Fu Qingyan's narrow and sharp eyes pierced into his eyes like a long sword, and the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his tall nose were unusually cold.

The door closed, and Fu Qingyan glanced at the valuable watch on his wrist.

There is no obvious emotion on the surface.

—

Kwon Nai was walking on the side of the road, carrying the dishes he had prepared for Fu Qingyan in the evening.

She suddenly covered her heart, her eyebrows twisted into a Sichuan character, and her face couldn't help but turn white.

A thin sweat soon covered the girl's pale face.

Beep beep –

The honking of car horns was shrill and piercing.

Kwonnae turned back.

A white Cadillac.

Clean to the reflective glass, you can clearly see a woman in red with long hair in the driver's seat.

Glamorous red dress, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

The mouth shape seemed to say, Ji Jiaoyue, go to death.

Kwon Nai was weak, he wanted to call for help but couldn't shout, and turned sideways as if desperately.

A parabola glides through the air in a twisted arc.

The owner of the Cadillac fled.

The blood on the ground spread and bloomed like flowers.

There are more and more people around.

"Hurry up and call an ambulance! This is bleeding! ”

"Do you remember that license plate number? Hit-and-run! ”

"Hurry up and get the little girl to the hospital!"

It's just that no one notices that the corners of the girl's mouth, who is thought to have been unconscious for a long time, are slightly raised.

The pale lip color is even more terrifying.

It's like a possessed ...... Ghosts.

Fu Qingyan ran to the operating room like crazy, the white coat was not fully put on, and a few buttons on his chest were torn open.

The eyes that have not changed for thousands of years are gradually occupied by fear.

"Doctor Fu, you can't have this operation!" The male nurse stood in front of Fu Qingyan with a firm expression.

Fu Qingyan took a deep breath and straightened out his torn white coat to make himself look calm.

He couldn't control it...... His own hands trembled.

"Get out of the way."

The man's voice was steady, hiding his undetected panic.

The tails of the eyes are blood-stained red.

"I said get out of the way, I'm a doctor, I'm ......"

Liu Xuechen came over and pulled his arm, frowning, "Now is not the time to be rash, can you guarantee that your hands will not tremble?" Can you guarantee that Ji Jiaoyue is the same as others in your heart? You are responsible for her life! The director has gone in and prepared, you ......"

Fu Qingyan stabilized his emotions.

"I'm a doctor, and I know everything about Ji Jiaoyue."

"If at this life-and-death juncture, I don't want to put her life in the hands of others."

"And, I can."

Because I care, I have to be able to.

Fu Qingyan was trying his best to control himself and calm himself down.

Because only in this way can the moon be saved.

"Fu Qingyan, is now the time for you to lose your temper? The level of the director is not worse than yours, and ......"

"Get out of the way."

His voice trembled, and at the same time he was indifferent to the bone.

In the end, Fu Qingyan still went in.

For the first time, the director made an assistive call.

The lights in the operating room are on.

People outside the operating room, clenching their fists.

No one can be more focused than Fu Qingyan, and no one can be more scared than Fu Qingyan.

Minute by minute.

The hands on the clock crawled with difficulty.

Finally, the operating light went out.

—

Fu Qingyan stayed beside the people on the hospital bed.

The face is haggard, not much better than the person in the bed.

He clutched her hand tightly, as if he were about to grow old.

Can't afford to lose her.

Fu Qingyan put Quan Nai's hand on his face, without a trace of a gap.

Don't sleep, good.