281: The Third Young Master of the Morris Group (8)

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Murong Che had already taken a few steps out, he paused and turned around: "What's the matter?" ”

Xia Tong stood in front of him and asked softly, "I want to know, how is the patient with chronic disorder anemia?" Did the surgery go well? ”

Murong Che pondered for a moment, although there are many leukemia patients waiting for bone marrow transplants, the probability of bone marrow matching has always been very small, and there are not many people who can be lucky enough to find a donor.

In the last month, the hematology department has performed only one bone marrow transplant, and the patient is the son of a bank executive, so Murong Che has an impression of this.

"Oh, that patient ......," he nodded, and told her the details.

Xia Tong listened very carefully, after all, he was the first patient to follow after entering the hospital, and he was already very concerned, and when he heard that it was okay, he was naturally happy, and he couldn't help nodding and smiling frequently.

However, Murong Che couldn't laugh at it, he felt that the longer he spoke, the more frightened he became, because from the moment Xia Tong chased after him and asked, a sharp eye swept over.

His gaze was like a sharp sword, glaring at him like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

He knew that it was Night Thunder, and he felt that if he stayed any longer, his body would be stared through and become a hornet's nest!

"Doctor Xia, go first." Murong Che didn't dare to stay any longer, said hello, turned around and walked into the elevator.

Xia Tong stared at his figure disappearing, not realizing that it was unusual, and when he turned around, he saw that Lie Ying and Wei Liang on the side were both bowing their heads, and the atmosphere was also a little depressed.

Looking at Ye Tingjue's black handsome face, he frowned: This man, who provoked him? A mountain rain is coming!

She walked over, looked at him with her head held high, and asked, "Can I go back to work at the hospital?" ”

Night Thunder Jue's sword eyebrows tightened, and when he heard this, his face seemed to be even darker, and he said coldly: "I can't afford to raise you?" ”

It's that sentence again!

Xia Tong pursed his lips, seeing that he was in a displeased mood, and wanted to ask what was wrong, but when he heard his cold tone, the words he came out of his mouth were also blunt nAd1 (

"It's not a question of whether you can afford it, you know I didn't go to the hospital to work for money!"

Ye Tingjue didn't speak, he always had a cold handsome face, he suddenly grabbed her wrist, hugged her and walked to the sixth floor.

Xia Tong didn't know why, he struggled hard, and didn't forget to continue, "Ye Tingjue, how do you want to let me go to the hospital?" ”

Looking at his non-talkative expression, I also knew that he would not agree.

Night Thunderlord tightened his arms and didn't make a sound, his resolute and good-looking jaw tightened, and the cold air was overwhelming.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xia Tong felt a little angry in his heart, and he didn't want to go any further.

Ye Tingjue lowered his head, looked at the woman's stubborn little face, and was silent for only a moment, and then couldn't help but hug her.

"Night Thunder Lord! ......" Xia Tong was anxious, and he didn't know where to provoke him, and suddenly this cold appearance, "You let me down, let me down!" ”

Nightshade was indifferent, didn't lift his eyelids, and strode up the stairs.

"Night Thunder Lord! Night Thunder Lord!? ......" Xia Tong shouted all the way, pushing his shoulders hard with both hands, and his body kept writhing in his arms.

Night Thunder Jue's arms were strengthened and strengthened, and the two continued to fight.

Seeing this, Lieying and Steward Wei, who were originally following them, immediately stopped their feet and did not follow, and the two stood at the top of the stairs and watched them leave.

Until the living room outside the master bedroom, Xia Tong still didn't stop, obviously not a man's opponent, but he didn't admit defeat, his face was red, and he was still unwilling to give up.