He was on fire at the apex of Yan Ye's heart

Xing Yu's injury was only on his chest. After the bullet penetrated his body armor, it shot into his chest cavity, and then shot out from behind, leaving a hole in his heart and lungs.

After losing a lot of blood, his body temperature dropped rapidly, and death was a certainty.

The doctor didn't dare to delay, and directly stuffed the pill into Xing Yu's mouth, "Eat it."

Xing Yu swallowed hard.

The moment the elixir entered his stomach, he felt his body heat up, and the brows that were frowning because of the pain relaxed.

The doctor let out a long breath, his eyes brightened, "Boss, it's useful."

Yan Chen hummed, and ordered, "Arrange for a helicopter and quickly send him to the hospital for treatment."

After finishing speaking, he looked sideways at Cheng Mo who was still venting, and said lightly, "Are you done yet?"

Cheng Mo's face was stained with blood, and his red eyes made him look like a wild beast.

Hearing Yan Chen's words, his movements froze suddenly, and he raised his head tremblingly, "Boss, aren't you sad?"

Why is the boss's expression so calm? Could it be that he didn't feel at all about Xing Yu's death?

Yan Chen took out a tissue and wiped the blood off his face, "I'm fine, why am I sad?"

Cheng Mo: "..."

He quickly turned his head and looked at Xing Yu who was still lying on the ground, his lips trembling, "It's all right? His chest is broken."

Yan Chen: "..."

How could he have such a stupid subordinate?

The team members next to him couldn't help laughing, and gave Cheng Mo a hand, "Brother Cheng, Brother Xing is really fine, just now the boss gave me a elixir, Doctor Ling said that Brother Xing can be saved."

Cheng Mo's eyes widened, "Really?"

"Really, if you don't believe me, ask Dr. Ling."

Cheng Mo turned his head abruptly again, looking at Ling Rong.

Ling Rong's expression had already relaxed, and there was even a smile on the corner of his lips, "I'm really fine, but if you keep delaying like this, maybe it will happen."

Cheng Mo was dumbfounded. It took him a long time to realize, and he wiped away the tears that were gushing out, "I'll have someone bring the helicopter over right away."

Hold.

People are fine.

I cried for nothing.

Three minutes later, several helicopters flew over a flat land in the mountains and forests.

Cheng Mo and the three team members carefully lifted Xing Yu up.

Ling Rong looked at Yan Chen's wounds and said, "Boss, this place is closer to the Shanghai stock market. I suggest going directly to the Shanghai stock market."

Although Xing Yu's life was temporarily saved, if the operation is not performed in time, his life will still be in danger.

Yan Chen leaned on the seat, her slender and proud long legs were slightly bent, and her superb eyebrows were as gorgeous as a snowstorm.

The sleeve of the right hand was rolled up, and there was a horrible blood hole in it.

During the fierce battle just now, his arm was shot through by a bullet.At that time, everyone paid attention to Xing Yu, but no one noticed.

Ling Rong didn't realize something was wrong until he got on the plane.

Looking at the injury, Ling Rong frowned fiercely.

This injury is a bit serious, it may have hurt a nerve, the boss's hand... I'm afraid it will be affected.

Thinking of Yuehuai, Yan Chen hummed lightly, "Then go to Shanghai stock market."

Cheng Mo won't cry now, but his eyes are still swollen. Hearing this, he couldn't help but say, "Boss, what kind of medicine did Yue Shao give?"

After knowing that Xing Yu was rescued, he was a little stunned, his head was numb, and he finally reacted when he heard about the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Yan Chen slanted his eyes, and his tone was unhurried, very loose, "I don't know."

Cheng Mo: "..."

Dare to feed Xing Yu without knowing?How much does the boss trust Yueshao?

The helicopter flew at full strength, and after an hour, it stopped on the roof of a hospital that was not open to the public.

The people in the hospital had received the news earlier, carried the stretcher, and waited on the roof.

As soon as Xing Yu came out, they carried him to the operating room.

The dean, surnamed Ruan, was startled when he saw the bandages on Yan Chen's arms, "Mr. Yan, are you alright?"

