Sweet trap: President, Let Me Go!

Loe first came forward and grabbed the little nurse's arm. "What's going on inside?"

"Mr. Mu suddenly bleeds, and the blood bag in it is not enough..." she broke free from Leo's clamp and hurried to the blood bank.

That remark was like a thunderclap in everyone's mind. Moon even had weak limbs and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Han Ze helped her.

Song Yunqing also stepped back, his hand against the wall on his back, and his face changed slightly.

The red light of "operation" in front of me suddenly became particularly dazzling.

But somehow, she still had no reason to settle down. She always felt that Mu Xichen would not leave her like this, and God would not do this to her.

Massive bleeding is not a big problem in ordinary surgery. The main blood is sufficient, and nothing can not be solved.

That's the problem.

The little nurse ran back in a panic, and there was no blood bag in her hand.

The worst happened. Song muzhe's face was as black as the bottom of the pot.

"Who are your families? The patient needs blood transfusion, or rare panda blood. The blood bank is in an emergency. Who can donate blood? "

Looking at the anxious face of the little nurse, everyone looked at each other.

Although most of the people here are related by blood to Mu Xichen, Mu Xichen is a rare blood type. If the blood type is not qualified, few of the rest meet the conditions for blood donation.

But there was no time to think about it. No matter whether it could be appropriate or not, everyone rushed to the blood donation center.

"Use mine, use mine, I am type O blood..."

"I don't know my blood type. Check mine first..."

Looking at the crowd you crowded with me, song muzhe looked up and glanced at the people around him. "Listen to me, I know everyone is worried, but Dad's blood type is special and the situation is urgent. We'd better solve it as soon as possible. Moom, Fengfeng and peipeidu come with me."

The result came out soon. His blood type didn't match.

Moom's health is not very good these years. Taking blood has done too much harm to her body, and she also took medicine.

As for Peipei... He went drinking again last night.

Song muzhe felt very headache. Those present here either drank or took medicine. It's really difficult to find a good candidate.

"Brother, i..." song mupei lowered his head with guilt. He drank a little yesterday. He didn't expect to delay things today.

Just when everyone was in a mess, song Mufeng didn't know where to run back in a hurry.

"It's saved, it's saved. A little nurse matched her blood type and donated blood. It's said that she donated a lot, which is enough to save her father." Song Mufeng spoke excitedly.

The news one after another hit the people's heads. The ability of gasping for breath made everyone feel like flying up and down on a roller coaster.

"Great!" A moom looked up with the help of Han Ze, with tears in his eyes.

Yunqing also listened to this. A heart quietly put down in her chest. She knew

Seeing that the situation was finally under control, song muzhe breathed a sigh of relief.

A moom dried his tears, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "Leo, it's hard."

She looked at Song muzhe's busy since he took over the company. Step by step, she took down the elders of the company and broke those who didn't agree with him. The burden of the family can be said to be all on the brother.

"No big or small."

Song muzhe took ah moom's hand and took her back. He mercilessly threw her to Han Ze. He couldn't see the tension on his body just now.

The operation finally ended in danger.

After Mu Xichen was transferred from ICU to the general ward, song muzhe finally advised song Yunqing to go home and have a rest.

"Feng Feng, which little nurse do you mean by blood donation?" Then, he asked someone to buy some things to carry in his hand, all of which are valuable supplements. He should thank the nurse well.

"Ah? I didn't notice. I got a ponytail. It seems that angels in white wear the same clothes. What do you want me to say... "

However, after hearing this, song Mufeng found that he didn't know who his father's life-saving benefactor was. He looked at Leo awkwardly. He was going to donate blood to save his life, not to see beautiful women. How could he pay so much attention.

Song muzhe's face sank and he began to scold him for not knowing how to thank others for saving his life.

"Ah! It's her! " For a moment, song Mufeng suddenly caught a glimpse of a white miracle doctor and a beautiful melon seed face. At this time, he looked a little pale. There was a small mole under the corner of his eye. It was the nurse he met yesterday.

Sure enough, it's an angel in white. Help the benefactor!

As soon as song muzhe looked back, he forcibly swallowed the reprimand and strode towards the nurse with a cold hum.

Chasing the nurse to the stairwell, he collided head-on with someone as soon as he turned the corner.

When he felt a pain in his chest and bowed his head, song muzhe found a small man sitting on the ground, rubbing his forehead and muttering in a low voice.

"Sorry." Song muzhe quickly stretched out his hand with a mellow voice.

As soon as he lowered his head, he didn't expect that what came into sight was the little nurse's face. He was stunned.

"Qiao, yes."

"Do you know me?" The little nurse stood up, patted her clothes and stared at Song muzhe for a while. The light was too dark to see clearly.

"I don't know. I came after you. I was just looking for you..."

Song muzhe smiled and stuffed the things in his hand into the little nurse's arms. "Thank you for saving my father yesterday. Take this. If you can help, just mention it. I will try my best."

"Thank you." The little nurse took it and smiled.

"Jiasi! The director told you to hurry! " Before she could speak, a cry came from the upper stairs and interrupted her.

She quickly shook her head at Song muzhe and pushed things back. "No, it's all what I should do. I'll go first if I have something else to do."

Then he ran upstairs.

It seems that song muzhe has something else to do. Song muzhe is really a dedicated girl.

As he turned to walk out of the stairwell, he found a small reflective object.

There was a slight noise during the collision just now. It must be the sound made by the little thing falling to the ground.

There is nothing missing from him. It seems that the little nurse left it.

He bent down and picked it up. It was a ring.

"What a loss." Song muzhe whispered and walked out of the stairwell, thinking of finding a chance to return the ring.

In the bright light, he inadvertently looked down at the ring again and was stunned in situ.

This is just a simple plain ring. It is a style that most girls will not choose. What really attracts song muzhe's attention is several nicks in the plain ring.

Recalling the storm, song muzhe seemed to go back to the night five years ago.