Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

The doctor trembled with fright. "Er... Now we have to deal with the wound in an emergency. When the wound is a little better, we can operate again. Although it will be painful, we can recover in this way. However, the recovery period is relatively long, and it is likely to leave sequelae. Mr. Gu, I suggest that you consider whether to have another operation. "

Gu Beihua suddenly raised his leg and stamped his foot on the floor. With a bang, it exploded like thunder on the ground. He moved his foot to reveal the tobacco whose sole had been crushed to ashes. After a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "do it."

After putting down the word, he took a deep breath, rolled out a few muddy syllables from his throat, "with the best medicine, before I come back, be sure to stabilize her mood."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving behind the operating room with the red words "in operation" and the people in it.

On the way back, Gu Beihua was holding the steering wheel, his face gloomy and frightening.

Why did Tan Jing suddenly move? Did Dr. Mingming say that she had been given an overdose of anesthesia and that it would take some time to adjust? How now she can not only move, but also make Qu Qingchen like this!

This series of problems in Gu Beihua's mind whirled back and forth, like a group of flies. The noise made him uneasy, and his hand strength increased a lot unconsciously, almost pinching the steering wheel out of shape.

At the thought of Qu Qingchen's bloody face, he couldn't calm down. He drove all the way to the hotel and ran into the elevator like the wind. It took less than two minutes from parking to kicking the door to the wall.

Tan Jing still kept the posture of the two bodyguards when they left. She lay still on the bed, and her eyes were flat, like two pools. Even if she threw a second kick into them, she would not stir up any ripples. Her hands were roughly tied behind her. The blood on her fingertips had already dried up, and the snow-white sheets were dotted with blood spots of different sizes.

Gu Beihua angrily threw the door back and strode toward the bed. Looking at Tan Jing's smooth and delicate face, Gu Beihua's throat surged with a smell of fishy sweetness.

He reached for Tan Jing's collar and yelled, "are you crazy! Who gave you the courage? Let you dare to hurt chen'er like this

Tan Jing's expression was dull and numb. She couldn't seem to hear his angry roar at all. She just tilted her head, and her eyes didn't focus. She was staring at a place in the air in a daze.

Gu Beihua saw that she didn't speak, didn't struggle, and didn't even show any fear. Immediately, he was angry and ran up to his forehead. He crawled along the blood vessels until he stirred up all the green veins in his forehead.

This indescribable sense of oppression and anger intertwined, just like a solid iron fist on cotton. Although it didn't hurt, it was enough for a long time.

He screwed up his eyebrows, and the muscles on his cheek were tense. Next to his towering cheekbones was a pair of eyes that were extremely wide open. "Speak! Answer my question

Tan Jing tilted her head and showed a pale and strange smile. "Gu Beihua, you will regret it."

"What do you call me?" Gu Beihua was stunned for a moment and incredulously increased his strength.

Over the years, no matter what he did to Tan Jing or what he ordered her to do, the woman never seemed to be angry. She always wore a sweet and greasy smile and then completed the task cleverly. Even if he was in a bad mood sometimes and took her out, she would not show any unhappiness. At most, she would ask for mercy in a soft voice.

Is there such a side to the little puppet who has been around for so many years?