Yan Chen casually said, "It's okay, let's save Xing Yu first."

Dean Ruan responded, "It's already been arranged. Ling Rong will perform the operation. Do you want me to take a look at your hand?"

Yan Chen nodded dispensably.

In the treatment room, Dean Ruan arranged for the director of surgery to see Yan Chen's injuries.

The chief of surgery took off the bandage, saw Yan Chen's wound clearly, and his expression suddenly became serious, "Mr. Yan, your injury..."

He stopped and didn't continue talking.

Cheng Mo was also at the side, because Xing Yu came out before, he didn't have the mind to pay attention to Yan Chen, but now he heard the director's words, his expression changed.

"What happened to the boss' injury?"

The chief of surgery disinfected the wound with alcohol, and said with hesitation in his voice, "It may have hurt a nerve, and it will... have an impact in the future."

Cheng Mo was stunned, "Influence? What influence."

The director of surgery glanced at Yan Chen's face, pursed his lips, "Maybe I can't pick up the gun."

Like a bucket of cold water being poured on his head, Cheng Mo's heart went cold.His eyes were bloodshot, "Then...then what should I do?"

Their wolf team faces heinous criminals every day. If they can't hold a gun...then...it means that Shao Yan is useless.

Yan Chen didn't care about it, her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, "Cure it first, and then we'll talk about it if it can't be cured."

Cheng Mo's eyes were red, he glanced at Yan Chen, and walked out directly.

Once outside the door, he picked up his phone, found out Yuehuai's WeChat account, and made a voice call.

Yuehuai is in class, and this class is Lao Ren's class.

Hearing the buzzing vibration, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Lao Ren also heard it, and glanced in the direction of the sound, "Yuehuai, is it yours?"

Mobile phones are not allowed in class, and Yuehuai never openly defies this rule to answer the phone in class.

He is very satisfied with this point of Yuehuai. He has good grades but is not arrogant. He knows to respect him as a teacher and the school's regulations.

Yue Huai took out the phone and glanced at it, "Sorry, I forgot to turn off the airplane mode."

Lao Ren waved his hand, "It's okay, maybe there is something urgent, you can take it first."

Yue Huai paused, "Thank you, I'll go out and pick it up."

While they were talking, the voice call was automatically hung up because no one answered it for a long time.

But he paused for a second, then continued to call in.

Yue Huai walked outside the door, saw the profile picture and name displayed on the screen, frowned, and tapped the connection.

Cheng Mo's voice was particularly unsteady, trembling and anxious, "Young Master Yue, are you in class? Can you come to the hospital?"

Yue Huai's eyes paused, "Did something happen to Xing Yu?"

"No." Cheng Mo spoke two minutes faster, he was too impatient, and didn't realize how Yue Huai knew about Xing Yu's accident, "It's the boss, his hand was injured. The doctor said it was very serious, and he may have injured his nerves."

Yue Huai's pupils shrank, and the fingers holding the phone trembled uncontrollably. Before he could tell Lao Ren, he walked downstairs quickly.

"give me the address."

Cheng Mo gave him a long list of addresses.

Yue Huai hung up the phone and arrived at the school gate, instead of taking a car, she used her internal strength to walk.

He walked so fast that his body almost became an afterimage.

Pedestrians on the side of the road sensed something was wrong, and when they subconsciously turned their heads to look, they saw nothing.

It took Yuehuai 10 minutes to drive for 15 minutes.

When he arrived at the hospital, his face became extremely pale.

Cheng Mo was waiting at the entrance of the hospital, startled, "Young Master Yue, why is your face so pale?"

Yue Huai waved his hand, panting a bit, "Where's the person?"

"Upstairs, the doctor is bandaging him."

Yue Huai hummed, and with a thought, she subconsciously wanted to calculate Yan Chen's position, but found that nothing could be calculated, and her brows were full of dryness.

"How many floors?"

"three……"

Before Cheng Mo finished speaking, he realized that Yue Huai had disappeared. He was startled, subconsciously raised his head, and could only see a blurry afterimage.

Depend on!

