Genius Mengbao: Wife, please remarry

Look at the tired and mournful expression on the face of the chief surgeon.

Zhao Muyun and Yuzichu's hearts skipped a beat at the same time.

Did that woman leave just like that!
"Doctor, how is the operation going? How is Yu Manhua doing now?"

Qin Beilian grabbed the armrest of the chair, supported his heavy body by force, stood up from the chair, took a deep breath, and walked to the front of the surgeon in two steps one at a time, grasping the doctor's arms with both hands, eyes asked with a red stare.

Seeing his sad expression, the chief surgeon thought he was the family member of the deceased and sighed heavily at him.

"Sir, we have tried our best, I'm sorry, please forgive me."

After the chief surgeon finished speaking, several other doctors who participated in the operation walked out of the operating room pushing a hospital bed.

The bed was covered with a white cloth.

Hearing the sound of the hospital bed turning four wheels, Qin Beilian turned his neck stiffly, looked towards the hospital bed, and stared at the bulge under the white cloth.

"Cough cough!"

Qi and blood surged up, forcing him to cover his chest and cough violently twice, a strong fishy smell spread in his throat.

"Miss Yu has already gone, President, please don't do this."

Yu Zichu heard him coughing, hurried up to support him.

Qin Beilian pushed Yu Zichu away, stretched out his hand and grabbed the chief surgeon by the collar, his eyes were red, and he said hysterically, "Save her, no matter how expensive the medicine, no matter how much it costs, no matter what method you use, I will help her." I save her."

"Qin's second son, Zhao's third son, Zi Chu, when did you guys come? Why didn't you call me when you came?"

After getting out of the car, Mo Feng put the phone in his trouser pocket. Until now, he didn't realize that his phone had run out of battery and turned off.

Mo Feng's deep and deep voice sounded in the corridor, Qin Beilian, Zhao Muyun and Yu Zichu looked at Mo Feng together.

"Boss Qin is recovering well, and he can be discharged from the hospital for activities. It seems that Dr. Zhao's medical skills are really superb."

The three of them stared at the woman standing next to Mo Feng, who was talking with a smile, and they were all taken aback for a moment.

Qin Bei was stunned for a second, and then his face was filled with ecstasy.

"Great, you're fine."

In front of Mo Feng, Qin Beilian limped towards Yu Shutong regardless of his image, opened his arms, and couldn't wait to hold Yu Shutong tightly in his arms.

When Yu Shutong reacted, her face had already been rubbed into the man's chest.

"You're fine, you're not dead, that's great, that's great."

Qin Beilian was overjoyed to find something lost, and hugged Yu Shutong tighter and tighter, wishing to rub Yu Shutong directly into his body.

Through the clothes, Yu Shutong could clearly hear the man's frantic heartbeat.

Heart fluttering, body trembling, is this man afraid?
"Miss Yu, you're not dead, that's great, the CEO thought it was you lying in the operating room, just now"

Yu Zichu glanced at Yu Shutong, and then at the person covered by the white cloth on the hospital bed, really dumbfounded.

Yu Zichu's words made Yu Shutong, who was buried in Qin Beilian's arms, twitch hard.

This man was so sad and scared, did he think she was dead?

"Since the person in the operating room is not Yu Manhua, why did the doctor in the hall on the first floor tell us that Yu Manhua is undergoing surgery in the operating room on the fifth floor? Is this the service level of your Kanghua Hospital?"

Zhao Muyun recovered from his stupefaction, with a dark face, he scolded the doctors in front of him.

The president of the Mo family, the boss of the Mo gang, the president of the richest man in China, the president of the Qin Group, and the son of the Zhao group, the number one famous doctor in Hua country, the three people in front of him are acquainted with the chief surgeon.

"This is a huge misunderstanding, please calm down Mr. Mo, Mr. Qin and Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Muyun asked with a black face, and the surgeon was so frightened that a few drops of cold sweat broke out on the forehead, and hurriedly explained: "This old man is called Yu Manhua, and he has more than every year, and he is full of satisfaction. It's very similar, the hall on the first floor is a little noisy, it should be that the doctor got it wrong."

As soon as the truth came out, the corners of Zhao Muyun and Yuzichu's mouths twitched fiercely, and even Mo Feng, who had been expressionless for thousands of years, couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouths.

Yu Manhua, Yu Manhua, what a coincidence.

It can only show that this ironic embarrassment should have been in Qin's second life.

Yu Shutong stood quietly the whole time, letting Qin Beilian hold her.

Zhao Muyun, Mo Feng and the others thought that Qin Beiyi's sincerity had finally moved her, so they left without making a sound.

Soon, only Yu Shutong, Qin Beilian, and the cleaners who happened to pass by were left in the corridor outside the operating room.

"Qin Beilian, have you hugged enough?"

A woman's cold, emotionless voice suddenly sounded in his arms, like a machine broadcasting. Qin Beilian felt a throbbing pain in his heart. He took a deep breath, and slowly let go of his hands.

Yu Shutong left his embrace and stood face to face with him, the corner of his mouth curled slightly, and a flash of self-mockery flashed quickly in his eyes.

Six years ago, in her dreams, she longed for this man to care about her nervously, but she didn't see it until the moment she fell into the sea.

Six years later, her heart died, and she no longer had any extravagant hopes for this man, but this man ran all the way to see her regardless of her injuries, thinking she was dead, and screamed while grabbing the doctor's collar in despair.
She just changed her face, and she actually changed this ruthless man so much.

Should she be happy that her face was successfully adjusted, or should she laugh at her true love for this man for many years, but a pretty face.

"Did I hurt you, Manhua, don't be angry."

Seeing Yu Shutong's eyes were red with tears in their sockets, Qin Beilian panicked.

"I thought you were dead just now, but when I suddenly saw you appear alive in front of me, I was so excited that I hugged me harder."

"Qin Beilian, you are enough."

Yu Shutong interrupted Qin Beilian sharply.

"I have nothing to do with you, Mr. Qin. Even if I really die today, Yu Qingya and Luo Haichuan will collect my body, and it's not your turn to mourn for me, Mr. Qin."

When Yu Shutong spoke, the disgust towards Qin Beilian almost overflowed his eyes.

Qin Beilian's heart was deeply hurt by her disgusted eyes, and he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his chest.

"Yu Manhua, I think you hate me, why do you hate me so much? Have we met before, did I do something to hurt you before?"

Yu Shutong's heart skipped a beat when Qin Beilian asked him.

He actually tested her at this time.

This man is too treacherous.

Yu Shutong hurriedly calmed down, smiled coldly at Qin Beilian, and changed into a flat tone of voice.

"Because of Mr. Qin, I almost died in a car accident. Because of Mr. Qin, I was targeted and entangled twice and three times by Shen Ying, and I was scolded on the hot search twice and three times. Mr. Qin, what do you think, I don't know?" Should I hate you, the culprit?"