The door of the room was ajar, and there was a small voice from inside.

Mu Zi felt the voice vaguely like Murong Cheng.

She stared at the half-covered door, as if her eyes could penetrate the past to see the situation inside.

"Miss Mu?" Wang Zhan tried to yell softly.

Mu Zi returned to his senses, glanced at him, then stood up without saying a word, and walked into the room slowly.

The doctor closed the door immediately.

Wang Zhan waited for a while at the door with a panic, and even listened to it for a while-it was quiet inside, without the fierce quarrel he imagined.

Wang Zhan breathed a sigh of relief.

...

Mu Zi walked into the room and saw light blue medical curtains hanging around the bed. One of the curtains was opened, and the doctor was doing the final stitching of the wound.

Murong Cheng was actually sober, looking at her with pitch-black eyes.

He looks a bit...unlike him.

When he entered the elevator just now, Mu Zi was frightened by the black and red bloodstains on his body, and he had no time to pay attention to it.

Murong Cheng's hairstyle is different, and his complexion... has darkened. There is a hideous scar on his face, like an old wound from many years ago, diagonally across his forehead, occupying half of his face.

Mu Zi knew in her heart that this was Murong Cheng's second face: Huo Rong.

Hair style can easily change a person's appearance and temperament, coupled with a different skin color, it is easier to distinguish, not to mention there is such a landmark scar on the face. Even if someone finds that Huo Rong's facial features are similar to that of the Fourth Young Master of Mu's family, they would never think that they are the same person.

A doctor gave Mu Zi a chair so that she could sit by the bed with Murong Cheng.

Mu Zi sat down, quietly watching the doctor busy.

Neither of them spoke.

Wang Zhan didn't lie to her, it was indeed just a minor operation. After taking out the bullet from the wound, there was nothing serious about it.

Murong Cheng was weak for a while, just because of excessive blood loss. Now that he has been transfused and treated the wound, he looks almost recovered, only his face is slightly pale.

After the stitching was completed, the doctor bandaged Murongcheng's wound, and then took away the **** cotton, bandage, and all surgical instruments.

Only the two of them were left in the empty room.

If it wasn't for the blood still in the air, no one would have thought that a surgical operation had just been performed here.

"Drink water?" Mu Zi broke the silence first, got up and said, "I'll pour you water."

Murong Cheng took Mu Zi's hand and asked her to sit down again, and then looked at her carefully, with a faint smile in his eyes.

"Are you afraid?" he asked.

Mu Zi asked him back: "What are you afraid of?"

"Are you afraid that I am dead?" He looked at her face with interest.

"Very scared." Mu Zi nodded straightforwardly. "The corpse looks like this. I can't tell my mother when I bring it back. I can't say that you hooked up with the lady of Huo's family. As a result, the hero did not perform well in saving the United States, so I took my life in. Up."

"Ha..." Murong Cheng laughed, but there was a wound on his body. When he laughed, the muscles and nerves were involved, and the wound hurt, and he couldn't help frowning.

Mu Zi looked at him and said, "Does it hurt? It hurts, right? It's beautiful in my heart, right? It's time to save his life. People should agree to him. It's great that the beauty of money and power is in his hands."

Murong Cheng laughed harder when he heard the words, but the wound hurts again. He clutched the wound and breathed a little while laughing: "Zizi, are you jealous?"

Mu Zi looked cold and didn't understand what was ridiculous.

If the bullet misses a little bit more, maybe he is dead, he is still laughing?

She stood up with a grim face, "You rest, I am going home."

Murong Chengtian shamelessly grabbed her wrist, "Don't go, what should I do if I am thirsty for a while? If I remember, who will help me? I am sweaty and **** on my body, what should I do if I wash it up for a while..."

Talked a lot.