The saliva touched Mu Mian's face, and when Mu Mian reached out to wipe it off, it fell to the ground again.
Mu Mian's face trembled violently, and he took two deep breaths in a row, and then suppressed the prehistoric force in his body that wanted to smash Song Fei.
"You're going crazy." Mu Mian smiled. He pulled out a few pieces of paper, crumpled them into balls, and stuffed them roughly into Song Fei's mouth. "You don't have two days to live, let's see how long you can go crazy."
Song Fei looked contemptuous, she didn't even bother to look at him, her eyes hurt even if she looked at Mu Mian more.
Song Fei's frivolous and contemptuous appearance, in Mu Mian's eyes, was really awkward, fearing that if he stayed for a while, he would not be able to resist her, so Mu Mian turned and left.
The room was completely plunged into darkness.
Song Fei stared at the darkness quietly, missing that guy who was afraid of the dark, wondering what that guy was doing now-
Walking out of Song Fei's ward, Mu Mian saw the black figure standing at the end of the corridor, turned on his toes, and walked towards the person in the shadow.
"When is the best time for surgery?" Mu Mian stood in a dimly lit corner, talking to the person in front of him.
"I have already started preparations here, and the plan can be launched the day after tomorrow."
"OK."
Mu Mian patted the man's shoulder and sighed: "Director Zhu, work hard, this matter is done, I will let you be the dean."
Zhu Yuanwen nodded slightly, and said respectfully, "I will try my best."
"Um."
After walking out of the hospital and standing at the gate of Xinqiao Hospital, Mu Mian looked up at the dark 8th floor before quickly getting into the car.
Sitting in the driver's seat, Mu Mian pulled off his tie, feeling restless.
In fact, he is not as calm as he looks. This is killing, killing for his own daughter! A real person!
Unable to calm down, Mu Mian quickly turned on the night light, searched in the carriage, and finally he found a pack of cigarettes. He pulled out one, lit it quickly, and took a long breath.
Smoke is a good thing, it can numb people's conscience.
Under the comforting effect of nicotine, Mu Mian gradually regained his composure. After the cigarette was smoked, Mu Mian started the car and left.
As soon as he left, a girl in a gray-black hoodie appeared at the spot where he had just parked. The girl stopped in place for a while before walking to the gate of Xinqiao Hospital.
Standing at the gate, she raised her head like Mu Mian did before, and looked upstairs. Staring at the dark floor, Mu Qiu's eyes moved slightly.
What is hidden there
The dark and empty 8th floor is like the belly of a monster, quietly swallowing all the strangers who step into its territory.
The flat shoes stepped on the floor tiles in the corridor, making a muffled sound, which gripped people's hearts. The faint green light of the fire indicator light was reflected on Mu Qiu's face, and her fair face was slightly green, like a devil walking out of hell.
From left to right, Mu Qiu tried to open each door in turn. After opening seven or eight doors in a row, finally the handle of one door could be unscrewed.
Mu Qiu held the handle, and the corners of his lips curled up.
Got you!
click—
The door opened.
Inside the room, the person on the bed moved his limbs, and the fabric of the clothes made a slight friction sound on the bed. In the darkness, a pair of iceberg-like cold and indifferent eyes stared quietly at Mu Qiu who suddenly appeared without any emotion.
When Mu Qiu heard the voice, the corners of his lips turned up even more. She turned around, facing the direction of the bed.
By the neon lights of the road outside the building, Mu Qiu saw a person tied up on the bed. The light was blurred, and the man was thin and indistinguishable from male and female.
Mu Qiu took small steps and walked to the bed. She bent down slightly, stared closely at the woman's face on the bed for a while, and then said with a smile, "Hello, Song Fei."
She was not surprised at all, as if she had expected to see Song Fei here.
Song Fei moved her body but did not speak.
"It turns out I was gagged." Mu Qiu reached out to take the ball of paper from Song Fei's mouth, and while taking it, complained to Mu Mian dissatisfiedly, "Father, what are you doing so rude to you? Shut up too much." It's hard."
Song Fei regained the right to speak. "You impress me." These words are more ironic than compliments.
Mu Qiu frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand Mu Qiu's words.
"I thought you didn't know." Song Fei sneered, "So you are the big bad wolf hiding behind."
Mu Qiu disagreed with Song Fei's comment. She spoke calmly and corrected Song Fei's words: "I didn't do anything, all of this was planned by my father. You are very unfortunate, but you have the same blood as me, and it happens to match my antibody."
When speaking, Mu Qiu's expression was very innocent, as if she had been greatly wronged.