Hallucination!

Yue Huai went up to the third floor, pushed the doors one by one until the fifth door, and saw Yan Chen.

The doctor held the needle in his hand and was about to help Yan Chen suture, when he heard the sound, he raised his head subconsciously.

"who are you?"

Yan Chen also raised her head, her peach blossom eyes flashed in astonishment, "Huai Huai."

Yuehuai's bangs were drenched in cold sweat, her porcelain-white face became even whiter, her skin, her black eyes, she couldn't look away after just one glance.

He walked quickly to the doctor, pulled out the needle in his hand, and threw it away.

"Can't sew."

The doctor saw that Yan Chen and Yue Huai knew each other. Although he was a little displeased because of his rude behavior, he didn't get angry and just looked at Yan Chen.

Yan Chen nodded slightly, "Listen to him."

Yue Huai sterilized herself with disinfectant, pinched Yan Chen's arm, and looked at it carefully, her voice was calm and emotionless.

"Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?"

Yan Chen was rarely guilty, and touched the tip of his nose, "I'm afraid you're worried."

Yue Huai said coldly, "I won't worry if you can't use your arm."

Yan Chen wiped the sweat off his forehead distressedly, "Don't be angry, it won't be like this next time."

Yuehuai was still irritable, like a beast was trapped in his chest, which made him want to vent fiercely.

He pressed hard, took out the silver needle from his pocket, looked up at the doctor, "Alcohol, disinfect."

Cheng Mo just came in at this time, seeing the doctor in a daze, he poked him, "Hurry up."

The doctor came back to his senses and hurriedly disinfected Yan Chen.

The alcohol was poured down, and the blood from the wound was washed away, revealing the whitish wound.

The wound was the size of a thumb, and white bones and bloody red flesh could be seen inside.

It's quite permeable.

Yan Chen couldn't help stretching out his hand to cover Yue Huai's eyes, "Don't look."

With cold brows and eyes, Yue Huai pulled his hand away, sterilized the silver needles with alcohol, and plunged into the acupuncture points on his arm one by one.

Once the needle was stuck, Yan Chen found that it didn't hurt much.

Yuehuai stretched out her hand, "Scissors."

The doctor passed the tissue scissors over.

Yue Huai cut open Yan Chen's wound, looked up and saw his lips turned white, "It hurts a bit, bear with it."

Yan Chen hummed, chuckled, and coaxed, "I'll bear it, don't be angry."

Yue Huai ignored it, drooping her brows and eyes, went to get the needle and thread, threaded it, stretched the tweezers into the blood hole, found the nerve, and began to sew.

Yan Chen trembled all over, the pain made her whole body tremble.

Cheng Mo's teeth were sore watching from the side, and seeing Yan Chen's forehead dripping with cold sweat, he couldn't help but feel distressed, "Young Shao, why don't you get some anesthesia?"

Who can bear this kind of pain.

It was their boss who was stubborn and didn't say a word.

Yuehuai moved nimbly through the flesh and pulled the thread, her voice was terribly cold, "If you want his hand to be useless, you can use it."

Cheng Mo: "..."

He dared not speak out.

The doctor stared blankly, with a dumbfounded expression.

He is also a surgeon, and he has stitched wounds thousands of times, but this is the first time he has seen someone who can sew nerves.

Nerves, it's not like flesh and blood, it can be sewn together easily, it's very thin, if it can't be connected, it will be a waste of the whole.

But the one in front of him named Yue Shao not only sewed it, but his hands are still steady, as if he has done it millions of times.

In less than half an hour, Yuehuai connected the nerve, took out a elixir, and handed it to the doctor, "Grind it into powder and sprinkle it on."

The doctor took it with both hands, and didn't mind that Yuehuai ordered him to do such a trivial thing. He quickly ground the elixir and sprinkled it carefully and evenly on Yanchen's wound.

Yue Huai lost his strength a little, and sat down on the chair, holding his knees with both hands, panting lightly.

At this moment, the door of the ward was pushed open again.

A member of the wolf team rushed in, "Boss, it's not good, something happened to Brother Xing."