Lu Jinyan rushed over as soon as he received the news.

Three steps and two steps up the stairs, full of anxiety and worry.

Seeing Han Qi, who was dressed in black and pacing back and forth outside the door, he asked, "Old Han, let me ask you, how did the third brother get shot!" ”

Han Qi stared at the closed door of the room, his expression of worry undiminished.

There was silence for a long time, but what he said was an unrelated sentence.

"Bai Ze is dead."

"Dead ...... Finish! ”

Lu Jinyan was also shocked, he finally got some clues, could it be that he was so broken? !

"No—" Lu Jinyan remembered something and asserted, "You went to the Presidential Palace!" ”

Han Qi didn't speak, but a trace of chagrin and self-blame crossed his eyes.

Lu Jinyan knew that he had guessed right when he looked at him like that.

So the third brother's injury was suffered in the presidential palace.

Damn the surname Xiao!

Regardless of whether he fired that shot or not, the new and old accounts will all be returned to him one day!

After the anger passed, the feelings of worry and anxiety came back to the ground.

"Third brother's injury, is it serious?"

Han Qi's gaze fell on the closed door again, and his voice was still heavy: "I was shot in the abdomen, but fortunately, I didn't hurt the vital point, and Song Cong'an operated on the third brother inside." ”

Lu Jinyan's face looked a little better, but the whole hanging heart couldn't be put down.

The two of them didn't say a word, just waited outside the door.

It wasn't until two hours later that there was a slight sound of the door locking ringing.

Almost simultaneously, they looked at the man who had walked out of the door.

"How is the third brother?!"

After a few hours of waiting, Lu Jinyan was already very anxious.

Even though Lao Han said just now that the shot did not hurt the vital point, he still couldn't stop worrying.

Song Cong'an, who was dressed in a sterile suit, walked out and took off his mask.

"I'm doing the surgery myself, what do you say?"

Raising his hand and pressing his eyebrows, he was slightly tired and sleepy, and walked upstairs to the room.

Someone stopped him faster.

Song Cong'an looked at Han Qi casually: "What, are you also injured?" ”

Han Qi was about to speak, but Lu Jinyan's voice sounded faster.

"Where are you going?!"

"Naturally, go to sleep." Song Cong'an replied as a matter of course.

When he received Han Qi's call, he had just finished a fifteen-hour operation, and he drove over to perform another few hours of surgery, unloading the highly tense nerves, and at this moment he just wanted to fall asleep.

"Song Cong'an! As soon as the operation is over, you, the doctor, will leave, in case the third brother-"

Lu Jinyan suddenly stopped.

Bah, bah, the third brother will not have anything.

"I was just shot, and I didn't hurt important organs at all, besides...... He'd suffered more serious injuries before. This is just a small injury. ”

Song crossed Han Qi from An Jing and walked towards the room upstairs.

He is in dire need of sleep right now.

"By the way, the effect of the anesthetic has not passed, and it will be eight hours before I wake up."

Hearing Song Cong'an's fluttering words, Lu Jinyan wanted to arrest him back, but was stopped by Han Qi.

Lu Jin's tone of speech was not good: "Old Han, what do you mean?" ”

This guy didn't stop Song Cong'an, stop him?

"Let him rest well." Han Qi said.

He knew that Song Cong'an had just finished an operation before he came, and with his medical skills, there could be no problems.

Calmed down, Lu Jinyan didn't speak, turned around and walked into the room to see how the third brother's injuries were.

Han Qi opened his legs and followed.