"Stop playing innocent in front of me, you'll feel like vomiting." Song Fei's voice was icy cold, like frost and snow in winter, or ice fields in high mountains. It is also pleasant to speak foul language with such a voice.
Song Fei stared at Mu Qiu's face and thought this was really funny. "You are clean and you are holy, your mother is purer than glutinous rice dumplings, you are innocent and you are pitiful in the whole world."
Being scolded, Mu Qiu didn't say a word. The grievance had disappeared from her face, and it became gloomy. "You're also a sister, but your mouth is much more stinky than Song Ci's."
What Mu Qiu said was the truth, Song Fei didn't refute it. Song Fei was curious about one thing, "Mu Mian wants to know that the precious daughter he tried so hard to save is a black-hearted poisonous snake, and I don't know whether he should be relieved or disappointed."
Mu Qiu said firmly: "He won't know." No one will know, Mu Qiu's true face.
Song Fei let out another 'heh', "Your father wants to kill me and dig out my heart to save you, what do you think?"
"What do I think?" Mu Qiu pressed Song Fei's slender fingers on Song Fei's chest and stroked it gently. She smiled and said, "I don't know anything. I only know that I am critically ill and comatose. People with antibody matches died unexpectedly."
"That kind person gave me her heart, and I will continue to live with a grateful heart and her regret."
Hearing this, even Song Fei was somewhat shocked by Mu Qiu's shamelessness. "Dug out the heart of a living person to renew your life, Mu Qiu, aren't you afraid of having nightmares?"
Mu Qiu was still smiling, but his eyes turned hard, "You are wrong, that is a heart donated by a kind person, how could I have a nightmare?"
""damn it!
In her heart, she labeled Mu Qiu as 'brazen', and Song Fei couldn't help but sigh, "A person like you should live on. If Qu Cai is dead, live on. It's up to you to protect the earth."
Facing Song Fei's sarcasm, Mu Qiu not only didn't get angry, but instead smiled and said, "Thank you for thinking highly of me. Don't worry, I won't waste your heart." They chatted heart-to-heart, their tone was gentle, like A pair of good friends are talking about the sunny weather today, which is suitable for fishing.
Looking at Song Fei with tender eyes, Mu Qiu actually comforted Song Fei, she said: "Don't forget about Song Ci, I will treat Song Ci very well in the future, and I will treat her like a sister."
Good for Song Ci
Thinking of Song Ci's tragic experience in her previous life, Song Fei felt that Mu Qiu's words were hypocritical and ridiculous! "If your heart becomes ill again and you can't find a suitable heart, will you not let Song Ci go when that day comes?"
Hearing Song Fei's question, Mu Qiu froze for a moment, unable to answer.
"Look, you keep saying that you want to treat Song Ci as your own sister, but you will still kill her for your own sake." Song Fei saw through Mu Qiu's despicable soul, "Mu Qiu, you are really not a thing."
"What a waste!"
Song Fei admired Mu Qiu a little bit, this dog looks gentle and well-behaved, but is actually a group of dark hearts.
Mu Qiu suddenly took out a few more sheets of paper, quickly squeezed them into balls, and stuffed them into Song Fei's mouth. The whole world was quiet, and Mu Qiu's flustered and frightened heart finally calmed down.
"Rest well, I'm leaving."
After getting bored, Mu Qiu left in a hurry. -
When Mu Mian returned home, he saw that the living room was empty, so he went upstairs. He went to the third floor first, wanting to have a few words with Mu Qiu.
"Autumn, are you asleep?" Mu Mian knocked on the door, but there was no response. He opened the door without authorization, only to find that Mu Qiu was not at home.
Where are you going
Mu Mian returned to the master bedroom on the second floor and saw Du Tingting was still playing with her mobile phone. He asked Du Tingting, "Qiu'er hasn't come back yet?"
"She said she wanted to drink a cup of milk tea, so she went out to buy milk tea." Du Tingting turned off her mobile phone and shrank into the quilt. Her neck was completely hidden in the quilt, and only her face was exposed.
Staring at Mu Mian's somewhat messy tie, Du Tingting couldn't help asking: "Where have you been? The tie is all messed up." Thinking of some possibility, Du Tingting's face darkened slightly, and she bluffed Mu Mian, "Husband, why don't you?" Could it be that you are going to spend time and drink?"
From the time she learned of her pregnancy to the miscarriage and confinement, the two hadn't been intimate for two or three months, so Du Tingting would inevitably think too much. Mu Mian has been very disciplined these years and loves her very much. But a man is the most fickle creature, he can love you with all his heart and soul, and at the same time turn upside down with other women.
