The reborn wife is so good at flirting, Mr. Bo spoils her at his own risk

The oxygen-starved brain stimulated her senses. Just before the last trace of air in her lungs was about to be squeezed out, she realized that both she and the rest of the Long family had made a wrong bet!

I'm afraid that only in front of Jingran, Bo Zhanchen is the real Bo Zhanchen who has taken off his mask and is alive with flesh and blood.

At other times, he is still the ruthless machine with a strong anti-social personality!

In the first few years when Bo Zhanchen was sent abroad, severe psychological disorders gave him a strong tendency to self-destruct.

In his eyes, there is no good or evil, no right or wrong. There is no difference between killing a person and killing an ant.

The only one who could make his heart fluctuate was Jingran from beginning to end!

Long Qi's pupils trembled, and she suddenly laughed as if she was crazy, "Hahaha, Bo Zhanchen, you are not cured, are you?"

Even in order to better adapt to the humane society in China, Bo Zhanchen put on layers of masks for himself.

But in essence, he is still the madman!

Bo Zhanchen's eyes became calmer, and even his body adjusted to an extremely relaxed state.

But the hand he was holding on Long Qi's neck was still secretly exerting force.

It seemed that in just the next second, Bo Zhanchen would break her neck.

"Shut your mouth if you don't want to die!" Chen Zhao warned through gritted teeth and glared at the crazy woman.

He raised the still-lit call interface in front of Bo Zhanchen.

"Bo Zhanchen, Jingran is still waiting for us to come over. Don't waste your time on people who are not worthy of her."

The two words Jingran quickly brought back Bo Zhanchen's consciousness. His pupils flashed twice, and he casually let go of his hand, throwing Long Qi to the ground as if throwing away garbage.

From beginning to end, he didn't say a word.

Long Qi covered his neck and instinctively moved his body back, "Bo Zhanchen, if you don't take action, I will definitely tell Jingran about this matter. No one will want to be with a madman...ah!"

Before Long Qi could finish her words, Chen Zhao covered her mouth and pushed her to the ground. The intense pain from her dislocated jaw made it impossible for her to say a single word.

Chen Zhao was really worried that Bo Zhanchen would kill people here. He looked at his boss anxiously, "Mr. Bo, Long Qi just sought medical treatment because of his illness. There is no other meaning..."

But Bo Zhanchen just glanced at her coldly, "If you make a mistake, you have to pay the price. The Long family is just the beginning."

Chen Zhao knew that the glory that the Long family had built over the years might not last long.

What Bo Zhanchen hates most is when someone mentions what happened abroad.

That ghost place was cleared away by Bo Zhanchen as soon as he had the ability to set up his own business.

It's everyone's nightmare.

Neither he nor Mu Senchuan wanted to mention it again.

Chen Zhao calmed down his emotions and looked at Bo Zhanchen steadily, "I understand, Mr. Bo."

The two hurriedly got in the car, canceled their original schedule, and went straight to the hospital.

At this moment, Jingran was already blocked in the ward.

The poor attending physician was also held hostage.

Jingran leaned on her wheelchair and stared at the man holding the knife in as calm a tone as possible.

"Brother, we can talk about whatever we have to say. We can sit down and talk about things. Such a big fight will not solve the problem."

The man was covered in blood, and his hospital gown was stained through.

His hand holding the knife trembled because it was too hard, "I don't mean anything else, I just don't want to die! I want the doctors in your hospital to take out what's in my brain!"

The hospital where Jingran is currently working is completely controlled by Bo Zhanchen, and it has no business dealings with the Bo Group.

The medical teams among them are all at the top level in the country, and the business fields involved far exceed even Jingran's imagination.

Jingran's attending physician was silent for a few seconds, then turned to the man and said helplessly: "Your CT scan has come out. There is nothing in your head. If you don't believe in the diagnosis of our doctors, you have to believe in the test results of the machine." Bar?"

"You fart! You put the thing in, but you don't have the final say on what the final test result will be? I want a craniotomy! Perform surgery on me!"

Jingran didn't understand these things. Seeing the patient's hysterical appearance, she seriously suspected that this person had a brain problem.

"We can operate on you, but the person who can perform the operation is in your hands now. How about you release the person first and we can talk later?"

Jingran was exhausted mentally and physically.

Her attending physician was just making a routine ward round, but before anyone could even walk out the door, this patient barged in.

The moment he took out the knife from his waist, Jingran was dumbfounded.

This is so exciting!

Her experiences over the past few days were truly exciting.

Jingran held her waist and gestured secretly to Wu Tao, hoping that he would find an opportunity to snatch the person away.

But the man is alert enough.

He dragged the attending physician to the window, and the knife in his hand was placed across the attending physician's neck, less than one centimeter away from the carotid artery.

With just a little bit of force, the attending physician would definitely get blood splattered on the spot.

Jingran didn't dare to take risks.

Her eyes quickly fell on the man's forearm.

On the inside of this man's arm, there is a barcode one finger long, with some numbers written below.

Jingran frowned. She always felt that the tattoo looked familiar.

At this time, the security guards and personnel from related departments of a hospital were quickly in place.

Upstairs opposite the inpatient department, Jingran clearly saw several dark figures, but she quickly retracted her sight and continued to deal with that person.

"If you hold this doctor hostage, we can't operate on you..."

"I don't care!" The man's roar was deafening. Because he was so excited, the scalpel in his hand had already scratched the attending doctor's neck.

Blood spilled out where the sharp blade had scraped.

The next second, Jingran heard footsteps coming from behind, followed closely by a hand covering her eyes.

With a bang, some kind of liquid splashed onto her face, and the sound of a human body falling to the ground was immediately heard.

Jingran subconsciously wanted to remove the hand covering her face, but then she heard a familiar voice, "Don't look, let's change wards."

The woody fragrance of the man's body came through, and the deep voice made the corners of Jingran's eyes turn red.

The bloody smell around her washed away Jingran's tense nerves. In the darkness, she instinctively leaned towards Bo Zhanchen and held his hand extra hard.

"Bo Zhanchen, is that person... dead?"

"Ah."

The man only responded with a single syllable, making it impossible for Jingran to judge Bo Zhanchen's emotions. She could only let him hold her and move her to a safe place.

When she could move the hand in front of her, Jingran realized that she was already in the dean's office, and she could see Uncle Hat with a loaded gun at the door.