Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Don't leave me, Brother Zhe."

"We go home...home."

"Don't..."

"Xiaohan? Xiaohan? What's wrong with you?"

"En...Brother? Who?" Bai Yi was confused.

"Did he have a nightmare? I went to the doctor and you looked at him." Bai Yi said and ran out of the ward.

"Brother En... don't."

It seemed that he had a nightmare as Bai Yi said, his pale face was covered with cold sweat.

"Xiaohan?"

"Xiaohan."

"You wake up."

Tsing Yi called him over and over again, anxiously louder than ever.

"Brother En!"

Mu Han yelled, his eyes suddenly opened.

The scarred eyes were filled with horror and fear.

"Xiaohan." Tsing Yi said with joy.

However, he soon became unhappy.

He stared at Mu Han with a pair of eyes, staring at the top, without any reaction, even without blinking Mu Han, a heart hung again.

"... Xiaohan?"

He called him tentatively.

"..."

"Xiaohan, don't scare me, look at me."

His hand touched his face again, shaking with fear.

"Xiaohan? What's the matter with you, talk."

Just when Tsing Yi panicked and was about to lose his mind, Mu Han, who had been unresponsive, let out a painful grunt.

Immediately afterwards, his expressions twisted together in pain, his hands were on the position of his heart, and he firmly grasped his clothes.

The next moment, guts of blood poured out of his mouth, instantly staining his neck and chin red.

"Xiaohan."

Tsing Yi was so scared that Liushenwuzhu.

"What's the matter with you." He cupped Mu Han's face with both hands, and the blood instantly dyed his hands red.

Tsing Yi quickly rang the emergency bell on the bedside.

"Doctor, doctor."

He turned his head and shouted out loudly.

"Xiaohan, don't scare me, what's wrong with you."

"what……"

Mu Han's **** mouth was open, and the clothes on his heart were tightened by him.

"Ahem..."

Mu Han, choked by his own blood, coughed violently, splashing blood on his face.

His chest rose and fell sharply, choked with his own blood and couldn't breathe.

He smashed his heart twice, and the unbearable pain made him want to dig out his heart.

However, this is not pain, but heartache.

"Xiaohan, Xiaohan." Tsing Yi grabbed his hand that hammered his heart.

As if he could not hear Tsing Yi's words, nor could he see Tsing Yi's anxiety, his eyes widened and blood was constantly pouring out of his mouth.

"Ah..."

He seemed to have something to say, but blood was constantly pouring out of his throat, making him only roar.

Bai Yi brought doctors and nurses in, and was shocked to see the alcoholic.

The doctor hurried forward to check the situation. Seeing that the alcoholic had been clutching his heart's clothes, he concluded that he must have a heart problem again.

"Quickly, send to the emergency room and bring Dr. Wente over."

Soon, the drunkard was sent to the rescue room.

Outside the rescue room, Tsing Yi, who was completely injured and with a bandage on his head, trembled with fright and couldn't even sit firmly.

"Calm down, don't panic, don't panic."

Bai Yi himself was frightened, but he kept comforting Tsing Yi.

I thought it would be a long and tormented wait, but I didn't want the door of the rescue room to open in less than 40 minutes.

After Tsing Yi was dumbfounded for two seconds, his heart was cold.

How come so fast.