"Where's my son?"

Qin Jian pointed his finger in the direction of the operating room.

Ding Hong immediately walked forward.

"It's been six hours on the phone, and if you go in now, it's only going to kill your son in no time." Qin Jian looked at her coldly and didn't step forward to stop her.

Ding Hong stopped his feet and looked at Qin Jian, with irrepressible anger in his eyes.

Qin Jian met Ding Hong's gaze uncalmly, "Things have come to this point, it's better to wait with peace of mind." ”

"Why do I believe that a yellow-haired girl and Xiang Shaolong can save my son, and why should I hand over my son's life to you?"

"You can't get past me." Qin Jian's tone was flat, but what she said was so domineering that it was impossible to refute, she couldn't pass him, she couldn't protect herself, what did she use to snatch her son back?

Ding Hong took a deep breath, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that a rich young master in his twenties could have such unfathomable kung fu, no wonder Jiang Tiangan sent out more than seventy killers and wiped them out.

Qin Jian said lightly: "If you are tired of standing, you can sit casually, but if you want to drink tea, you have to pour it yourself." ”

"No, you don't." Ding Hong thought that her son was disemboweled, he didn't know life and death, and everyone was going crazy, staring straight at the closed door, eager to stare at the door, Qin Jian, she couldn't deal with it, and she couldn't break in.

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

Now, no matter how much she didn't want to, she could only wait outside the door.

Qin Jian and Ding Hong stopped talking, and time passed slowly.

Ding Hong was anxious, as if centuries had passed.

It was already dark, only the light from the room gave a glimmer of light in the corridor, Qin Jian crossed his arms, leaned lazily on the tree pole, and did not move.

****

The operating room was air-conditioned, but beads of sweat continued to ooze from Xiang Shaolong's forehead.

Mingjie is the deputy, and his hands are full of blood.

An Yin picked up a towel and wiped Xiang Shaolong's sweat.

Xiang Shaolong glanced at An Yin and tilted his head slightly to facilitate An Yin's wiping.

Finally the wound was stitched up.

An Yin had never undergone surgery, but looking at the electric waves of the electrocardiogram on the instrument, she also knew that the operation was successful, and smiled happily.

Xiang Shaolong did not move the child out of the operating room directly, but pushed into the observation room connected to the operating room, hung the medicine on the child, and then took out a small bottle, drew the needle medicine inside, and injected the child.

An Yin looked at the English letters on the small medicine bottle and her eyes widened in surprise, "Glybera? ”

Xiang Shaolong was a little surprised, this girl still knows glybera?

"It's not Glybera, it's a drug I developed myself, and the pharmacology is similar to Glybera, but the effect is much better than Glybera." Xiang Shaolong's tone was full of pride.

An Yin was even more surprised.

After she heard Ding Hong say that she wanted Glybera, on the way back to Xuanmen, she checked Glybera on the Internet and knew that it was a very expensive genetic drug.

And it is an orphan drug that is no longer produced, that is, with one less one, without knowing, how much is left in this world.

Maybe that's why the Sangyan couple will do anything for Glybera, she thought.

"What the hell is this kid sick about?" An Yin covered the child with a quilt.

"Genetic disease, it should be his father who has been playing with poison for many years, and the toxins accumulated in the body have caused the child's natural deficiency, and it is a miracle that the child can live until now."