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It has long been expected that it will be very difficult to take out the chip, but it has never been expected that the ISIR organization will turn the chip into a time bomb and connect it to the brain tissue.

Mo Yan was like being in an ice cellar.

They know medicine, but they know nothing about bombs. Bomb disposal experts know bombs, but they know nothing about medicine.

It is almost impossible to successfully dismantle the chip bomb in Leng Beichen's mind. His life will be in danger at any time.

Mo Yan looked at Leng Beichen, who was lying on the operating table with a peaceful face and closed black eyes, and his heart was bleeding.

"You all evacuate."

"Young Mistress..." Chen Yuhuan, a big man, couldn't help the water in his eyes.
"Can you sew the wound back so we don't have to remove the chip?"

Mo Yan shook her head, "As soon as the head is opened, the time bomb in the chip is activated. This may be the main reason why ISIR has prepared a new chip."

"Hey, it's all my fault! If the gang of experts who sneaked in were tortured first, they might be able to find out the truth, and the young master would not have to perform craniotomy in a hurry." Chen Yuhuan scratched his hair in self-blame.

"I don't blame you, Chen has always been confident and conceited, and what he believes will not be easily changed.

What's more, if the skull is not opened, we will always be kept in the dark, and the time bomb will take away the life of Geng Chen at any time, and even implicate more people. "

Mo Yan wiped away the teardrops on her face, and clenched her teeth, "Let the bomb disposal experts come in, and everyone else evacuates."

"Yes, Young Mistress." Chen Yuhuan had no choice but to follow Mo Yan's lead in everything.

A few minutes later, a bomb disposal expert entered the operating room, and quickly observed and monitored the miniature bomb in Leng Beichen's mind with a magnifying glass and a detector.

Mo Yan tightly grasped Leng Beichen's hand, not wanting to part with him for a moment, "Tell me the basics of bombs, time is limited, focus on key points."

"The chip is very small, and the power of the bomb is not great, but it is enough to blow up the surrounding area within a few meters. Once it is detonated, the carrier body will be destroyed first."

The words "directly destroy the carrier's physical body" were like a sharp knife being inserted into the heart, and Mo Yan's heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

She took a deep breath, trying to stabilize her emotions and keep calm, "Can you dismantle it?"

"It's almost impossible. Ordinary bombs have two threads, but this bomb has a hidden thread embedded in the blood vessel. No matter which thread is removed, the third thread will be activated."

Mo Yan's little heart sank to the bottom.

She tightly intertwined with Leng Beichen's five fingers, as if she could feel that he was still alive only when she was close to him.

No time to be sad, Mo Yan raised her eyes, stared at the fully armed bomb disposal experts, and opened her lips coldly,

"Tell me about your conditions."

The bomb disposal expert smiled lowly, "As expected of Yanzi, the most mysterious member of the ISIR organization, did you see my identity?"

"Swallow? Is this my code name in the ISIR organization?" Mo Yan had a mocking cold arc on his lips.

What kind of bullshit mysterious swallow, she doesn't remember at all, and she doesn't want to be a lackey of ISIR organization.

Her starry eyes were covered with a layer of frost,
"The third thread in the blood vessel is invisible to the naked eye with the simple magnifying glass in your hand. Unless you know the structure of the bomb in advance.

What's more, since the ISIR organization can replace doctors and experts, how difficult is it to replace bomb disposal experts? "

Mo Yan made people publicize the search for bomb disposal experts, in order to let the ISIR organization take the initiative to find her.

She knew that even if a real bomb disposal expert came, she would be helpless, so at the last moment, she decided to take a risk and take the initiative to lure the enemy.

"Okay, hurry up and talk."

The bomb disposal expert is no longer secretive, he came here to negotiate with Mo Yan,
"If Leng Beichen wants to survive, there is only one way."

……

VIP ward.

Time passed by, and seeing that the sky had darkened, Leng Beichen still had his black eyes tightly closed.

Mo Yan stared at the handsome and picturesque man on the hospital bed without blinking, for fear of missing the moment when he woke up.

His pulse was steady and his breathing was even. His long and straight eyelashes cast a light gray shadow on the lower eye socket.

Even though he's bald, he's still so handsome that you can't take your eyes off him.

However, the layer of gauze wrapped behind his ears was still oozing with traces of blood, always reminding Mo Yan that the time bomb was still in his brain and could not be removed.

Mo Yan lay beside Leng Beichen, her small face gently resting on his broad shoulders, her soft fingertips gently stroked the edge of the gauze, as if she wanted to iron his wound with her own warmth.

"Young Mistress, close your eyes for a while. When the Young Master wakes up, I'll call you."

"I have to watch him wake up before I can rest assured. The bomb disposal experts clearly said that Chen would wake up soon, but it has been more than ten hours." Mo Yan's nerves were tense to the extreme.

Only when Leng Beichen wakes up within 24 hours can he pass the dangerous period smoothly, otherwise, the chance of becoming a vegetable is very high.

"You are all very tired today, go and rest, I'll be here to guard you."

Mo Yan is considerate, knowing that Chen Yuhuan and the others are as tired as she is from running around today.

Anyway, Chen Yuhuan and others are finally willing to take a nap in the next ward.

"Morning, wake up quickly, when you wake up, we will go to see the night view of Victoria Harbor."

"Chen, wake up, let's watch the birth of our fourth genius baby, shall we?"

"Chen, I regret that I didn't cherish the time when I was with you..."

That night, Mo Yan didn't dare to close her eyes, and told Leng Beichen a lot of things from the bottom of her heart.

But he never even rolled his eyes.

Mo Yan's little heart sank little by little, tears wet Leng Beichen's skirt.

In a blink of an eye, the east turned pale.

Leng Beichen's long and straight eyelashes trembled slightly.

After worrying all night, the exhausted Mo Yan shuddered, and hurriedly continued to call softly in Leng Beichen's ear, "Chen, open your eyes and look at me, I am Mo Yan~~"

Just as it was calling, a shadow enveloped it.

Mo Yan was about to turn her head to see who was coming, but in the next moment, the back of her head hurt, and her vision was plunged into darkness...

Leng Beichen felt that the strength of his whole body seemed to be bound by something, and he couldn't release it, and his body was immersed in an endless tranquility involuntarily.

As if stuck in a quagmire, unable to use any strength, he could only allow himself to sink deeper and deeper.

This is also very good, quiet, comfortable, carefree...

"Chen, I love you, I love you very much..."

In the ear, Mo Yan's call suddenly poured into his ears, and the voice became more and more real from far to near.

"Mo Yan, I love you too!"

Leng Beichen struggled desperately, using all his strength.

He can't covet this comfort and leave Mo Yan and his family behind.

"Mo Yan!" Leng Beichen suddenly opened his eyes, dripping with cold sweat.

"Brother, are you awake?" A familiar voice came out, and a concerned face resembling Mo Yan was reflected in his pupils.

Leng Beichen's pupils shrank slightly, and the face in front of him gradually became clear.

"Siyan?"