Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

But with the bell in his pocket, it was like a rooster crowing. He had no choice but to take a look at it. Mu Yunshen's number on the screen was beating like an explosion.

He was stunned for a moment and frowned involuntarily.

Mu Yunshen seldom calls him with his own number in such a hurry. If there is anything, he usually condescends to send him a short message, which is basically no more than 20 words.

A serial call like this has never been treated like this.

He quickly picked it up and called "big brother" in his ear.

Then Su Xiaoyu saw the smile on his face disappear, his wrist softened for a moment, and his mobile phone fell to the ground with a "clang".

In the hospital.

The red fluorescent light on the door of the rescue room is bright, and the big words "in rescue" indicate that some kind of life and death rescue is being carried out in this room.

It is the contest between life and death, the struggle between materialism and idealism, and the speed of life and death between human beings and the God of death.

Mu Yunshen stood at the door of the operating room, standing straight, his hands tightly clenched into fists where no one could see him. The blue veins on the back of his hands twisted and floated under a thin layer of flesh, like a terrible dragon.

A doctor came out of the next ward and nodded to Mu Yunshen. He pulled the mask aside with his backhand. Without much nonsense, he directly cut into the theme, "the patient just passed out because she was too scared. We have done a general examination for her. It's not a big problem. We can wake up after a period of rest."

"Thank you." Mu Yunshen said difficultly, "is there nothing wrong with her health?"

The doctor shook his head. "The old people are more or less unhealthy and have high blood pressure, but it's not very serious. Just look back and pay more attention. Usually, try to make her less stimulated."

"That..." Mu Yun deeply clenched his fist, and his throat hurt badly, just like swallowing a burning flame.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva quietly. He never felt that his legs and feet were so soft

The doctor followed his eyes to the operating room in front of him, coughed gently, lowered his voice a little, and said, "we will try our best."

This saying is neither cold nor hot, and mu Yunshen is short of it. He tastes twelve points of fright.

Generally, as long as you hear such words in the hospital, mu Yunshen knows what it means.

At this time, from behind him came a fiery roar, "big brother!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Mu Yun's heart suddenly tightened, and the green veins of his forehead suddenly burst up.

But even under such circumstances, he did not forget some of the most basic things.

He gave the doctor a simple nod, took a deep breath, waved his hand and said, "thank you."

The doctor didn't say much. He put on the mask again and left in a hurry. The corner of his white coat quickly disappeared around the corner.

Xiao Jingye is still wrapped in his engagement dress. The bow tie has been torn off and pinched in his palm. Most of the buttons on his shirt collar have been untied, and the warm wind is open outside.

As soon as he got to his feet, he crackled, "what's the matter, my dad? And my mother. Where's my mother? "

Mu Yunshen looked back at him deeply and didn't speak.

Su Xiaoyu runs over with her skirt, her face is full of sweat, and most of the makeup she painted in the morning has already fainted.

Xiao Jingye turns around the dark clouds on mu Yunshen's face, and his eyes fall on the door of the emergency room behind him. His calf, which has always been as solid as steel, suddenly softens.

He took a step back, reached out and grasped one side of the wall. His fingers were strong, but his words trembled and almost did not take shape. "Brother... My father, my father, he..."

Mu Yunshen came over and changed his usual joking tone. His cold voice mixed with the heavy weight that he couldn't suppress. "I'm still in the operation. I'll wait and see."

"How can it be like this..." Xiao Jingye looked at him blankly, hands and feet all hanging on the trunk at a loss, "what's the matter? I haven't been at home for a while. What's the matter? What's the matter with my dad? "