The nurse showed them the bullets and went back.

The door to the operating room was closed again, leaving only the ominous red light at the door.

In the cold air, only the intermittent gasping sound of Hua Rong seemed to be in extreme pain.

Fu Tingyuan thought to himself, Feng Jin really played a little big this time.

At three o'clock in the morning, the doctor issued a critical illness notice.

The bullet grazed his heart and finally got stuck between two ribs, but the injury was too serious and hurt his heart, and the probability of being able to save it was very small.

After Hua Rong listened, she didn't speak, just sat on the bench in a daze.

Although Luo Nanchu was not familiar with Feng Jin, he heard that Feng Jin might die in the operating room like this.

How so?

After experiencing the shadow of Tang Tian's death not long ago, she actually had another friend who was going to die.

Fu Tingyuan began to contact the famous surgical experts in the city of London.

When it was close to five o'clock in the morning, Fu Tingyuan asked someone to take Luo Nanchu back to rest.

Luo Nan wanted to stay with Hua Rong at first, but refused to leave.

"It's not going to help you stay here." The man's tone was light, "Huarong is here for me to take care of, think about waking up, you went out a few days ago and didn't accompany her for so long, and now that I go out with you again, she will be scared." ”

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She looked at Hua Rong, who was sitting on the side with her head propped up and couldn't see clearly, pursed her lips slightly, and said in a low voice, "Then I'll come over after a break." When the time comes, you go back and rest. ”

Fu Tingyuan raised his hand and touched her head, watching the bodyguard take her away.

He turned and walked over and sat down beside Hua Rong.

"Is there any smoke?"

The woman's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

Fu Tingyuan took out a lighter and a cigarette from his pocket and handed them to her.

Hua Rong lowered her head, put the cigarette to her lips, and trembled her hands to light the cigarette, but her fingers slipped and she couldn't use her strength, so she didn't light the lighter several times.

Fu Tingyuan sat beside her, and didn't move, watching her take a long time to light the cigarette.

"What's going on?" He asked, leaning back on the bench.

"I accidentally shot him."

"You?"

"He shoved the pistol into my hand." Hua Rong lowered his head and took a hard puff of cigarette, the whole person seemed to have just been fished out of the ice water, trembling uncontrollably, and even his voice trembled, "Ask me if I shoot him and he doesn't die, can I write it off." ”

Fu Tingyuan turned his head to look at her.

"You shot?"

"How could I possibly shoot?!" Hua Rong hugged her head and roared hoarsely, "How could I shoot him?!" - I'm not crazy! It's him crazy, Fu Tingyuan, he's really crazy! How could he risk his life to force me, how could he do this?! ”

Fu Tingyuan looked at her on the verge of collapse, and asked in a light tone, "So, have you thought about what to do next?" If he dies, then everything is really easy to do, and you can be regarded as an understanding of his bunch of. ”

Hua Rong hugged her head tightly, and her voice brought out a bit of crying: "-No." ”

She was so sad and mournful that even Fu Tingyuan couldn't keep calm and calm.

He looked at her, sighed softly, and sat beside her with one hand on the top of her hair.

"Don't be afraid. It's not going to die. He traded his life for a chance for himself, and if he really died like this, it means that he doesn't love you enough. - Do you think he loves you enough? ”