She hid her pregnancy and faked her death, and the CEO turned gray overnight

Yu Xi lowered her voice and briefly described the situation she knew.

"Don't worry, the needle tip is contaminated with my newly developed suspended animation drug. Although she wakes up temporarily, she will fall into shock again within an hour or two."

The reason for doing this is to stabilize Wenqing's vital signs. If the acupuncture is not administered, she will definitely die.

Secondly, let Zhou Gu see the slightest hope before driving him into the abyss.

And only when the Zhou family's medical team personally told him that Qingqing's heart was damaged would he face the truth of five years ago.

After a moment of silence, Qin Yan's low and hoarse voice came from the phone again, "Follow the plan and let me know what happens over there."

"Okay, I'll go to the hospital with them first."

...

Zhou Gu contacted the medical team on the way to the hospital and asked them to stand by and prepare for rescue matters.

More than 20 minutes later, Wenqing, covered in blood, was pushed into the operating room.

Zhou Gu tightly grasped the surgeon's arm and said solemnly: "I don't care what method you use, you must save her life."

The chief surgeon didn't dare to offend the tyrant by saying depressing words at this time, so he just kept agreeing.

But he was panicking. He observed the lady carefully when she pushed her in. It was the look of someone who is about to die.

On this mission, I might lose my job, or at worst, I might lose my life.

But I can’t say that I am suffering.

The door of the operating room was closed. Zhou Gu looked at the blood staining his hands, slowly sliding down the wall, and collapsed directly on the ground.

He is extremely regretful now.

If he had known that the knife would threaten her life, he would not have taken the risk of stabbing her in even if he fought to the death with Fahrenheit.

But there is no medicine for regret in this world.

He can't control her life, everything can only be left to fate.

"Boss, there was something wrong with the surveillance in the private room of the teahouse. Nothing was captured."

Akun's voice rang in his ears.

When Zhou Gu came to the hospital with warmth, he stayed in the teahouse to investigate the situation, but it turned out that the surveillance system was broken and nothing was left.

Zhou Gu woke up from his daze and suddenly looked at A Kun, his eyes as cold as ice blades.

Is there a problem with monitoring?

Is it a coincidence?

Or artificial?

If it was man-made, then the meeting between the two of them would not be simple.

Qingqing stabbed Wenwen with a knife even though she knew that outsiders were intruding. What stimulation did she receive?

Somehow, he thought of the two previous times when his wife had poisoned Wen Wen, acting like a madman, as if she was bewitched.

Is it...

Before he could think about it, the door of the emergency room suddenly opened.

The surgeon in charge came out with a solemn look on his face, a look of shame on his brows.

Zhou Gu quickly calmed down, strode up to him, and asked in a deep voice: "She came out so soon. Is her condition stable?"

The chief surgeon wiped the sweat from his forehead, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

Especially after feeling the cold aura emanating from the tyrant, I was terrified to the core.

This evil god is not a kind master, and he has countless lives in his hands.

Seeing a look of impatience gradually showing on his face, he quickly said bravely: "Husband, my wife's heart has seriously exceeded its load and her life is in danger."

After they entered, the first thing they checked was Wenqing's heart.

Just after scanning with the instrument, my dear, my heart is completely congested and swollen, and it can no longer beat normally.

Zhou Gu suddenly reached out and grabbed the collar of his white coat, staring at him with red eyes, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

"How could her heart be severely overloaded? That knife could not have done any harm to her at all. You quack doctor, don't you think nothing of human life?"

The surgeon in charge had sweat pouring from his forehead.

"The stab she just stabbed was indeed not fatal, but Madam's heart has an old injury, and it is fatal."