Misunderstood by Du Tingting, Mu Mian felt aggrieved and wronged. "Where, I went to Xinqiao Hospital to discuss with Director Zhu about Qiu'er's heart transplant."
"Really?" Seeing that Mu Mian didn't look like he was lying, Du Tingting was a little relieved. "Let me tell you, if you dare to find a woman outside, I won't let you go."
Although Du Tingting is gentle and considerate, she is not the kind of cowardly wife who would let her husband mess around outside. Once she finds out that Mu Mian has someone outside, she will kick him cleanly.
"Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, you can call and ask Director Zhu." Mu Mian deliberately turned cold, and condemned Du Tingting: "I love you or not, and whether I'm loyal to you, you still don't know? Say no more."
Mu Mian was really infatuated with Du Tingting. From the day he first met Du Tingting in college, Mu Mian never saw other women in his eyes.
Du Tingting finally believed Mu Mian's words. "What did Director Zhu say about the operation?"
"This time, the matter should be stable. The organ donor's health is getting worse and worse, so he can live for only two days. We should be undergoing surgery soon in autumn."
"That would be all the better."
Du Tingting felt relieved and was about to go to bed when her cell phone rang suddenly. "Who is calling so late?"
Du Tingting picked up the phone suspiciously, saw Qiu'er's name, and muttered: "This girl, is she going to stay outside tonight?"
Hearing this, Mu Mian subconsciously glanced at Cheng Yanmo's house. Seeing that the lights in Cheng Yanmo's house were dark, Mu Mian's expression was a little unpredictable.
Could it be that the two of them were having a tryst outside
Du Tingting answered the phone, "Qiu'er, why haven't you come back yet?"
"Hello!"
Unexpectedly, the person speaking on the other end of the phone was an unfamiliar male voice.
Du Tingting's face changed slightly. "Hello, where is my daughter?"
Du Tingting was worried that Mu Qiu would meet a villain or a pervert. After all, Mu Qiu was pretty, and it was night again. Being a mother is always worrying.
Seeing that Du Tingting's face changed, Mu Mian quickly took her cell phone away and put it next to his ear.
Mu Mian heard the other party say: "That's right, your daughter had a heart attack and fainted on the side of the street. We have performed CPR on her, and now she is in a coma."
"We have called an ambulance for her and are waiting for the ambulance. You are the mother of this lady, come here quickly!"
Mu Mian was overwhelmed by this news. "Where's the address, we'll come over right away!" Mu Mian was in a panic, and his words trembled.
The other party said: "Dashu Street, Dongshan District, the entrance of the milk tea shop next to the Wal-Mart supermarket!"
After cutting off the phone, Mu Mian took Du Tingting's hand and said with a serious face, "Tingting, that's right. Qiu'er had a heart attack. Fortunately, she was rescued. She is now in a coma."
Du Tingting covered her mouth on the spot, almost crying. "Why did it happen again!"
"Don't cry, put on your coat, we're going to the hospital in Dongshan District now!"
Du Tingting nodded indiscriminately, put on a coat with Mu Mian's help, ran downstairs with him, and went straight to Dongshan District by car.
On the way, Mu Mian called Zhu Yuanwen and told him to send a car to the hospital in Dongshan District to pick up Mu Qiu. He and Du Tingting went directly to Xinqiao Hospital.
It was already eleven o'clock when the two arrived at Xinqiao Hospital.
Mu Qiu was still doing the inspection, the couple could only wait at the door. At half past twelve, Mu Qiu was sent back to the ward, and Zhu Yuanwen came to Mu Qiu's ward with a pile of Mu Qiu's examination reports.
Zhu Yuanwen had already read Mu Qiu's inspection report, his face was stern, his brows were tightly frowned, and he found it difficult.
"Director Zhu, how is it?" Mu Mian couldn't understand the inspection report, but he could read his face. Zhu Yuanwen's expression showed that the situation was serious.
Zhu Yuanwen put down the examination report, looked at Mu Qiu on the hospital bed, and said softly, "Ms. Mu's heart failure has been rapid recently. Look at this examination report, the BNP value has increased too much."
"Ms. Mu is just 20 years old. Her BNP index should be less than 450pg/mL to be normal, but she is as high as 856/mL. In addition, her lungs have a slight infection, and her water and electrolytes are disturbed. Look at her lower limbs. "
Zhu Yuanwen pressed on Mu Qiu's calf, creating a small dimple, which disappeared after a while. "It's starting to swell."
