Chapter 810：

Chapter 810

"Zhao Yi, Zhao Yi, I beg you, save him, save him!"

He Er cried and became a tearful person, and followed the ambulance all the way to City One.

Zhao Yi had already led the ambulance team on standby outside the emergency department. As soon as the car arrived, everyone rushed in. Without delay, he rushed Song Bai into the operating room.

A dazzling red light came on outside the operating room, and He Er's knees softened and he knelt on the ground.

John quickly stepped forward to help, but couldn't pull him up.

He's crying and earth-shaking, attracted doctors and nurses passing by to stop and watch.

"Second Young Master, it's okay, Assistant Song will definitely survive this level."

John looked unbearable, and softly persuaded him.

He Er didn't even listen, the fear in his heart almost drowned him.

Mingming, Xiaobai of yesterday was still alive and kicking, they just haven’t seen each other for a day...

Thinking that Xiaobai was covered in blood lying on the ambulance, He Er's blood flowed backwards all over his body, and his internal organs seemed to be cut with a knife.

"stand up!"

He Yunting's condescending command.

He Er turned a deaf ear.

"I'll say it again, get me up!"

He Yunting's expression was sullen, and the air pressure around his body was extremely low, and he was on the verge of rage.

John didn't look right, and insisted He Er wanted to help him up.

But He Er was not made of mud. At any rate, he was a big man of 180+, so he didn't want to think about it. He couldn't pull people up even with the strength of feeding.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The crying in the corridor stopped abruptly.

"stand up!"

He Yunting gave his third command with a cold face.

He Er's left cheek was swollen with the naked eye, and he looked at his brother incredulously.

2 seconds later, He Er snarled and snarled like crazy: "Why are you hitting me! Xiaobai is injured, do I even have the right to cry? Qiao Yi is missing, at least it proves that she is alive, and my Xiaobai!

He got two shots, two shots!

Xiaobai may die, he may die! ! ! "

He Yunting grabbed He Er’s collar and forced He Er to raise his head: “You’re right, you don’t have the right to cry, because you are a descendant of the He family, you still have many things to do. You can’t cry or mess up. You must cheer up! The He family needs you!"

"No, I'm not a descendant of the He family anymore, I want Xiaobai to live, I want him to live, I..."

"Snapped!"

He Yunting's backhand is another slap in the face!

He has dark eyebrows, holding He Er's collar and almost lifting him up.

"What a frightful thing! Song Bai is not dead yet, you are here to give him the funeral! Let me say something that is not from the He family, I will break your leg!"

Slapped He Er completely with two slaps in succession.

The tears that have not yet flowed slowly dissipated in the eye sockets, and his eyes gradually recovered to clearness. He trembling lips said to He Yunting, "Brother, my heart hurts, my heart hurts."

He Yunting gradually withdrew in a hostile manner, helped him sit on a chair to the side, and said softly: "I hurt too."

John saw that the atmosphere eased, and stepped forward to persuade him again, "Second Young Master, the situation is so bad at the foot of the mountain, Assistant Song can last such a long time, you have to give him a little confidence."

"Qiaoyi, who did she provoke, Qiaoyi? She..."

"Xiaocheng." He Yunting interrupted him suddenly, "I will leave you the matter of the He family. Before I leave, I will sign an equity transfer form, and I will transfer all He's shares under my name. Here you are, in the future, the He family, you have the final say."

He Er was shocked, "Brother, what are you going to do?"

"I will take Joe home."

(End of this chapter)