"The people of the Fu (Qing) Gang have already been recruited, but the people who bought your lives behind the scenes will not know until they catch the boss of the Qingfu Gang." At this time, Ji Yanli, who was calling not far away to tell the matter, came over and said to Song Zhiyuan.

"Don't worry, people will be caught soon, and there will be no escape." He said again.

Song Zhiyuan nodded, didn't ask anything more, just looked at Zhuo Mu again and ordered, "You go and see He Wu, he should wake up soon."

The security around Zhou Qichuan has always been in charge of He Wu, He Wu woke up, and he should be more handy than Zhuo Mu when he arranges things.

"Okay." Seeing that Ji Yanli was there, Song Zhiyuan's mood was also very calm, and Zhuo Mu had nothing to worry about, nodded and turned around and followed He Wu's ward.

Waiting for Zhuo Mu to leave, Song Zhiyuan sat on the chair outside the operating room again and waited quietly.

Ji Yanli looked at her and didn't say anything, sat beside her and waited with her.

Time, bit by bit, passed very slowly, and seemed to be very fast, Song Zhiyuan maintained a sitting posture, motionless, and an hour passed again.

The door is still not open, and the light is still on.

"You sleep for a while, I'll keep watch."

After waiting for almost three hours outside the operation, seeing that Song Zhiyuan was still sitting there without blinking, and didn't even move much, Ji Yanli spoke with some distress.

Song Zhiyuan finally raised his eyes to look at him, shook his head slightly and said, "No, I'm not tired."

Ji Yanli twisted his eyebrows and said nothing.

Just then, his phone rang again, and he glanced at the caller ID and immediately connected the phone.

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but I saw his narrow and hard eyebrows twisted, and he ordered in a deep voice, "Immediately inform the Jiang Huai police, come to arrest people, and don't let people escape."

Jiang Huai.

Two words made Song Zhiyuan have a guess in his heart instantly.

"Isn't it—" Seeing Ji Yanli hang up the phone, she asked, "Xu Nianhe?"

Ji Yanli pinched her phone, looked at her tightly twisted eyebrows, and nodded, "She spent 200 million to buy your and Zhou Qichuan's lives."

Xu Nianhe, it's actually Xu Nianhe.

Suddenly, Song Zhiyuan pulled the corners of his lips and smiled, the meaning was difficult to understand.

If you can't get it, then destroy it.

Song Zhiyuan didn't expect that Xu Nianhe was really so crazy.

"Can you condemn her to death?" Song Zhiyuan asked again.

"It shouldn't be, but it shouldn't be difficult to stay indefinitely." Ji Yanli replied.

"Enough is enough." Song Kite twitched the corners of her lips again, "What is more terrible than losing your freedom for a lifetime, being locked in a small iron cage in the dark, and waiting for death alone."

No.

What's more, even if Zhou Qichuan can't bear it, she will let people take good care of Xu Nianhe in prison.

Ji Yanli nodded, let out a faint "um", didn't say anything more, and the two of them continued to wait quietly.

Zhou Qichuan's injuries were really serious, especially the knife in the abdomen, the bandits were ruthless, and they wanted to kill him.

That is, Zhou Qichuan reacted quickly enough, and if the knife pierced a little deeper, he would pierce others.

Even if the person was not pierced, the situation was not much better, several important veins and blood vessels connecting the internal organs were severed, and the internal organs were also damaged to varying degrees.

The most important thing is that the person lost too much blood, and was put into shock once before being pushed into the operating room, and finally rescued, and the next few times the blood pressure was so low that the doctors standing in front of the operating table were covered in cold sweat and reached the edge of shock again.

Fortunately, Zhou Qichuan's willpower to live is very tenacious, and he has been fighting against death, and the doctor is even more competing for points, not daring to slack off at all, and after five and a half hours of surgery, Zhou Qichuan was finally completely pulled back from the ghost gate.

After connecting all the ruptured main veins and suturing the injured internal organs, the chief surgeon was about to collapse.

At the end of the surgeon's job, the assistant takes his place and sutures the incision of the epidermis.

Under the bright surgery, lie down on the surgery

The man on the stage had his eyes closed, motionless, his face was pale and almost transparent, and if it weren't for the data displayed on the vital detector, no one would have felt his breathing and heartbeat at all.

FROM BEING CARRIED INTO THE AMBULANCE TO NOW WHEN THE OPERATION IS ALMOST OVER, THE BLOOD INJECTED INTO ZHOU QICHUAN'S BODY HAS BEEN NEARLY 4,000ML, THAT IS TO SAY, THE BLOOD IN HIS WHOLE BODY HAS ALMOST BEEN REPLACED.

A few days ago, he clearly told Song Zhiyuan that he was going to exchange blood, but he never expected that he would say a word.

BUT EVEN THOUGH NEARLY 4,000ML OF BLOOD HAS BEEN INJECTED INTO HIS BODY, THERE IS STILL NO TRACE OF BLOOD ON HIS BODY.

Outside the operating room, Song Zhiyuan and Ji Yanli have been waiting quietly.

He Wu woke up, and the person was fine.

Zhuo Mu discussed with him and arranged some things, and then came outside the operating room again and waited with Song Zhiyuan and them.

Six hours have passed, and there is still no news, and the light on the door of the operating room is still on.

Song Zhiyuan knows very well that if there is no news, it is the best news.

Even if Zhou Qichuan was seriously injured, he survived.

He survived, and to her, it was the most beautiful and best news in the world.

By the time the operation had been carried out for six and a half hours, the sky had already begun to glow with a touch of fish belly.

The day is almost dawn, the sun is out, and soon it will be another sunny day, and the darkness and the cold of early winter will soon be dispelled.

"Bang Dang~"

Suddenly, in the silent corridor, there was a sound of the door sliding, and it was right next to my ears.

As the operating door was opened, Song Zhiyuan had already stood up, pulled his legs and rushed to the door.

I don't know if she sat for too long, her legs were numb, or she was too excited, and she didn't pay attention to her feet, so she took a step and ran away, and there was a stumble under her feet, if it weren't for Ji Yanli being by her side, her eyes were quick, and she held her up, she knelt down directly.

"Don't worry, Zhou Qichuan will definitely be fine." Helping her up, Ji Yanli's eyes were pitying, and his voice said gently.

Song Zhiyuan looked at him, and his eyes, which were originally extremely dry, suddenly burst into tears again.

Yes, Zhou Qichuan must be fine, he must be fine.

That's great!

It's really great!

"Doctor, how is my husband?"

Without saying any words of thanks and excitement, Song Zhiyuan only nodded, then looked at the chief surgeon who walked towards him, and asked urgently.

The doctor also watches the news, so he naturally knows Zhou Qichuan and knows his identity.

Therefore, when Song Zhiyuan blurted out the word "husband", all the medical staff were stunned.

.......