Love Report: My Dear Mr.Qin

The lights of the emergency room were still on, and the people sent by themselves were guarding the door.

Seeing Qin Yang's appearance, he immediately welcomed him, nodded slightly, and explained the current situation in concise language.

"Boss, Miss Su has been in for nearly minutes, and no one has come out!"

"Yes!"

He breathed out a long breath. Fortunately, the boss didn't punish himself. The entourage followed Qin Yang and stood closest to the emergency room.

Quietly looking at the dazzling light, I finally hung my head. Tall and straight figure cast a shadow in the light, just a lonely shadow.

The people behind did not dare to make a sound and observed the situation in front of them with their remaining light.

The Dean silently wiped the sweat on his forehead. He was tired and blamed the person who called the emergency call.

Why such a thing? If the woman in the emergency room doesn't wake up, will the hospital be over completely?

Qin Yang stared thoughtfully at the tip of his shoes, crossed his fingers on his knees, bent his back slightly, and sat on the bench above the hospital corridor.

The entourage who has been standing is a little tangled. I don't know what to say at this time?

I was about to speak, but suddenly I heard the boss.

"Later, you will pay attention to the trend of the police station, call the director and say that the person just arrested is suspected of intentional homicide. The object of intentional injury is the wife of the Qin group."

After thinking for a while, he continued.

"Also, this matter should be suppressed for the time being. Don't let the wind out."

Qin Yang, who calmed down, soon regained his senses. Without his previous love affair, he thought more of commercial interests.

For example, now, once the news of Su Mo's injury is released, the hospital will soon be surrounded.

Those reporters are all pervasive, the title of the party, taken out of context. He has seen the skills of these paparazzi. If they are used well, they can be a sharp blade. If they are not used well, they will be inserted into their stomach.

A fatal knife often comes from one's own people.

Hearing the boss's orders, the attendants nodded to ensure the completion of the task.

After watching outside all night, the dean and doctors were dismissed, and some people in black guarded the corridor.

Almost no mosquito could fly, and the lights in the emergency room were on all night.

At more than five o'clock in the morning, the dazzling light finally went out. A doctor came out wearing a mask. There were a few drops of blood on the blue uniform.

Get up immediately and walk forward.

The doctor took off his mask and looked at the man in front of him.

"Are you a family member of the patient?"

Listening to the doctor's tone, I should not know Su Mo and Qin Yang, but I'm a freak.

A little stunned, then nodded immediately.

"I'm her husband. How's she doing now?"

After staying in the emergency room for nearly seven hours, the doctor was tired between his eyebrows and eyes. Put the mask directly into your pocket and look up slowly.

"The patient's condition is very bad. She already has anemia and faints due to excessive blood loss! It's nothing, but some of her internal organs were damaged by the heavy trauma of external forces."

When I said this, I stopped and looked suspiciously.

"You won't be domestic violence against her, will you?"

"What are you talking about?"

The attendant on one side immediately stood up. Unexpectedly, someone said so about his boss. Do you want to die? The doctor was too bold and spoke too openly.

Qin Yang held out a hand and stopped his subordinates.

The smiling expression still couldn't hide the heartache, which had caused the injury of domestic violence. It can be seen how much pain the woman suffered last night.

What do good people do when they run back to Su's villa?

Clearly standing not far away from him, something that can be solved in a word, but... Refused to bow his head.

Such a temperament is as like as two peas, but she is not able to change her temper.

"Doctor, how is my wife? How long will it take to recover? I need you to save her at all costs and let her stand completely in front of me!"

The man's fierce momentum and the doctor's indifference just set off each other, but there is a bit of collocation in it.

The corners of his mouth aroused a smile and shook his head helplessly.

"If you knew today, why did you have to start!"

There was emptiness and helplessness to see through the world in his eyes. He answered the man's words immediately before his face became gloomy.

"Physical illness is only a small matter, but mental illness is a big problem! As doctors, we can save physical pain, but we can't cure mental injury! As long as you can afford money, I'm sure I can save your wife."

After thinking for a while, I recalled the corners of my lips.

"But whether she wants to wake up depends on fortune!"

The Dean came to the end of the corridor early in the morning, but he was blocked out by people in black and was not allowed to come in. He felt a trace of humiliation.

This is clearly their own hospital, but it was blocked outside. What does this mean? But no one in the room could stir up trouble, so they waited quietly.

Until the emergency doctor went out, the Dean immediately rushed to meet him.

"How? Can people be saved?"

The Dean looked like a dog leg. The doctor who had just fought with the patient's family was exhausted, waved his hand and shook his head.

Seeing these expressions and movements, the dean's heart cooled, his steps stopped and his eyes were dull.

"It's over, it's over, I'm over, the hospital is over, and everything is over!"

When the doctor who had already taken steps heard these words, he turned around and looked at the dean's trembling legs.

"Don't worry, Dean! How can something go wrong with me?"

What a domineering sentence. I dare to say such a sentence when my medical attainments reach the peak. No matter what kind of patients, as long as they are in his hands, the dead can survive.

As if he had reached his thigh, the Dean didn't hear the meaning of this sentence. He took a few seconds to react, and immediately followed him with a smile.

"Ah Yu! I knew you were capable. That's great. You are the Savior of all of us!" he changed his face and grabbed the clothes on the man's back.

Feeling the resistance, he Yu turned around and frowned at the dean.

"What are you doing?"

This medical skill has reached its peak, but it is always an arrogant nephew. The Dean hates and loves this nephew. It is a very complex feeling.

"Ah Yu, what did you mean by shaking your head and waving your hands just now? You're also deliberately scaring your uncle? Don't you know I have a heart disease?"

"Uncle, don't scare me with this sentence. I don't know how many kilograms you have? Don't say heart disease. Even if you have only one breath left, I can get you back from the Lord of hell!"

"Are you cursing me?"

"No!"

Helplessly spread his hand, realized that he had accidentally said the wrong thing, and hurried away.

"Uncle, I'm tired. Go and take a nap first! You'll just let someone go in and continue to give her liquid. Bye!"

Leaving only one figure, he waved carelessly and entered the corner.

The Dean shook his head reluctantly, looked at the back of the lively sunshine, and sighed that young people are good. Reached out to smooth the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, and then walked forward with his fork.

The hospital bed was pushed out of the emergency room and slowly passed by Qin Yang.