A man, two legs, a black shadow kept running wildly in the night.

Yan Murong was eager to save people, and he was running almost at his speed close to the limit, even when he was chasing rabbits on the mountain, he had never used such a fast speed. Originally, it took five minutes to drive, but it took him less than four minutes to get to the place.

When he ran into the hospital hall, he happened to see Su Qingwu pulling a doctor and talking about something, and the expression on his face was extremely excited.

"Doctor, you save people first, how did you become a doctor? I said I'd send money, how can you do that? ”

"You're not annoying." The middle-aged doctor said impatiently as he broke free from the arm that was held by Su Qingwu. "I've seen a lot of people like you, and you say it's good, but when we save people, you say you don't have any money. This is a hospital, not a welfare home. ”

"Dance, let him go." Yan Murong walked over quickly, looked at Su Qingwu and said, then turned his gaze to the rest area on the side of the hall.

On the chair in the rest area, the woman was placed on it by her old man, and the whole person didn't look angry, although Yan Murong had helped her stop the bleeding, but she didn't operate in time, her life was still being lost.

Yan Murong walked over with a gloomy face, grabbed the woman's wrist and touched the pulse, her face became even more gloomy, she turned her head, looked at the doctor who was still standing there, and said. "If you don't save it, I'll save it, find me a box of silver needles."

"Who are you?" The middle-aged doctor looked at Yan Murong with a hint of disdain in his eyes. "You're sick, if you want to have surgery, pay the money quickly."

Hearing the doctor's words, Yan Murong didn't say more, it was important to save people at this time, and he didn't have time to deal with him.

Standing up, Yan Murong walked in the direction of the pharmacy.

"Please, give me a box of silver needles." Knocking on the glass of the pharmacy, Yan Murong looked at a female doctor on duty inside and said.

"Xiao Fang, don't give it to him, this group of people seems to be sick, you call the police." The middle-aged doctor also followed, looked at the doctor on duty inside and said.

"Give me a box of silver needles." Yan Murong said again.

"Don't give it, call the police."

"I want a silver needle!"

"Call the police!"

So, Yan Murong turned around and left, came to the side and entered the door of the pharmacy, raised his foot, and kicked directly at the door.

"Bang

A loud noise echoed in the empty hall, and Yan Murong was like a demon, regardless of it, he still kicked the door one by one.

"Bang-"

Another loud bang came, and under Yan Murong's vigorous destruction, the security door that had been kicked out of the pits finally couldn't bear the pressure, and the door frame of Unicom fell down together.

Without any obstacles, Yan Murong walked into the pharmacy without saying a word, and at this time, the female doctor on duty in the pharmacy was already trembling with fright, and the two security guards who rushed outside also hid aside, took out the phone and began to call the police, not daring to come forward to negotiate with this violent guy who could kick the security door open.

The middle-aged doctor was also taken aback by Yan Murong's irritability, seeing that the door of the pharmacy had been kicked open, and knowing that he couldn't stop him, he simply hid to the side, picked up the phone and began to call the police.

After rummaging in the pharmacy for a while and finding a box of silver needles, Yan Murong ran out, pushed away the man who was holding the woman and crying bitterly, and put the woman flat on the ground, not caring about the difference between men and women, he directly tore the clothes on the woman's chest, and at the same time, one hand had already taken out four silver needles from the needle box, and with a shake of his wrist, the tip of the needle made a buzzing sound.

The needles fell from the hand, and the four silver needles sank into the woman's heart and lower abdomen respectively.

Yan Murong kept moving, and then, four silver needles were in the hand, and this time they stabbed at the woman's ribs.

After eight stitches, Yan Murong's palm was flat against the woman's chest, and soon, a burst of mist visible to the naked eye floated out from under his palm.

"Smack!"

Hands up, palms down!

Yan Murong slapped his palm on the woman's chest, and the four silver needles that had been submerged in the roots suddenly flicked upward.

"Smack!"

There was another soft sound, and most of the silver needles were already exposed.

After Yan Murong dropped his palm for the third time, the four silver needles popped out and fell to the ground, making a tinkling sound.

Yan Murong's face was flushed, and his forehead was sweating, and at this time, not only his palms, but even wisps of white mist appeared on the top of his head.

The eyes of the few people standing beside Yan Murong almost popped out. Su Qingwu was even more dumbfounded.

I have known this man for so long, and the days of marriage are not short, I only know that his medical skills are very high, but I have never seen such an unforgettable scene.

Could it be that he is an immortal? Su Qingwu even had such an idea.

Looking at the four silver needles that fell to the ground, Yan Murong's face became more and more ugly, and finally, he sat on the ground with a dejected face, and his face began to turn pale.

"Little brother, my wife?" The man leaned over, looked at Yan Murong and asked cautiously.

"I'm sorry."

Yan Murong's voice was a little hoarse, and he raised his head, his pale face was full of apologies. "I'm sorry, I can't save her, I'm sorry!"

"She-she's dead?" The man looked at Yan Murong in a daze and asked, when he saw Yan Murong nodding, he felt that his eyes were dark, and then he fell back straight.

"Duan Chenxu." Yan Murong shouted weakly.

"Master." Duan Chenxu walked over, squatted down, and asked in a low voice. "You have something to say."

Yan Murong took out a few red tickets from his pocket, stuffed them into Duan Chenxu's hand, and said. "When I came, I saw a hotel nearby and went to take him to rest."

"What about you?" Duan Chenxu took the money and asked.

"I'm fine, just rest for a while."

"That's good." Duan Chenxu nodded, bent down to pick up the man who had fainted, and beckoned the girl named Xiaoying, turned around and walked outside.

"Murong, what's wrong with you?" Su Qingwu walked over, squatted down, gently grabbed Yan Murong's arm, and looked at his pale cheeks, the look of worry was fully revealed.

"Two lives—" Yan Murong muttered as if he hadn't heard Su Qingwu's words. "Two lives are gone—I can't save her."

"Murong, you look at me." Su Qingwu was anxious, she had never seen Yan Murong like this, and shouted loudly. "It's not your fault, you've done your best, you're a doctor, you're not a god."

"How can you not blame me?" Yan Murong smiled, but that smile was extremely bleak. "If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have died."

"You can't be blamed for that." Su Qingwu continued to persuade. "If you want to blame these doctors, these doctors are too inhumane, she could have been saved."

"Yes, she could have been saved." Yan Murong stood up suddenly, a chill flashed in his eyes, and he took out the phone and dialed it.

"Yang Duo, no matter what reason you use, I want people, many people, to rush to Renji Hospital within twenty minutes!"

PS: There's another chapter to make up tomorrow.,It's thundering outside.,Just two days ago, I was struck by lightning on a monitor.,I really don't dare to bet.。