Du Tingting also imitated Zhu Yuanwen's movement, and pressed on Mu Qiu's calf, and it really made a deep dimple. "What should I do?" Du Tingting's tone revealed a trace of fear, and her face was pale.
Zhu Yuanwen stared at Mu Mian, he said: "Surgical treatment is imminent, no delay."
Du Tingting grabbed Mu Mian's arm and said whether she wanted to cry or not, "Husband, didn't you say that there is a critically ill patient whose heart is suitable for Mu Qiu?"
Mu Mian nodded.
Zhu Yuanwen glanced at Mu Mian, but remained silent.
Du Tingting seemed to have taken a reassurance, she calmed down a little.
Turning around, Du Tingting held Zhu Yuanwen's hand and begged him: "Director Zhu, can we wait for two more days?"
Seeing Mu Mian nodding, Zhu Yuanwen said, "According to the speed of Miss Mu's heart failure, two or three days should still be enough."
"That's good!"
Looking at her daughter's pale face, Du Tingting selfishly hoped for the first time that another innocent person would die soon. She also knew that it was not good to have such evil thoughts, but as a mother, she was inevitably selfish.
This night, no matter how much Mu Mian persuaded, Du Tingting refused to leave the hospital and must stay in the hospital with Mu Qiu. She was afraid that Mu Qiu would not be able to hold on anymore, and if she could cherish the present time for a second, it would be one more second.
The next morning, Mu Qiu woke up first.
When she found herself in the hospital, she froze for a moment, and then a flash of pain flashed in her eyes. She remembered what happened last night on the street, she thought she would die on the spot.
I don't know if it was because he was in the hospital, or because his heart was failing every second, Mu Qiu felt tightness in his chest. She stood up and looked at the fallen leaves falling all over the ground outside the window, and couldn't help thinking: Can she still see the tender green shoots of next spring
"Qiu'er?" Du Tingting also woke up. Seeing Mu Qiu standing by the window in a daze, she also got up and walked over.
Turning her head to look at Mu Qiu, she saw that her face was a little rosy, and Du Tingting said, "Are you hungry? I'll go buy you food."
"Mom, can I give you a hug?"
Mu Qiu looked helpless.
Du Tingting's heart was so soft that she opened her arms to Mu Qiu, "Come."
Mu Qiu threw himself into Du Tingting's arms and hugged her tightly. "Last night, I almost thought that I would die on the street, and I wouldn't even see my parents for the last time. I am very satisfied to see my mother again."
"Mother."
Du Tingting: "Huh?"
In Mu Qiu's eyes, the fallen leaves in the garden downstairs were bleak and lifeless. "Mom, do you still remember the peach blossom forest we went to Nyingchi, Tibet a few years ago?"
"Why don't you remember that in the first year of high school, you made a fuss about going to Tibet, and your father deliberately put down his work and took our family to Linzhi, Tibet for fun."
"I remember that peach grove was very beautiful, and you and Song Song took a few photos in it."
Recalling the happy and interesting events at that time, Du Tingting's eyes shimmered. How happy was that time, Mu Qiu was in good health, and Song Song was as close as a family to them.
How did everything change in the blink of an eye
"I remember, it's very beautiful there." Mu Qiu closed his eyes, tears slid down and dripped on Du Tingting's sweater. "Mom, I still want to go to Linzhi to see Taolin next year."
She doesn't want to die!
Du Tingting understood Mu Qiu's hint. Her chest seemed to be tightly held by a big hand, and her breathing felt suffocated. "Autumn" Du Tingting was about to collapse, she had had enough of this torture.
Du Tingting couldn't help telling Mu Qiu: "Qiu'er, Dad said that he has found a suitable heart source for you, but the other party is seriously ill and has not passed away, so you have to wait a few more days. Do a heart transplant for you in a short time."
Hearing this, two fires were lit in Mu Qiu's silent eyes, which ignited vigorously.
Mu Qiu let go of Du Tingting, she grabbed Du Tingting's arm, and asked happily but in disbelief: "Is it true?"
Du Tingting cried and nodded, "It's really Qiu'er, you are saved! Just wait a few more days, and we will definitely save you!"
Mu Qiu wept with joy. "Great, great!"
The mother and daughter hugged each other, crying and laughing.
Knock Knock—
The sudden knock on the door woke up the overwhelmed mother and daughter.
The two separated and looked sideways at the door of the ward.
Song Ci stood there, holding a breakfast food box in his hand. Flat sneakers and denim leggings outline a fit and sexy figure.
