"What do you mean? What does it mean to do your best? That nice voice suddenly shouted out irritably: "Try your best, can you still be saved?" ”

Several doctors were yelled at by Jin Yang and took a step back.

"As long as she has a breath, you will rescue me!"

"I tell you, believe it or not, if you let her die again, I will let you get out of the hospital on the spot, I promise, from now on, you guys, don't want to mix in the medical circle!"

Jin Yang scolded while continuing to pick his neckline, obviously it was a late autumn night, but he felt a cold sweat all over his body.

What does it mean to do your best?

In his life, he thought that he had experienced a lot of thrilling things and a lot of tormenting things, no matter which one he had, he could come over with the calmest posture.

But now, he found that doing his best with these three words was the most lethal weapon on shijie, shattering all his shijie and faith.

In the past six years, he has lived in a mixture of hatred and love for her, and he wants to make himself resent her, but he loves her even more.

He knew that he was destined to lose her in his life.

However, he never knew how far he could not afford to lose her!

Now, he was given the answer.

Losing him is like losing all shijie!

He can't give her all shijie, but he can give her his full shijie, and if he can, he really wants to use all the shijie he has now in exchange for her being safe and sound.

I tried my best to be cruel...... In a word, overthrew his entire heaven and earth.

Hehe, what a joke, what a broken answer!

Was this to tell him that after so many hours of worry, Zuihou had come to worry about him?

Lin Shen is hopeless, how can he die?

He will never allow it!

The instrument that tests the heartbeat still emits a dripping alarm sound, indicating that Lin Shen, who is lying on the bed, is gradually decreasing his vitality.

Jin Yang turned his head sideways, glanced at the instrument, and found that a small half-undulating heartbeat line had become a straight line, and the remaining lines that were originally undulating were also slowly turning into a straight line.

Jin Yang's hand suddenly clenched into a fist, he looked at it sharply and took two steps, raised his foot, kicked the instrument fiercely, kicked the instrument directly from the table to the ground, and fell crookedly.

I don't know if it's because he was too panicked, or he couldn't accept such a reality, his breath became extraordinarily heavy, his eyes turned blood-red, he turned his head and stared at the doctors, a fierce and cruel light appeared in his eyes, his hands were clenched into fists, and the knuckles of his fingers were full of sound because of the force, his face was as heavy as water, and his beautiful face was floating with a faint grief that was close to collapse, and when he said it, his voice was extremely calm: "I don't accept such a result, cure her for me." ”

His voice was hoarse and sexy, but it was so tough that no one could resist it.

His gaze swept over the doctors in front of him one by one, seeing that they were stunned and not moving, he raised his foot, kicked the instrument on the ground again, and shouted again: