Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Instead, he looked at the alcoholic who bowed his head to eat: "Is there really no way?"

What he asked was about Mr. Bai.

"What do you mean?" The drunkard replied.

You should ask the person next to you...

"..."

Bai Tang and Uncle Ming, who had brought a few well-known doctors from the hospital, returned to the hotel. After the examination, those doctors shook their heads, saying that they were not saved.

The injury was too serious, and various functions of the body had slowly stopped, and he could still live for up to three hours, even if Hua Tuo was alive, he would not be able to recover.

Bai Tang originally wanted to send people to the hospital, but the doctors all said it was unnecessary after the examination.

Even if he is sent to the hospital, he will not be rescued, and his condition is unknown now. It is better not to move around, so as not to aggravate the situation and die faster.

Besides, he is in such a bad situation now, so why bother to suffer this crime again.

Bai Tang sat on the chair next to the bed in despair, watching Bai Lao, who was slowly stiffening on the bed and his face was dead gray, holding his head in his hands, surrounded by helpless pain and fear.

Uncle Ming stood aside, very distressed.

The most painful thing is to watch one's relatives slowly die in front of him and become helpless.

Fifteen years ago, I watched my father die in front of me, my mother died of love, and fifteen years later I watched my grandfather die again...

Uncle Ming is really afraid of something wrong with his psychology.

"Don't be afraid, there is also Uncle Ming."

It was supposed to be comforting words, but Bai Tang felt even more uncomfortable.

Tears dripped to the ground unconvincingly, Bai Tang said nothing.

Uncle Ming stood quietly to the side, quietly accompanying him.

Wuyuan——

The drunkard took out the acupuncture bag from his medicine chest, took a few medicine bottles, and was about to leave when Tsing Yi opened the door and returned.

"Are you going out?" he asked.

"Ok."

"where to?"

"bar."

Bar, bar again...

"Can you...not go."

His hand is already unstable even with the needle, and if this continues, I'm afraid the situation will get worse.

Although he doesn't rely on this for food, if he really doesn't have this medical skill, he will definitely suffer to death by then.

Tsing Yi really wanted to know what had happened to him, and why he had to destroy his health and abilities with his own hands.

"I'll be back in a while." After the drunkard said this sentence, he walked around Tsing Yi and left.

Tsing Yi stood quietly at the door, listening to his fading footsteps, his expression dimmed.

The drunkard rushed to the hotel where Baitang was located, but did not find Baitang, but opened another room for himself, and then took out his mobile phone.

Not very skilled on the phone.

Soon, the scene of Bai Tang's room appeared on the screen.

Seeing Bai Tang sitting on the screen in pain and helplessness by the bed, the already heavy heart of the drunkard became even heavier.

There are still two hours, Wen Xiaoai, don't let me down.

Wuyuan——

Wen Xiaoai bit the bottle and sat on the bed in a daze holding a pink and white baby.

Jun Moyan opened the door and walked in. Seeing Wen Xiaoai still unhappy, his mood also worsened.

Go to the bed and sit down, take out a small box, and hand it to her.

Wen Xiaoai looked at the small box in his hand, removed the bottle, and asked, "What is this?"

"Look."

Wen Xiaoai reached out and took it, opened it, and his eyes lit up suddenly.

"My little bell."

"Ok."

"Finally fixed." Wen Xiaoai happily picked up her little bell and looked at it.