I haven't seen her for a few days, she has lost a lot of weight, and her body under the sweater is a little thin. The pretty face with light makeup is also missing the bright and magnificent smile.
Song Ci, whose temperament had settled down, looked a little strange.
Song Ci walked in, put the food box on the bedside table, then looked back, staring at Mu Qiu and Du Tingting. "Mother, Qiu, why are you crying again?"
Mu Qiu's eyes flickered, but he didn't respond.
The joy on Du Tingting's face hadn't faded away. When Song Ci asked, she took Song Ci's slender hand and shared the joy in her heart. "Song Song, we have finally found a heart source suitable for Autumn!"
Song Ci was stunned.
"Look, found it?" Song Ci's breath was a little unsteady, and she was about to faint.
how could be
How did Mu Qiu find the right heart
Song Ci has an absurd feeling of being played by God.
Why do people who commit all kinds of evil get redemption, but really good people don't die well? Thinking of her poor dead sister, and looking at Mu Qiu again, Song Ci was filled with resentment.
Song Ci's expression was interpreted by Du Tingting as surprise and shock.
"It's a surprise, isn't it? It's also good luck. A few days ago, a person with the same blood type and antibody matching as Qiu'er had an accident and is still in critical condition. Your father has already persuaded the other patient and his family to buy his heart." .”
"I know it is illegal to buy and sell hearts, but the family is relatively poor, and the person concerned is willing to sell his heart in exchange for a sum of money for his children."
"In this way, it can be regarded as the best of both worlds."
This was what Mu Mian told Du Tingting, and Du Tingting just relayed it to Song Ci.
Song Ci forced a smile, "Really?" She turned to look at Mu Qiu, held Mu Qiu's hands, and congratulated her against her will, "Congratulations, Qiu'er, you finally got the right heart."
Mu Qiu shook Song Ci's hand, smiling lightly, "Sister, will you come and accompany me when I have the operation?" Mu Qiu stuck out her tongue uneasily, like a playful elf, she said : "With you by my side, I will feel more at ease."
Song Ci nodded absently.
After leaving the hospital, Song Ci was in a depressed mood, so she went straight to Su Beibei's coffee shop. "Akun, where's your store manager?"
Ah Kun knew Song Ci and knew that she was a friend of the store manager, so he replied, "The boss is upstairs."
Nodding, Song Ci ran upstairs slowly. She directly pushed open the partition glass door of the study, walked to Su Beibei's desk, and beat the desk hard with both hands.
Su Beibei was startled. She looked up, staring at Song Ci's angry face, raising her eyebrows in surprise. "What's the matter? Who made Song Meiren lose her temper?"
Su Beibei didn't have any inspiration. After turning on the computer for two hours, she only wrote more than 500 words, and the content was not satisfactory. Seeing Song Ci coming, Su Beibei simply turned off the computer.
Song Ci was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, her arms crossed in front of her chest, her face was sullen, a bit bluffing. She was really angry in her heart, but she didn't know where to start.
Su Beibei went downstairs and brought her a cup of coffee. "Mocha, try it."
The surface of the mocha is made of black and white garlands. Song Ci stared at the delicate garlands and finally spoke. "There is no fairness in this world."
Su Beibei: "You come to talk about philosophy with me?"
Song Ci messed up the latte art with a spoon. "Mu Mian has found a suitable heart for Mu Qiu."
Hearing this, the smile on Su Beibei's face disappeared. "As expected, there is no fairness at all." Her parents died because of Mu Mian, and the retribution finally came true on Mu Mian's children. Thought it was finally his turn to reap the consequences, but he found a heart suitable for Mu Qiu.
It's not fair.
"You haven't found anything yet?" Song Ci came here today mainly to ask about Su Beibei's progress. Song Ci couldn't wait, she couldn't wait to send that old Mu Mian to prison!
Get rid of the old ones, and then start the younger ones.
"Not yet. Here's something to show you." Su Beibei got up and went to the bookshelf, and took down a Sherlock Holmes collection.
She was sitting opposite Song Ci with a book.
"What are you doing, you want to tell me a story?" Song Ci stared at the book in her hand, wanting to get up and leave.
"What's the rush?" Su Beibei opened the book, only then did Song Ci realize that the book was empty, and it was actually a collection box in disguise. While taking out the contents, Su Beibei said, "I'm afraid that people will find out, so I can only do this."
"As expected of a person who writes suspenseful mystery novels." This brain is really incomparable to a beautiful girl like her.
Su Beibei threw a bunch of small-sized photos in front of Song Ci. Song Ci picked up the photos and looked at them, and found that the protagonists on them were all Mu Mian.
The photo recorded all of Mu Mian's whereabouts in the past two months.
Su Beibei told Song Ci: "I paid a small private detective, and she helped me supervise Mu Mian 24 hours a day. In the past two months, I have checked all the places Mu Mian has been to, but there is nothing question."
Thinking that Song Ci lived with Mu Mian for several years, perhaps Song Ci could understand the meaning behind Mu Mian's every move. Su Beibei asked her to look at the photos and analyze her insights.
After spending some time looking through all the photos, Song Ci showed a lack of interest expression. "Everything is normal, nothing suspicious."
Unwilling to give up, Song Ci flipped through the photos again, and suddenly said, "Mu Mian went to pay homage to his father alone this year?"
Su Beibei nodded, "Well, his wife was pregnant at that time and didn't accompany him. I found out that Mu Mian didn't have a good relationship with his father. How much do you know about their relationship?"
Song Ci shook his head and said, "It's not just bad." Mu Qiu's grandfather was most likely killed by Mu Mian.
In the previous life, Su Beibei took the evidence to report Mu Mian, and there were some doubts about the death of Mu Mian's father. It was only because of insufficient evidence that Mu Mian could not be convicted of patricide.
Of course, Song Ci can't tell Su Beibei directly about this kind of thing, it will make people suspicious.
Song Ci briefly talked about the relationship between Mu Mian and his father, "Mu Mian's father has a tendency to be violent. He was suppressed in the company, and he would vent his anger on his wife when he returned home."
"Mu Mian has lived in the shadow of his father's violence since he was a child, so he hates his father very much. He is most afraid of becoming like his father in his life. Therefore, after marriage, Mu Mian took good care of my mother in every possible way and was very caring. Stop blushing at her."
Su Beibei curled her lips and said, "The more you are afraid of something, the more you care about it."
"Yes. Mu Mian wholeheartedly wanted to get rid of his father's influence on him, so after Mu Mian's father died, he seldom went to worship him." Song Ci added: "I have lived in Mu's family for seven or eight years. Mu Mian doesn't go to worship his father every year, he will only go if Du Tingting strongly requests."
Song Ci picked out a few photos of Mu Mian going to the Dormition Hall, and placed them in front of her. She stared at those photos for a while, feeling that something was wrong.
Su Beibei broke the mystery with one word: "Since he hates his father so much, why did he bring his father's urn back to Dongdong after his father died?" He should have let go of it.
Song Ci was taken aback.
She hadn't thought about it.
Su Beibei analyzed again, "First of all, Mu Mian doesn't respect his father, so he doesn't need to bring his father's ashes back to Wangdong City to worship. Second, if he really wants to bring it, he should also bring his biological mother's ashes."
Mu Mian, why did he leave his beloved mother alone in his hometown, but put the ashes of his hated father in the city where he lives
Song Ci couldn't think of a reason. "Beibei, you write a lot of mystery novels, you must be smarter than me, and you will definitely find the answer to this matter."
Su Beibei sneered, glanced at Song Ci's good figure under the sweater with critical and arrogant eyes, and uttered a golden sentence: "Big breasts and no brains."
Song Ci was not angry, and was drinking coffee leisurely. "Well, you have a small breast and a high IQ, so you made a smart decision, so I leave this brain-consuming thing to you." Song Ci admitted that it was right to have a big breast and no brain.
Su Beibei was so angry that she rushed away, "Let's go!"
Song Ci was driven away by Su Beibei angrily.
Han Zhan didn't go out today, but was working in the company. Song Ci planned to have lunch with him at noon. After Song Fei's death, Song Ci couldn't concentrate on anything. Liang Bo wrote a new song, but Song Ci never had the energy to help him compose.
Knowing that Song Ci had a lot of things to do recently, Liang Bo didn't rush her.
At the last wedding, Liang Bo saw Han Zhan's big brothers and godmothers at the wedding scene. Smartly, he figured out some things. It is very possible that Mr. Han is the real boss of Zeus Airlines and Yuhua, and his partner Song Ci Goddess is the proprietress!
The proprietress was not in the mood to work, and as a wage earner, Liang Bo dared not, could not, and was reluctant to be urged.
Song Ci called Liang Bo, explaining that he was not suitable for work recently, and asked him to hire another expert to compose music.
Liang Bo smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll wait for you."
Song Ci was both relieved and depressed. "I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood during this time, and I'm out of shape."
