Genius Mengbao: Wife, please remarry

【Boss Mo, what happened? 】

[Where did the woman hurt? 】

[Is the injury serious? 】

Mo Feng didn't reply for a long time, Qin Beilian hugged the phone and typed text frantically.

In less than a minute, three WeChat messages were sent to Mo Feng.

Still not receiving a reply from Mo Feng, Qin Beiyi directly opened the call log and dialed Mo Feng's mobile phone number.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off, Sorry! The, subscriber, you, dialed, is, powered, off."

Soon a sweet and pleasant voice came to Qin Beilian's ears.

Something happened to Yu Shutong.

Mo Feng hurriedly finished sending the message and turned off the phone.

This made Qin Beilian extremely uneasy.

After hanging up the phone, he pulled off the hanging needle in his hand, gritted his teeth, and stood up while supporting the armrests on both sides of the hospital bed.

"Second Qin, what do you want to die?"

Zhao Muyun chatted with Yu Zichu, walked into the ward one after the other, just in time to see Qin Beilian leaning on the bed, holding on to the armrest of the bed, trying hard to put on his shoes.

The needle was pulled out by him, and blood flowed down the back of his hand, dripping to the ground.

Zhao Muyun roared anxiously, and rushed forward to stop his bleeding.

Qin Beilian didn't care about the bleeding on the back of his hand. After putting the leather shoes on his feet, he grabbed Zhao Muyun's arm and said in a deep voice, "Zhao Muyun, I have to leave the hospital."

"Yuzichu, go prepare the car."

With Qin Beilian like this, Yu Zichu didn't dare to act lightly, and stared at Zhao Muyun questioningly.

Zhao Muyun took a medical cotton swab and pressed the pinhole on the back of Qin Beilian's hand to stop the bleeding, then raised his head and looked at Qin Beilian with a dark handsome face.

"Are you going to see Yu Manhua?"

"Ah."

Qin Beilian nodded sincerely.

"Boss Mo sent me a WeChat message just now. It seems that something happened to that woman."

"With Boss Mo at that woman's side, that woman will definitely not die."

Zhao Muyun was so angry that he really wanted to punch Qin Beilian's handsome face.

"Second Qin, if you are so stubborn, you will die young sooner or later, and that woman will become someone else's wife sooner or later."

"Mu Yun, I've already lost Tongtong once, and that woman is probably Tongtong from back then, cough cough."

Qin Beilian spoke excitedly, covered his chest and coughed heavily twice.

"I don't want to lose her again. I know the state of my body very well. This little injury won't kill me, Qin Beilian."

"I can't beat you, come on, where are that woman and Boss Mo now, Yu Zichu and I will go with you."

Zhao Muyun couldn't persuade Qin Beiyi, so he had to compromise.

"Kanghua Hospital near the film and television city."

Qin Beilian opened WeChat to make sure.

Fortunately, when Mo Feng sent him a WeChat message, he told the hospital where he was.

Kanghua Hospital, trauma department on the fifth floor.

"Doctor, is Director Yu's injury serious?"

The doctor was about to disinfect Yu Shutong, apply medicine, and bandage the wound, while Mo Feng and Wei Shiyun were watching.

Seeing that the sleeves of Yu Shutong's sportswear were stained red with blood, the blood-soaked sleeves were stuck together with the blood-soaked bandages, and the bandages were stuck together with the torn wound. The scissors cut Yu Shutong's sleeve and the bandage on his hand little by little, revealing the torn wound. Wei Shiyun stared at the bloody wound, frowning into a ball with nervousness, with a guilty expression on her face. Ask the doctor about Yu Shutong's condition.

"The wound looks bloody and bloody, but it's actually not very torn. After disinfection, medicine, and re-bandage, it will heal again in two or three days."

Hearing what the doctor said, Wei Shiyun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Miss Yu, you need two stitches on the torn part of your wound. Do you need anesthesia?"

After carefully cleaning Yu Shutong's wound, the doctor raised his head to ask Yu Shutong's opinion.

"After taking anesthesia, the stitches don't hurt, but if you take too much anesthesia, you will have sequelae. If you can bear it, I suggest you endure it."

"No need to slap, just sew stitches."

Yu Shutong interrupted the doctor.

Six years ago, she had experienced the feeling that life was worse than death, and this little pain was nothing.

"it is good."

After the doctor prepared all the suture tools, he folded a piece of clean medical gauze into a square and handed it to Yu Shutong.

"Although it's only two stitches, it's still a bit painful. If Ms. Yu can't stand it, she will bite the gauze."

"Thank you doctor."

Yu Shutong smiled slightly and took the gauze from the doctor's hand, but did not listen to the doctor's advice and bit the gauze in his mouth.

During the whole stitching process, Yu Shutong maintained a posture and sat motionless.

The slender surgical needle pierced through the flesh, and Mo Feng didn't even frown when he saw that she was silent.

This woman is really different.

Mo Feng stared at Yu Shutong, with a quick flash of appreciation in his eyes.

No wonder Qin Laoer, who had guarded Yu Shutong's tomb and been a monk for six years, was tempted.

"Hi, may I ask which ward Ms. Yu Manhua lives in?"

Qin Beilian couldn't get in touch with Mofeng all the time, and no one answered Yu Shutong's phone. Accompanied by Zhao Muyun and Yu Zichu, he hurried to Kanghua Hospital, so he had to go to the doctor's desk to inquire with the doctor.

"I'm just going to check for my husband, please wait a moment, sir."

After the doctor guide responded to Qin Beilian's words softly and sweetly, she lowered her head to check on the inpatient system.

In less than a minute, the doctor guide left her hands from the keyboard and mouse, raised her head, and answered Qin Beilian and the others with a smile on her face: "Sir, Ms. Yu Manhua lives in Ward 1, Building B, but Ms. Yu is now The operation was performed in the operating room on the fifth floor of Building A."

Hearing that Yu Manhua was undergoing surgery, Qin Beilian immediately felt his blood surge up, and he swayed accordingly.

Fortunately, Zhao Muyun and Yu Zichu were always behind him supporting him.

"Second brother, don't be too nervous, that woman Yu Manhua is so powerful, she doesn't seem to be short-lived."

"President, it's useless for you to worry now, let's go to the fifth floor and have a look, and I also think that Miss Yu is very lucky."

After Zhao Muyun and Yu Zichu comforted Qin Beilian, they helped the pale-faced Qin Beilian take the elevator to the operating room on the fifth floor.

There is an operating room on the fifth floor.

After the three of them took the elevator to the fifth floor, they asked a random nurse to inquire, and soon found the operating room.

The door of the operating room was closed tightly, and the light board on the door displayed the words "in operation".

The three of them had to wait in the corridor.

Qin Beilian was resting on a chair in the corridor, but his eyes were fixed on the door of the operating room without even blinking.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour.

The closed door of the operating room finally opened.

The chief surgeon walked out of the operating room first, and took off his mask in front of Qin Beilian, showing a dejected and regretful expression and a tired face.