Sweetheart,Come Back!

"And my son?"

Qin Jian pointed to the direction of the operating room.

Ding Hong walked on at once.

"The operation has been going on for six hours. If you go in now, it will only kill your son immediately." Qin jianleng looked at her and did not stop her.

Ding Hongsheng stopped her feet and looked at Qin Jian. Her eyes were filled with anger.

Qin Jian is not calm to meet Ding Hong's eyes, "things have come to this step, it's better to wait at ease."

"How can I believe that a little girl and Xiang Shaolong can save my son, and how can I give you my son's life?"

"You can't pass me." Qin Jian's tone is flat, but her words are domineering, which makes people unable to refute. She can't pass him and can't keep herself. What can I do to get her son back?

Ding Hong took a deep breath. If she had not seen it with her own eyes, she would not have believed that a rich young master in her twenties could have such a profound Kung Fu. No wonder Jiang tiangan sent out more than 70 killers, and all of them were destroyed.

Qin Jian light way: "stand tired, sit casually, but want to drink tea, you have to pour yourself."

"No Ding Hong thought that her son was cut open and cut in the house. She didn't know whether she was alive or dead. People were going crazy. She kept staring at the closed door, and wished to keep the door away. Qin Jian, she couldn't deal with it, so she couldn't break in.

Moreover, although she loves her son, she knows that if her son is already in surgery, she will only kill him on the spot.

Now, no matter how much she does not want to, she can only wait outside the door.

Qin Jian and Ding Hong do not speak any more. Time goes by.

Ding Hong is so anxious that it seems that several centuries have passed.

It was already dark, and only the light from the room let a line of light in the corridor. Qin Jian held his arm and leaned lazily against the tree pole, motionless.

****

the operating room has air conditioning, but the sweat still seeps from Xiang Shaolong's forehead.

Mingjie is his deputy. His hands are full of blood.

An Yin picks up a towel and wipes sweat for Xiang Shaolong.

Xiang Shaolong takes a look at anyin and slightly turns his head to make it convenient for anyin to wipe.

At last the wound was closed.

Anyin did not have an operation, but looking at the electrocardiographic waves on the instrument, she also knew that the operation had been successful, and she laughed happily.

Instead of moving the child out of the operating room directly, Xiang Shaolong pushed the observation room connected to the operating room, hung up the liquid medicine for the child, and then took out a small bottle, took out the needle medicine inside, and injected the child.

An Yin looked at the English letters on the small medicine bottle and opened her eyes in surprise, "glybera?"

Xiang Shaolong is a little surprised. Does this girl know glybera?

"It's not glybera. It's my own drug. It's similar to glybera in pharmacology, but much better than glybera." Xiang Shaolong's tone is full of pride.

An Yin is more surprised.

After listening to Ding Hong's request for glybera, on her way back to Xuanmen, she checked glybera on the Internet and knew it was a very expensive genetic drug.

What's more, it's orphan medicine that is no longer produced. In other words, if you use one less, you don't know how much is left in the world.

She thought, perhaps because of this, the sangyan couple would do anything for glybera.

"What's the matter with the child?" Put on the quilt for the child.

"Genetic disease, should be his father playing with poison for years, the accumulated toxin in the body caused the child's natural deficiency, this child can live to now, is a miracle."