Knowing that Song Ci had just lost his sister, how could Liang Bo blame her. "Cheer up, people have to move forward."
Song Ci saw Han Zhan standing at the door of the company. "Well. Let's not talk for now, I have something to do."
"Okay, bye."
After getting out of the car, Song Ci walked up to Han Zhan, took Han Zhan's arm, and looked up at him. "Brother Han, why are you down?"
Han Zhan said: "I have to work overtime at night, and I guess it will end very late. I shouldn't go home at night. I will accompany you out to eat at noon."
"Aren't you going home?" Song Ci knew that Han Zhan was busy, but he didn't know that he was so busy. "Do you want me to accompany you at the company?"
"No, you go home and have a good rest. I can't take care of you when I'm busy, and you're bored by yourself."
"Oh well."
At noon, the two had a Thai meal outside. After the meal, Han Zhan asked Ah Song to take Song Ci home. After sending Song Ci away, Han Zhan didn't go home, but went to the underground garage.
Beside his Volvo car stood a short middle-aged man in a leather jacket. The man's complexion is quite dark, but his black eyes are extremely bright, giving people a feeling that he is not easy to provoke.
Seeing Han Zhan coming, Long Yu quickly put out the cigarette, took out the gum and threw it into his mouth to chew to freshen his breath. "Mr. Han."
Long Yu opened the car door for Han Zhan, waited for Han Zhan to sit in, and then closed it again.
Sitting in the driver's seat, he said to Han Zhan, "Everything is ready."
"Well, let's go." -
Zhu Yuanwen sat in his office, silently staring at Mu Mian sitting opposite him.
Mu Mian pushed an envelope in front of Zhu Yuanwen, "Director Zhu, here is a bank card with 30 million in it."
Zhu Yuanwen stared at the envelope, his eyes were glued to it, unable to move away. Mu Mian was very satisfied with Zhu Yuanwen's reaction at this time. He is not afraid of people being greedy for money, but he is afraid of people not being greedy for money.
"Director Zhu, I have to ask you a lot for the next thing!"
Zhu Yuanwen took the card and stuffed it into his wallet. He smiled slightly, and said to Mu Mian, "Director Mu, don't worry, I'll take the money and I'll do what you asked me to do."
"That's good."
Zhu Yuanwen looked at the time and said, "It's eight o'clock, and the operation should start." When Zhu Yuanwen got up and was about to leave, he suddenly sent an invitation to Mu Mian, "Mr. Let's go take a look together?"
After a little hesitation, Mu Mian stood up. "Alright." Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you ensure that the operation is safe and that there will be no mistakes.
In the middle of the night, on the 12th floor of Xinqiao Hospital, a private surgery room was brightly lit.
In the operating room, there were five people standing, they were members of the surgical team trusted by Zhu Yuanwen. From left to right, there are his first assistant and second assistant, an anesthetist, a device, and a little nurse doing miscellaneous work.
With the help of the little nurse, Zhu Yuanwen put on the surgical gown, gloves and surgical cap. Mu Mian followed Zhu Yuanwen into the operating room.
On the operating table, Song Fei was changed into a surgical gown and covered with surgical drapes. She had been injected with anesthesia, and she lost consciousness. She lay motionless on the bed and became the fish on the chopping board.
The instrument trolley next to the operating table is full of instruments needed for surgery, including various scalpels, rib scissors, spreaders, and closers
Under the light, those equipment were all glowing with silver light.
The butcher in a white coat approached the operating bed, but Song Fei on the hospital bed was unconscious.
Zhu Yuanwen is the chief surgeon, and at his position, he seldom does anything. More often, he only needs to stand aside to preside over the progress of the entire operation and be responsible for enlivening the atmosphere.
The busiest one is actually his first assistant.
The first assistant took the initiative to stand beside him, and heard Zhu Yuanwen say: "Get ready, make an incision from the center of the sternum. Free the superior and inferior vena cava, pulmonary artery and aorta."
The assistant is also an attending doctor, and it is said that he took the scalpel from the equipment nurse.
Cardiac surgery is very complicated. It is just a simple bone incision and thoracotomy, and there are many steps. The skin was cut first, then the subcutaneous tissue was cut, the retrosternal space was bluntly separated to achieve the upper and lower divisions, and finally the sternum was split longitudinally with an electric knife.
Every step in the process can not go wrong.
It was the first time for this doctor to do such a wicked thing. He held the knife and wanted to shake his hand. But an excellent surgeon cannot shake his hands. After calming down his nervous mood, the assistant nodded to Zhu Yuanwen.
