The medical center is full of people and shuttles.

The medical institution belonging to the family has the world's top medical equipment, and the medical staff who come and go look solemn, waiting at the door of the emergency room, the row of black-clothed people standing straight, their eyes fixed on the door of the operating room.

When Dai Xijiu arrived, he saw this scene, and there was still a little deep gasping in his chest, and he was already looking eagerly at the person next to him: "How is Brother Fu Zhi now?"

At this moment, the door was gently opened, and the doctor in a white coat walked out, and the black-clothed man led by him hurriedly leaned over, his eyes burning: "How is the situation of the young master?"

The doctor sighed lightly and took off the mask, until this moment, Dai Xijiu found that the person in front of him was extremely young, blonde hair and blue eyes, with deep and distinct facial features, even if he was slightly annoyed and sad, his expression was not thick: "The bullet grazed the left ventricle, the situation is critical, I can't do this operation......"

Dai Xijiu spoke out instantly, and his voice was urgent: "Isn't there any other doctor in the medical center?"

The man in black next to him said in a low voice: "Doctor Jack was brought out by that person, there will be no better doctor here than him." ”

Jack raised his eyebrows slightly: "Well, left ventricular reconstruction, the success rate of cases in the past is extremely low, and this operation can only be done by my master......"

"But he doesn't usually use a knife now. ”

The man in black only paused for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and turned his fist away: "I'll go and ask now." ”

The footsteps echoed eagerly, and Dai Xijiu's eyes flashed for a moment: "Who is your master?"

"The one who operated on you last time. ”

Dai Xijiu bowed his head slightly, and his voice dropped: "It's him......"

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The head hall is brightly lit, and people are coming in and out, and the situation at this moment is not much more idle than that of the medical center.

A basin of hot water is brought in and out, the wall light is soft and dim, illuminating a pale and delicate face without half a blood, the eyelashes are lightly closed, the breathing is light, the lips are pale with a slight chapped, the fingers are gently hanging on the mattress, the upper body of the * is wrapped with layers of bandages, and the beautiful muscle texture is faintly visible, a blonde teenager sits on the bed, so that the person in front of him is completely leaning on his arms, and the movements in his hands are slow and gentle is taking a roll of bandages and wrapping around his wrists.

After a moment's movement, he looked up at the blood bag, felt the cold body temperature in his arms, and looked at the maid who was packing the medicine box on the side, with a solemn expression: "100 ml can't be done, you have to go and get some." ”

The maid raised her head a little timidly, her eyes fell on Ye Xiuwen, thinking of such a shocking wound all over her body, how could she not know what kind of life the person in front of her had been living for three years, her fingers were clenched, and her eyes were red after all: "It's the godfather who only allows so much, and no matter how serious the injuries are in the past, it's the same." ”

Percy endured for a moment, his Adam's apple moved slightly, the corners of his mouth pulled a stiff smile, and he said more and more sarcastically: "Do you just want his body to be immortal?"

The maid looked withdrawn.

At this moment, there was a light button from outside the door.

"Master Percy, Mr. Fu was shot, and his men came down and knelt outside the door to beg for ...... Ask for honor...... Go and save people......"

Percy tilted his head and took a deep breath, suddenly raised his hand and lifted the medicine bottle on the side of the bed, and slammed it on the door panel: "Save people, save people, he can't save himself, how can he save others!"

"Get out, blast out!"

Dai Xijiu stood in the corridor of the medical room, his fingers pressed against the chair, his knuckles were white, and he hadn't seen anyone come for a long time.

Until the crack of the door of the emergency room came from the long "tick" sound of the instrument, a large number of doctors and nurses ran over eagerly, Dai Xijiu leaned through the transparent glass window, stared at Fu Zhi's pale face as white as snow, and the fog on the oxygen mask became thinner and thinner, and finally couldn't control it anymore, turned around and ran out.

When he opened the gate, the cold wind howled, and Elvis hadn't had a long snow like this in a long time.

Dai Xijiu's body was cold, there was silence on all sides in the middle of the night, and when he ran to the Zunshou Palace, there was no one all the way, and there were layers of snow on his shoulders.

A man in a black suit knelt on the steps of the temple gate, his fingers on the ground were already red from the cold, knocked over and over again, his forehead was faintly bloody, and his voice was eager and sad: "Your Excellency, please save the young master......"

"Your Excellency, please save the young master......"

The British long lamp at the corner of the eaves was like a curved dome brushing Dai Xijiu's face, his back was straight, his expression was still mixed with thousands of emotions, and his voice was cold: "Get up." ”

She looked up at the door of the black gold carving, approached step by step, and said in a cold and depressed voice: "Open the door." ”

There was a sound from inside the door, but there was no movement.

Dai Xijiu's expression was calm, he walked a few steps, picked up a huge stone brick on the ground next to him, took it in his hand, put it on the mat, and suddenly walked to the window, and smashed it down with all his might! The sound of the glass with the light and shadow on the wall "crackling" was earth-shattering, and it fell down one after another, and the shocked faces of the attendants in the hall loomed inch by inch.

"See clearly, I am the master of the Venerable Head Palace!"

Dai Xijiu's eyebrows were cold, even if there was no fierce expression, in the snow and darkness, a pair of bright and deep blue eyes were faintly coercive, "Today, if someone dares to disobey any order, it is like this window!"

"Open the door!"

After only a moment's pause, the door was slowly opened with a "squeak". The young man at the window on the second floor clasped his hands on his chest, looked at Dai Xijiu who walked in step by step downstairs, turned around slowly, leaned over the eaves, remembered that person's command, and finally only sighed lowly.

