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Huo Yingting's eyes are scarlet. He hugs Ye Xi and tries his best to hold her. It hurts so much that he can't speak.

Feeling her gradually cooling temperature in his arms, her blood soaked his black shirt and suit cuffs.

After two years, the pain of the heart being torn again multiplied every inch of his body.

Someone yelled in his ear, "take her to the hospital!"

The man holding Ye Xi in his arms was so painful that he lost his sense of reason. He suddenly picked up Ye Xi. How could his pace be as calm and arrogant as he had just stepped into the airport? He ran out of the airport for a short distance, and he stumbled several times.

When the warning sound sounded, all the people around the airport suddenly recovered from the sudden incident, and their faces were white with fear.

KW hospital, emergency room.

Cold wind wearing aseptic surgical clothes, several efforts not easy to stop Ye Xi's bleeding wound has been sweating.

Take the sharp scalpel from the special care, slightly cut the cloth of Ye Xi's wound, when you see the position of the wound.

A drop of cold sweat smashed down from the cold wind forehead. The special guard quickly picked up the handkerchief to wipe the sweat for the cold wind, but was severely whisked away by the cold wind.

With the middle finger of the white glove pressed gently around Ye Xi's wound to make sure the bullet was close to the heart.

Cold wind took a breath, never hesitated in his hands of the scalpel, now hesitated.

Looking at the anesthesia, lying on the operating table, the color is blue and white, as if it has lost the breath of Ye Xi, the eyes of cold wind keep sinking.

Outside the emergency room, the two men stood one by one, looking equally solemn and cold.

Lu Jingxing didn't show a fierce side to anyone, but it was always cold and thin, which gave people a sense of not being close to each other.

Now, he shows his violent and bloodthirsty side to the man who is sitting in the waiting chair and holding his hands tightly.

"Is president Huo satisfied with the result now?" Lu Jingxing grins and grins. His eyes are red and angry.

Huo Yingting hung his neck, and his black shirt gave off a strong smell of blood, floating in the air.

His thin lips were taut and white, his breath was heavy and light, cold and urgent. Obviously, he was trying to suppress some emotions.

Lu Jingxing looks at the man who shows that he cares about the tension of the people in the emergency room at the moment, and only feels ironic.

Before today, he was still in bed with a high fever and could not walk steadily. The appearance of the little woman was clear and vivid in his mind, which made him heartache.

Then he swore that he would not let anyone hurt her!

The oath secretly given to her is still engraved in my heart, but in less than two days, he saw her block for the man who hurt her severely.

Compared with his remorse for ye Xi, his replacement for her is not worth it.

Such a man who hurt her deeply regardless of her will is not worthy of her sacrifice.

Just thinking about it, the door of the emergency room suddenly opened.

As soon as Lu Jingxing's face is complete, he will step forward.

But someone was faster than him, and the cold wind swept by him.

Then, he saw that he grabbed the collar of the cold wind coming out of the operating room. His deep eyes were covered by the blood net interwoven by the roots, and he looked at the cold wind silently but deeply.

Cold wind saw Huo Yingting's appearance, his lips were pursed hesitantly, and his voice was hoarse. "The position of my wife's gun is very special, less than one centimeter near the heart..."

I feel as if the iron hand with endless strength is tightening up suddenly.

Cold wind's throat is astringent, but he continues, "my wife's will to survive is too weak. If I forcibly take out the bullet, it will cause massive bleeding. Cold wind is worried that my wife can't support..."

Before the cold wind finished speaking, he was pressed on the wall next to the door of the operating room by another strong force.

"What is the weak will to survive? How could she be weak in her will to survive? She still has... "

Lu Jing glares at the cold wind fiercely, and his heart surges with rage and pain.

Deep pain is hidden in the cold eyes.

His song and Song Dynasties still have Jin Nian. Even for Jin Nian, she will try to make herself live.

How could he say that his will to survive is too weak?!

The awe of the cold wind has always been limited to a few people, such as Huo Yingting.

Now he was pressed so impolitely, and the cold face sank immediately. A sharp and bright scalpel appeared in his hand like a phantom, and the movement quickly slipped towards Lu Jingxing's neck.

Lu Jingxing's eyes were cold. When his scalpel was about to touch his neck, he grabbed his wrist. He didn't know how to do it. In the blink of an eye, the cold wind had been pressed on the floor by his middle abdomen with one foot.

Qingjun's face is carved with crazy murderous ideas. He looks down at the cold wind and extrudes two words from his teeth: "quack!"

The cold wind went mad.

For such a long time, with a scalpel, this kind of situation has never happened again for many years, except for the special training of special forces who were so embarrassed by several people stronger than him.Now it not only makes people trample on the bottom of their feet, but also tramples and despises his always proud medical skills into the dust. The cold wind bites his teeth, and for the first time, he would like to tear a person apart!

Lu Jingxing snorted coldly, then suddenly let go of his feet and turned to the operating room.

However, as soon as a foot stepped in, the arm was grabbed by a strong and hard to break free force.

Lu Jingxing's eyes are red, and his other hand is clenched tightly. If it wasn't for the people inside, he would not hesitate to swing his fist.

With his jaw taut, Lu Jingxing turned to the man with cold face and red eyes. "If you don't want song song to die, let go at once!"

Song and Song Dynasties?

Huo Yingting's deep red eyes tightened briefly, stared at the landing scene, and kept silent for a long time, hoarse as the old man, "are you a doctor?"

Lu Jingxing won't say a word more to him!

Throwing away his hands, wrapped in cold and solemn, he stepped into the emergency room.

Huo Yingting clenched his fist and went in abruptly.

The cold wind rose from the ground and looked at the operating room doubtfully for several seconds. It seemed that he did not believe that there were other colleagues in the world who were better than him in medical skills. He tightened his lips, temporarily put aside his broken pride, and walked in with him.

As soon as Lu Jingxing entered the operating room, he saw the faint breath of Ye Xi on the operating table and asked the special nurse to wear the surgical suit and sterile gloves mask for him.

Several special nurses were stunned, but they were overwhelmed by the strong and determined gas field emanating from him. In hesitation, they also quickly put on the doctor's surgical clothes for him.