Zhu Yuanwen said, "Let's begin."
The first assistant pointed the knife edge at the position 3 cm above Song Fei's suprasternal notch, and with a little force, the knife edge cut a hole in the delicate skin.
He was about to cut Song Fei's skin when he heard Zhu Yuanwen say, "Director Mu, are we really going to do this?"
Everyone raised their heads and looked at Mu Mian. Even the first assistant stopped what he was doing and stared at Mu Mian silently.
Being watched by so many people, Mu Mian's temples twitched a few times, but he quickly regained his composure. He nodded vigorously, and ordered in a deep voice, "Continue."
Zhu Yuanwen suddenly became talkative, and he said again: "Director Mu, you have to think clearly, this is a living person. If the knife is cut and the heart is taken out, she will die!"
Mu Mian frowned, and glared at Zhu Yuanwen with displeasure, "It's a long-winded story, you have to do things after receiving money, and do your things!"
Zhu Yuanwen sighed, and he said to the first assistant: "Go ahead."
The assistant nodded, but could only bite the bullet and continue to cut the skin. -
At this time, in a hotel opposite Xinqiao Hospital, Han Zhan heard the conversation coming from the headset, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Long Yu.
Sensing Han Zhan's gaze, Long Yu raised his head and asked Han Zhan, "Mr. Han, are you still waiting?"
Han Zhan tapped his fingers on his thigh, "The net can be collected."
Hearing this, Long Yu immediately took out her mobile phone and dialed a number. "Captain Lin, the criminal is in operating room No. 3 on the 12th floor. It's absolutely true. If you don't go there, someone will die."
Captain Lin received a report call more than ten minutes ago. The reporter said that he found a problem in Xinqiao Hospital and suspected that someone was killing people illegally! In this kind of thing, I would rather believe it than believe it, because I am afraid that innocent people will be killed.
Captain Lin happened to be in the stairwell between the eleventh and tenth floors when he received the call. Hearing Long Yu's words, he hesitated for a while, and quickly rushed to the corridor with his subordinates, kicking open the door of No. 3 operating room!
With a bang, the door was pushed open from the outside!
Hearing the sound, Mu Mian's body stiffened on the spot. He turned around in shock and confusion, and saw a group of policemen in police uniforms.
"Stand still! Police!"
Hearing this, the first assistant's hands trembled, his legs went limp on the spot, and he fell to the ground.
Before Mu Mian recovered, his wrists were handcuffed. The bone-chilling handcuffs pulled Mu Mian back to the real world. He stared at the silver handcuffs on his wrist, his mind spinning at high speed, and he quickly understood the problem.
There is a ghost!
Mu Mian turned around and looked over to observe the reactions of the people in the room.
When everyone saw the police, they all showed different fears like a mouse seeing a cat. The two little nurses burst into tears, admitting their mistake while crying, shouting: "This is not our attention, Director Mu forced us!"
The first assistant sat directly on the ground, holding a blood-stained knife in his hand, and said vaguely: "It's over, it's over."
The second assistant also turned pale, and sat on the edge of the corner post of the operating table without saying a word, his face pale. The anesthesiologist, who was sitting at the side playing with his mobile phone most relaxedly, lost his mobile phone and got under the operating table, holding his head and kept admitting his mistake, shouting: "I was wrong!"
In the audience, Zhu Yuanwen, the leading doctor of the whole operation, had the calmest reaction.
He was still standing beside the operating table, like a theatergoer, quietly watching this funny scene. Seeing Mu Mian looking over, Zhu Yuanwen raised his head and looked at Mu Mian.
Looking at Zhu Yuanwen's indifferent and calm eyes, Mu Mian figured everything out, his expression became gloomy, and his eyes were full of violence. "It's you!" Mu Mian gritted his teeth, wanting to tear Zhu Yuanwen's flesh and blood.
Zhu Yuanwen smiled wryly, "It's me."
"I hate your mother!" Mu Mian began to struggle hard, wanting to rush to beat Zhu Yuanwen.
Seeing Mu Mian's resistance, Team Lin hit Mu Mian's abdomen with a baton. "Be honest! You still want to resist!" Team Lin grabbed Mu Mian and roared angrily, "Be honest, take them all away!"
After that, he personally dragged Mu Mian out, like dragging a barking mad dog.
That night in Changbai Mountain, Song Fei made a video call to Han Zhan for the first time.
Song Fei: To be honest, brother-in-law, I have a plan.
Han Zhan: Women are scary.
(end of this chapter)