After entering the door for a moment, countless respectful salutes surrounded him: "Third Miss." ”

"Third Miss. ”

"Third Miss. ”

Dai Xijiu's face was cold, and the air pressure around him was extremely low, and he only climbed straight over the rotating stairs: "Where is Ye Zun's head, take me over." ”

Most of the attendants were motionless, their expressions were complicated and hesitant, and they were afraid that Dai Xijiu would surrender their responsibilities, and for a moment there were only pieces of breathing in the entire hall.

It's really the other way around, Dai Xijiu breathed deeply, and just as he wanted to have a seizure, he heard a fluttering sentence from the top of his head: "Lord Venerable is awake, bring her up." ”

"Yes, Master Percy. ”

The corridor on the second floor is deep, and at the end of the line, Dai Xijiu's fingers pressed the doorknob, Percy's expression was cold, and he raised his hand to block it: "He has no strength." ”

Dai Xijiu endured patience for a long time and suddenly broke out, and immediately raised his head, his eyes were watery: "But Fu Zhi is about to die!"

At this moment, the voice that came from inside the door was hoarse and soft: "Let her in." ”

Percy snapped his fist and retreated.

Dai Xijiu took a deep breath and finally pushed the door and walked in.

The light in the room was dim, only a tiny wall lamp was lit, plated with a layer of soft and light warm yellow, Ye Xiuwen sat on the side of the pillow, wearing a light gray soft sweater on his body, revealing a beautiful neck line, the neckline was very loose, and even the delicate collarbone was faintly visible, the black hair was soft, and a tear mole in the corner of the eye seemed to have become the only bright color, so it was especially clear, and the whole person had a rather soft beauty, and when he saw her come in, his lips were slightly pursed, and his smile was gentle: "Is it cold?"

Dai Xijiu stood still for a moment, and his voice was cold: "Go and save Fu Zhi." ”

Ye Xiuwen saw her chapped lips blown by the wind, and her eyes were light and soft: "Are you thirsty?"

Dai Xijiu walked a few straight steps forward, walked to the side of the bed, and stared at him tightly: "Go and save Fu Zhi." ”

Ye Xiuwen smiled lightly, his colorless lips hooked a small pale arc, took the water cup at the bedside and handed it to Dai Xijiu: "Take a sip." ”

Dai Xijiu took a deep breath, feeling that he was almost driven crazy, he suddenly raised his hand and lifted it, and the water cup instantly overturned and fell to the ground on the soft carpet, with a muffled sound, and immediately leaned over, pulled Ye Xiuwen's collar with both hands, stared at his eyes tightly, and said word by word: "I want you to save Fu Zhi!"

Ye Xiu's eyebrows frowned lightly, his eyelashes knocked weakly, he coughed his head, the water vapor in his eyes was turbulent at this moment, his breathing was a little light, and he looked at Dai Xijiu very calmly: "Is it an order?"

That kind of eyes are too calm, so calm that they don't seem to have any emotions, and they seem to have too many emotions to express. Dai Xijiu was stunned for a moment, but the cold sound of the instrument sounded very clearly in his ears.

Even she herself didn't know that what she said could be so cold and ruthless: "If you don't go, go to the Dark Temple to take responsibility, you choose." ”

At this moment, Ye Xiu's eyelashes trembled very lightly, the corners of his lips had a slight arc, his fingers were lightly raised, and he pushed Dai Xijiu's hand that was holding his collar, but unfortunately this was not something he could do now, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Jiujiu, let go, I will hurt too......"

Dai Xijiu never expected him to say such a sentence, thinking that he still had a gunshot wound in his chest, almost subconsciously his fingertips trembled, and he had already let go.

Ye Xiuwen didn't seem to have much strength, even if his fingers were lightly supported, his body still fell on the back of the pillow, and his face turned a little pale.

But thinking of Fu Zhi on the line of life and death, and thinking of everything she experienced tonight, she couldn't be half distracted by him.

Dai Xijiu grabbed his wrist and said in a cold voice: "If it weren't for your carefully designed conspiracy, Brother Fu Zhi would not have been shot this time, report it back, this person, you must save it." ”

Ye Xiuwen raised his head slightly, and then looked at her, with a shallow and gentle smile in his eyes: "Jiujiu, I would rather hear your own thoughts." ”

Dai Xijiu's expression was only stunned for a moment, his blue eyes flashed, and his voice was clear and firm: "He is the only person I can trust in the whole Elvis." ”

"So, I command you, you must go and save. ”

Ye Xiuwen only paused for a moment, his eyes were misty, and he lowered his head slightly: "Okay, miss." ”

When he said this, he seemed to remember something, raised his hand to his lips, coughed softly, and smiled a little apologetically: "Can you wait a moment?"

Dai Xijiu's eyebrows were deep, and his voice was particularly puzzled: "When I came out, he was already in first aid, and if we rub here for one more minute, he may die, do you understand?"

Ye Xiuwen paused for a moment, and his eyelashes gently lowered.

I don't know why, there was some pain in my chest, it wasn't a gunshot wound, but it was as heavy and slow as a knife cut.

It wasn't until much later that he learned that the feeling was wronged.

But now, he just had a somewhat deferential and gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, his body was slightly off, his fingers were lightly raised, he pulled out the needle on the back of his other hand, and bowed lightly to Dai Xijiu: "I'm sorry, miss." ”

The wire tube swayed, and it still showed a bit of dark black under such light, Dai Xijiu tilted his head slightly, and only now did he find that two-thirds of the medical blood transfusion bags hanging on the medical shelf had been transfused. At this moment, there was a moment of turmoil in his eyes, and his heart was a little sour. But she straightened her back, turned away, and said only two words: "Let's go." ”