, even deep pain

When he heard what the horse said, how could miss Ye wake up? He suddenly released his hand holding the doctor's collar. The doctor fell down, held his neck with his hand and coughed hard

Dongfang Shijin stayed for a second and suddenly caught the doctor again. With a fierce voice, "save her! Save her now... Or you'll die now!"

"Yes... I'm going, I'm going..." Doctor Zhang was frightened by Dongfang Shijin. He immediately got up from the ground and took his medicine box to check Ye Qingcheng.

Dongfang Shijin stood there, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, but his current image looked a little bleak.

The doctors huddled in a corner.

"Young master, please sit down and have a rest..." looking at the blood stains on the lips of Dongfang Shijin and some new bright red marks on his shirt, Ma Zi can also know that Dongfang Shijin must have been ill just now

Dongfang Shijin's tall body shook slightly. He vigorously supported his forehead with one hand to stabilize his vision that was gradually becoming ethereal. Seeing this, Ma Zi didn't wait for Dongfang Shijin to answer. He helped Dongfang Shijin sit down in the large sofa next to him

"Cough..." Dongfang Shijin coughed hard. The horse immediately handed him a paper towel. There was a small pool of blood on the white paper towel.

The horse's heart was suddenly not a taste.

"Did I do it wrong?"

The voice of Dongfang Shijin was weak. He coughed and his sight was blurred. He looked at the big bed in front of him, and the scarlet curtain hung down blurred Ye Qingcheng's figure. She lay there, lifeless, and her long hair became a little boring.

Her face was abnormally white.

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