Seeing Huo Yao striding out, the old housekeeper opened his mouth and asked, "Miss, are you going out again?"
Huo Yao hung up the phone, and only nodded politely to the old housekeeper without further explanation. He walked to the entrance, picked up the car keys that were on the cabinet when he came back, and walked out.
Within two minutes, there was the sound of a car engine starting outside.
The old butler stood in the yard, shook his head and turned back into the villa.
**
Here, in the private hospital belonging to the Huo family.
Huo Changfeng hung up the phone, turned his head and looked at the dean behind him, "Wait a little longer."
The dean frowned, "But with Lord Feng's current situation, he can't wait for a minute. He was shot in the heart and hasn't been recuperated in these years, and now he was shot again in the chest... If we continue like this, we won't have an operation." , I’m afraid there’s not even a thousandth chance of survival.”
Huo Changfeng clenched his fists, his eyes were so red that they seemed to be stained with blood, so he didn't know that the situation was critical.
But for the second surgery in the same position, even if he is not a doctor, he knows the danger, it's just a one in a thousand chance...he can't afford to gamble.
Gritting his teeth, Huo Changfeng still insisted: "Wait a little longer, please, Dean, you must hang Lord Feng's life no matter what, thank you."
He knew that the third young master was dying last year and was rescued by the eldest lady, so that Master Feng... maybe he can too!
Seeing this, the dean had no choice but to say: "Okay, I will try my best, but there is one thing I still want to tell you, Lord Feng's blood is special, and he hasn't come to the hospital to store blood in these years, even though there are still blood in our blood bank. Sealed a package, but it is far from enough."
The dean paused for a moment, then continued: "Even if the bullet in Lord Feng's chest can be taken out safely, he will probably die from excessive blood loss in the end."
In other words, the one-thousandth chance of survival is only a verbal survival, and it is very difficult to really save it.
After speaking, the dean went into the emergency room again.
Huo Changfeng leaned against the wall dejectedly, how could he forget that Lord Feng's blood type is special
And Xiao Liu who was next to him slapped himself hard with his hand at this time, "It's all my fault, I didn't protect Lord Feng well, the shot should have hit me."
Huo Changfeng raised his head, then looked at Xiao Liu, and finally his eyes fell on his bloody left hand, "Those people came prepared, you don't have to blame yourself, go down and treat the wound first. "
Xiao Liu gritted his teeth, turned around and walked towards the nurse's station.
After he finished treating the wound, he immediately went to find out which bastard did it today.
Ten minutes later, Huo Yao drove all the way and finally arrived at the hospital.
"Uncle, how's the situation?"
Huo Yao walked in, looked at the lights in the emergency room, and asked in a deep voice.
When Huo Changfeng saw Huo Yao, he seemed to see hope, but when he thought about the blood, the hope in his eyes disappeared again, and he said bitterly, "Master Feng's situation may not be optimistic."
Huo Yao frowned.
At this time, the door of the emergency room was opened again, and the director hurried out from inside, "Master Feng is dying, the doctor you mentioned hasn't arrived yet?"
Before Huo Changfeng could make a sound, Huo Yao said directly, "I am, take me in."
Only then did the dean set his eyes on Huo Yao, seeing that she was only a girl in her twenties, she was slightly stunned, "You?"
"Yes, me." Huo Yao's exquisite eyebrows and eyes were dark, and without further delay, he walked to the emergency room.
Seeing this, the dean was astonished, but he didn't care so much at this moment, followed Huo Yao, and turned back to the emergency room.
(end of this chapter)