Mr. Mu has special provocative skills

But Mu Yunting didn't answer, and only said to the little drug boy, "Go down."

After the little drug boy went down, Qi Jun lightly sat back on the bed, "How is it? Did you find anything?"

"That little drug boy has a problem."

"Why is there a problem?"

"Ordinary teenagers would be so frightened that they could speak incoherently when encountering such a thing. How could they answer my questions in an orderly manner like him?"

"... That's true. So what are we going to do now?"

"It seems that those people are determined to put me to death. If I miss one hit, there will be another move." He said to himself.

"Yunting, why don't you... hand over that kid to the Public Security Bureau and apply for police protection?"

"If protection is useful, there won't be so many troubles. Don't you understand? Jun Qing, they are existences that the police dare not provoke, let alone the mere Mu family."

"..."

"Jun Qing, today we are just meat on the cutting board, ready to be slaughtered."

"..." Mu Yunting's helpless words made Qi Junqing finally realize how insignificant they are.Even if the country is as rich as an enemy, in the face of absolute power, it is nothing but an ant.

What's more, they are just some well-known businessmen in City B.

"For the current plan, this deadlock can be resolved only by seeing the top leader. Jun Qing, it's up to you."

"But Yunting, even if I have the ability to reach the sky, I'm afraid I can't convince the old man."

"Hmm... Jun Qing, do you still remember the saying in the book of war, 'Hit a snake and hit seven inches'? As long as you hit the key point, everything will be fine. If he can't make a decision, we will help him."

"……it is good."

……

Mu Yunting sent someone to secretly hand over the little drug boy to the police. Using some special means, he made him reveal the truth within half a day.

Soon, the police found Master Ming hidden in a box in the basement of the medical building.

The old man had never suffered such humiliation in his life, and he couldn't wait to yell "wuwu" with his mouth still wrapped in tape.

After the police untied him and tore off the tape, he shouted angrily: "This villain!"

Everything came to light. After a day and a half of recuperation, at 23:[-] pm on the [-]rd, the operation was held as scheduled.

When Mu Yunting was pushed into the operating room, Qi Junqing wanted to change into the isolation suit and follow him in, but he stopped him.

At that time, Mu Yunting was lying on a mobile hospital bed, wearing an oxygen mask.His face was pale, and his whole body almost blended into the white bedding.

He looked at Qi Junqing fixedly, and slightly parted his lips, "Come here..."

Qi Jun walked over obediently, bent down, and looked at him with the same concentration.

Mu Yunting whispered a word in his ear, Qi Jun lightly shook his body, his face was gloomy, he straightened up, and never said anything about going into the operating room.

Just like that, he watched as Mu Yunting was pushed in.

The door closed and the red light came on.

Master Ming put on a mask and gloves, and sterilized the tools aside, "Are you afraid?"

Mu Yunting shook his head, "Please."

Master Ming glanced at him in surprise, it was the first time he saw a young man facing the threat of death without any fear, and instead looked normal.

At the same time, he was also very grateful. It had been a long time since no one believed in him so wholeheartedly and put his life in his hands without reservation.

As each needle was advanced, Mu Yunting's eyes gradually turned white, and after a while, his consciousness gradually faded away.

The moment he closed his eyes, he thought, after such a sleep, he wonders if he can wake up?

Perhaps, this time it really dissipated with the wind.

The atmosphere in the operating room was very tense for a while, no one spoke, only the sound of the instrument and interlaced breathing.

Master Ming didn't dare to be sloppy for a moment, because the one in front of him not only controls at least a quarter of the economic lifeline of City B, he is also a young life.

If you make a wrong step, you will lose everything. He dare not bet.

He manipulated the scalpel and slowly cut open his left chest.The young man closed his eyes tightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised as if he was having a sweet dream, which made everyone present feel a little more relaxed.

The reason why this operation is extremely dangerous is because he needs to cut a section of blood vessel in the human body and connect it to the heart.The blood vessels are very thin, if you cut the wrong one or cut the artery with one knife, it will be over.

Moreover, there are tens of thousands of blood vessels around the heart, intertwined, where are they connected?How to pick it up?Every step is like a gamble.

This means that Master Ming created this operation by himself, and experimented repeatedly in the initial stage of perfection. Every step was engraved in his heart, and he could do it with his eyes closed.If it were someone else, maybe the failure rate would increase again.

The operation was proceeding in an orderly manner. Master Ming had successfully transplanted a small piece of blood vessel from Mu Yunting's thigh to the heart. Just as he was about to suture, the instruments beside him beeped frantically.

"what happened?!"

"It's not good! The patient's blood pressure suddenly dropped!"

"How much?"

"High 80, low 45. It's below the critical value!"

"Prepare for the injection now!"

Master Ming's hand only trembled for a moment, and then immediately regained its stability.He kept his hands on and tightened his stitches, while the students and assistants on the side were slowly pushing an injection, but this didn't affect him at all.

Soon, the chest was sutured, and the blood pressure was finally barely back to normal.

Unsurprisingly.

Master Ming bandaged the wound carefully for him, and then checked his various values. Although everything was hovering around the critical value, it was still normal on the whole.The change just now seemed to have never happened.

What's going on here?he thinks.

Mu Yunting was pushed out.

Four hours had passed, and it was seven o'clock in the evening.

In the empty corridor, only Qi Junqing was waiting there.

When the red light went out, he crouched next to the bench, his head in his hands.Hearing the movement, he stood up "suddenly", looked eagerly at the gradually opening door, and blurted out almost subconsciously: "How is it?"

Master Ming took off his mask and shook his head.

Qi Junqing saw his movements, and instantly froze on the spot, "Yun..."

He couldn't even say Mu Yunting's name completely.

Seeing his appearance, Master Ming smiled helplessly, "It's really not easy to see your boy like this. The operation is successful, and you will be able to see him in a while."

Qi Jun was stunned for a moment when he heard the words lightly, he didn't understand what Master Ming meant at first.

He tilted his head to hear better.

When he reacted, he was ecstatic!

He rushed over, trying to find Mu Yunting behind Master Ming, but was stopped by Master Ming, "Young man is frizzy, be careful not to bring fungus to him. He will stay in the ICU for a few more days. Only when you have survived this test can you truly be out of danger."