Chapter 1770

Although Qin Jian's pulse is weak, he is still alive.

"How is he?" Lin Lin's eyes were red.

"Find Professor Xiang." Rongxun picked up Qin Jian, and his eyes fell on the blood transfusion tube that an Yin and Qin Jian were still connected together.

Anyin didn't mean to pull off the blood vessel.

When Rong Xun sent Qin Jian to the car, he slowed down so that an Yin could keep up with him without tearing off the blood vessels.

Wait for anyin to get on the bus, close the door and sit in the driver's seat.

Lin Lin quickly got on the co driver.

Rong Xun looked back at an Yin.

"I didn't hurt it." When anyin saw Rongxun, she finally saw some hope.

Rong Xun saw an Yin from the top to the bottom. Although she was covered with blood, there was no wound. The blood was not hers. She was relieved.

Getting on the car, anyin looks at Qin Jian, who is breathing weakly.

Although he had a breath, but after all, he lost too much blood, and she did not know whether he could support it.

An Yin looks up at Rong Xun. Rong Xun looks up at her from the rearview mirror. Their eyes are aligned in the rearview mirror.

Rong Xun looked at an Yin covered with blood, his eyes darkened.

He went to Jiuchuan this time because he found that a group of people they had been chasing for years were active in Jiuchuan.

Yesterday, I found that there was someone sneaking around here, so I came to visit the neighborhood from time to time. Unexpectedly, I saw Lin Lin.

Lin Lin was dirty and worried.

He felt something was wrong.

As a result, something happened.

Although Qin Jian's blood stopped, her breath was very weak. Anyin didn't know if Qin Jian could hold on. She looked anxiously at Rongxun.

Rong Xun understood. Without a moment's delay, the car was almost flying.

Qin Jian's life hung on the line, and none of them spoke.

When Rongxun stopped at the door of the herbal hall, anyin pulled out the needle and pressed the needle hole on Qin Jian's arm with a cotton swab. The needle hole on his arm was ignored.

Lin Lin quickly took a cotton swab and pressed the needle hole on an Yin's arm.

Rongxun took Qin Jian into the herbal hall.

Ordinary people saw Qin Jian, who was in a coma and was covered with blood, cried out in a hurry: "Ma, Professor Xiang, senior brother Mingjie. Qin Jian is injured and has shed a lot of blood."

Mingjie and Ding Hong ran out together, "how could this happen?"

Rong Xun didn't care to explain, so he took Qin Jian and walked in.

Xiang Shaolong opened the door of the pharmacy room and saw Qin Jian in Rongxun's arms. "Quick, operating room."

An Yin sees Qin Jian into the operating room, and Xiang Shaolong and Mingjie follow closely in.

Xiang Shaolong looked at an Yin. She was too dirty. "Ding Hong, come in and help."

"Yes." Ding Hong rushed into the operating room.

Without Xiang Shaolong's words, an Yin did not dare to follow up with the operating room and had to wait outside.

Rong Xun came out of the operating room and saw Lin Lin sitting aside waiting without a sound. An Yin was still standing at the door of the operating room. She came to her and raised her hand to brush the wet hair on her face.

Are you ok? "

"I'm fine, Qin Jianhe..."

"There's a professor here. He'll be fine."

Anyin nodded and moved for a while. She almost fell down when she felt that her legs were too soft to stand.

Rongxun picked her up and said, "where is your room?"

She is a disciple of Xiang Shaolong. She will live in the herbal hall before she has a private house.

"I don't want to go back to my room." Anyin struggles to get to the ground.

"Settle down!" His tone was gentle, but he did not hide his reproach.

Judging from Qin Jian's blood, he had already lost too much blood, and he had to rely on anyin for blood transfusion.

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