Mr. Huo, there is a baby in the police station who says he is your son.

"Let go!" Huo Liancheng was mysophobic and didn't like being held like this.

The little girl seemed to be on a collision course with him, hugging his leg tightly and not letting go, "You have abandoned me once, do you want to abandon me a second time?" The voice was sad, and the eyes were pitiful and helpless.

"You brat, do you want to get involved?" Huo Liancheng said a few words coldly with disgust in his eyes.

Captain Zhang Chao felt the murderous aura emanating from Huo Liancheng's body and couldn't help but sweat for this little nanny.

On one side is the coercion of power, on the other side is the dignity of the law. As a public servant of the people, how should he choose?

Finally, out of the professional ethics of a people's policeman, I decided to ask for mercy.

"This... Mr. Huo, he is your son after all. Don't be angry, be merciful, and don't hit him."

I don’t understand that for a family as wealthy and powerful as the Huo family, wouldn’t it be easy for them to raise a child?

Why are you so decisive about the little milk bag in front of you?

If Mr. Huo really refuses to recognize him, then he will not care about coercion or inducement, and will fight to the death to live up to his own morality and conscience and be a good policeman of the people.

"I said, he is not my son." Huo Liancheng's voice was as cold as ice, and it was obvious that his patience had reached its extreme.

Captain Zhang Chao saw that Mr. Huo refused to admit the child's life experience, so he secretly thought that the child's mother must have done something to offend the giant Buddha, and she was just pitiful for the innocent child.

Looking down at the little man with tears on his face, he couldn't bear it in his heart. He plucked up the courage and persuaded her again with sincerity, "No matter what grudges there are between adults, children cannot be implicated. After all, children are innocent."

"You can't understand what I said." Huo Liancheng's expression was so sinister that ink dripped from his face.

Captain Zhang Chao's scalp was numb and he looked embarrassed. He continued to persuade without fear of death, "Master Huo, I'm thinking about you too. Look, you two have exactly the same face. You don't need to do a paternity test to know that you are the father and son.

How could he not be your son? If this spreads, it will also affect your reputation and that of the Huo family.

I believe that if Master Huo knew about the existence of Master Sun, he would definitely not sit idly by and do nothing. "

He deliberately moved the old head of the Huo family out, hoping that the decisive and murderous young master Huo would be concerned about Master Huo's face and the reputation of the Huo family, and be more restrained, which could be regarded as the last bit of help for this little kid. .

Qin Xiang, the special assistant next to Huo Liancheng, never took his eyes off his face from the first moment he saw the little milk bag.

He and the eldest young master look so much alike, they are almost carved from the same mold. I am afraid that if the master and his wife were present, they would definitely take this child home on the spot and hold it in their hands as a treasure.

Seeing that Huo Liancheng was not getting enough money, he was worried that the master and his wife would be held accountable, so he had to ask, "Master, he does look a lot like you. Could it be that he is really the young master living abroad?"

Huo Liancheng saw that even Qin Xiang beside him said this. He lowered his head and looked at the little milk bag. His arrogant eyes and stern little face made him feel an inexplicable feeling of familiarity.

He was sure that he had never touched anyone else except that damn woman. Suddenly something occurred to him and he asked knowingly, "Does he really look like me?"

Qin Xiang nodded like garlic and replied firmly: "It looks like, it looks like, at least five or six points, no, it's seventy or eight points similar."

The little naughty bun looked at the two grown men complaining and gave them a blank look.

"What are you suspicious of? You want to know if I am your son. It's very simple! Just the two of us can do a DNA test together."

"If I were not your son, I would be too lazy to recognize you as my father. In the future, when you get old, I would still care for you until you die. Wouldn't it be asking for trouble?"

Huo Liancheng looked sarcastic and snorted coldly, "There are many people who want to recognize me as their father, but you may not be qualified." Then he grabbed Xiaobaobao's collar, lifted him up again, and met him. Looking level, "What's your mommy's name?"

"No comment!" Xiao Naituanzi turned away with dignity and refused to take any notice.

He keeps grabbing people by their collars, so he wants to save face, okay?

"Take the person back first." After Huo Liancheng said that, he threw the little breast dumplings away from his hands again. This time, instead of throwing them to the ground, he threw them into Qin Xiang's arms.

Qin Xiang hugged the squealing meat dumpling and hurriedly followed Mr. Huo out of the police station, got into the Rolls-Royce and drove towards the Huo family villa.

In the capital of the United States, a large specialized hospital, the cardiology department on the 16th floor, was conducting a heart transplant operation.

In the operating room, Mu Yian was wearing a sterile surgical gown, disposable sterile latex gloves and a disposable sterile cap. The two fox eyes outside the medical mask looked slightly tired, and there were dense beads of sweat on his forehead. The assistant kept wiping the sweat from her forehead with a white handkerchief.

The operation had lasted for nearly ten hours. As the chief surgeon, she had remained at her post without a moment's rest. Her physical strength was about to be exhausted.

Finally, the last suture needle pierced the patient's skin and tied a perfect knot.

She breathed a long sigh of relief. The ten-hour operation ended successfully and was a success.

With the help of an assistant, Mu Yian walked to the cleaning area, took off the bloody gloves on her hands, and cleaned her hands over and over again.

With a "pop" sound, the light above the door of the operating room went out.

Several nurses pushed the patient out of the operating room, and the head nurse behind him announced to his family members with a smile.

"The operation was successful. The patient needs to be observed in the ICU ward for a week. If there is no serious rejection reaction and the critical period is over, the patient can be transferred to the general ward."

"Thank you so much!" The family members were very excited and tightly grasped the hand of the guard chief to express their thanks.

"It's all Dr. Mu's great medical skills. You should thank her. Without Dr. Mu, I'm afraid this operation would have been difficult to succeed." The head nurse admired Mu Yi'an in her heart, and when she mentioned her name, she couldn't hide the pride in her tone.

Mu Yi'an just walked out of the operating room at this time.

When the patient's family members saw the visitor, they all walked towards her and surrounded her to express their gratitude.

Mu Yi'an never liked to deal with such a scene, so he exchanged a few words with his family members, handed over the following matters to his assistant, and walked towards the office alone.

She was so tired that she just wanted to go home, take a hot bath, have a good sleep, and pick up her precious son.

In order for the operation to go smoothly, she had not gone home for two days, no, it should be three days to be precise.

As long as Mu Yi'an thinks of her son pouting and looking at her with sad eyes, accusing her of spending too little time with him, the corners of Mu Yi'an's mouth can't help but curl up, and the heart of an old mother has already flown to his side. , wishing he could step on the Hot Wheels under his feet and teleport before his son.

She couldn't help but quicken her steps. She returned to the office, quickly took off her work clothes, put on her windbreaker, and left quickly with her bag. When she walked to the elevator, her cell phone suddenly rang. She didn't even look at it, but answered the phone. Press the elevator button.

"An An, you are finally willing to answer the phone, woo hoo hoo~ Xiaobao..." The other person on the phone didn't finish a sentence and started crying.