Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The boy couldn't help muttering.

The next moment, completely out of the control of the brain, he yelled in compliance with his heart:

"...Brother Mu Han?"

A familiar name.

Familiar to him as if he had called this name thousands of times, engraved in his bones.

The drunkard shook his whole body, and this light and fluttering "Brother Mu Han" that could not be heard seemed to be called into his heart.

Familiar with the voice that he could no longer be familiar with, he searched for nearly nine years...

The drunkard was a little confused.

"You, did you hear anything just now?" He looked around emotionally, not knowing what he was looking for.

"Voice? What sound?"

"Nothing."

Although the door is not closed at the moment, and there are a few doctors, nurses and patients passing by occasionally, this is very common.

But he would ask, obviously not asking these ordinary voices.

The two nurses said that they had not heard, but the teenager on the side was surprised by the alcoholic's reaction.

Did he...heard his voice?

Isn't he a mortal? How can I hear his voice?

"……are not there?"

The drunkard looked at the ward where there was no fourth person except for the three of them, and his heart throbbed twice.

He had a heart problem, but he knew clearly that the pain was not due to illness.

But heartache.

The eye sockets were red uncontrollably, and the eyes were sore and uncomfortable.

He seemed to have heard Ge Zhi calling him just now.

"Did you have auditory hallucinations? There is a problem with your hearing. It should be normal to have auditory hallucinations."

"Mu Han, let's go to the operating room first. The operation is about to begin. This operation is very important."

"Where is Tsing Yi?"

He still ignored the nurse's words and looked at the door anxiously.

"I don't know, you can call to ask, the doctor was still looking for him to sign."

"……it is good."

The drunkard tremblingly dialed Tsing Yi's phone, and the blind tone from the phone made him even more anxious.

"Sorry, the call you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please call again later..."

No one answered.

The drunkard pressed his crazy thoughts and dialed it again.

However, no one answered.

His already trembling hands were shaking violently now.

There was a rush of footsteps, and the figure of the nurse before appeared at the door of the ward, just listening to her panting, shouting to the alcoholic on the bed:

"It's not good, Mu Han, Brother Tsing Yi had a car accident, and he was just sent to the hospital for rescue."

A "boom" blasted in his brain, and for a moment his heart almost stopped beating.

Hardly waiting for the brain to react, the body has already reacted.

The drunkard, who has been sick and even walking and needs help from nowhere, got out of the bed like crazy and rushed out of the ward, without even putting on his shoes.

"Mu Han."

"Mu Han, where are you going?"

The three nurses chased them out.

Stumbled all the way to the rescue room.

I just saw the doctors and nurses hurried into the rescue room pushing the operation cart.

Before the door of the rescue room was closed, the drunkard rushed in.

On the operating table, a person who was fine an hour ago, was covered in blood now, unconscious.

The wound on his head was still bleeding, making his gentle face red.

The nurse is stopping the bleeding.

The drunkard almost froze and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he held the wall, barely supported it and didn't fall down, but was shaking uncontrollably.

"Mu Han? Aren't you going to prepare for surgery? Why are you here?" The nurse who was about to close the door asked aloud as he watched the staggering drunk who broke in suddenly.