Cheng Ming squeezed the phone tightly, hesitated and did not speak for a long time.
Seeing that Cheng Ming didn't answer, Huo Yao didn't forcefully press the question. Instead of hanging up the phone, he just quickly tapped the phone with his fingers. Soon, a location address appeared on the screen of the phone.
She glanced at the marks on the map and the direction of the red dot on it, and it was not difficult to analyze the conclusion: "Chinese medicine hospital?"
Cheng Ming was stunned, as if he didn't expect the eldest lady to guess.
"Don't believe my medical skills?" Huo Yao said flatly again.
As soon as these words came out, Cheng Ming remembered that the eldest lady could also be a doctor. She saved the old man who was declared hopeless by the critically ill doctors of the Song family.
When he came back to his senses, Cheng Ming didn't dare to hesitate, he just nodded in response, "Yes, it's the traditional Chinese medicine hospital, there are our people in it, before we act, the arrangements are made there..."
Huo Yao looked at the traffic lights outside, did not let go of the gas pedal, and complimented with a smile: "The preparations are quite comprehensive."
Cheng Ming inexplicably felt a chill down his spine, the eldest lady must be angry
"Before I arrive, you must hang my brother's breath no matter what." Huo Yao warned, and then hung up the phone directly.
The place where she is now is not close to the traditional Chinese medicine hospital, no matter how fast it is, it will take at least fifteen minutes.
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Not two minutes after hanging up the phone, Cheng Ming's car arrived at the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine, and the doctor who had been waiting in the parking lot immediately moved the man onto the stretcher.
But Huo Yulin lost too much blood, and was already in shock.
The doctor didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly pushed the man into the emergency room.
Cheng Ming had been standing outside the emergency room waiting, watching the nurse take a few blood bags in, his heart sank even more.
Within a few minutes, the dean who performed the operation himself came out of the emergency room, his surgical gown was stained with blood.
He walked up to Cheng Ming and said in a low voice: "You guys... Get ready, the shot in Mr. Huo's chest is just close to the heart, and some of the bullet fragments inside have cut through the atrium. I don't dare to take it out now. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on."
After a pause, the dean said again: "But if the bullet fragments are not taken out in time, he will not last ten minutes."
The dean actually expressed the meaning that he would die if he had no surgery.
Cheng Ming's eyes turned red when he heard this, he did not accept this fact, "Dean, you are the most authoritative thoracic specialist in the hospital."
The dean smiled wryly and shook his head, "I'm sorry, this shot is too deadly. If it were someone else, I'm afraid... You should give me an answer. This operation should be performed now, or not."
It's a tough choice.
Cheng Ming's mind was in chaos. He remembered the young lady's advice, and couldn't help but raised his hand to check the time. Ten minutes had passed since she hung up the phone.
"Mr. Cheng, if you delay for another minute, the risk of the operation will be higher." The dean urged again.
Cheng Ming clenched his fists, raised his head and looked at the dean again, "You said just now that you won't have an operation, and you can wait for ten minutes, right? Then, no matter what method you use, you must save my young master's life."
The dean was shocked when he heard the words, "What do you mean..."
"I have a doctor friend on the way here, please help me to drag her here." Cheng Ming had pinned all his hopes on Huo Yao at this time.
Since the young lady had warned her, he had to choose to believe her.
(end of this chapter)