Song Rui was overjoyed immediately, "Doctor Liu! Please save my son! As long as I can save him, I will give you whatever you want!"
"Hey - I can see something of yours?" Liu Yu rolled his eyes.
If it weren't for Mr., he wouldn't come.
The door of the rescue room opened, Liu Yu walked in with a serious expression, and at the same time got Song Wenchuan's body report.
The more you look at it, the faster your eyelids jump.
However, Zhou Manli seemed to be crazy. She had never heard of who Liu Yu was. She only saw that he was disheveled and young, like a gangster.
He grabbed him tightly and wouldn't let him go. "Who are you? Are you sent by Song Yaoyao? Don't try to harm my son!"
"Zhou Manli!" Song Rui's temples throbbed.
Song Yaoyao's patience had reached its limit, she suddenly strode over, grabbed Zhou Manli by the neck and pushed her against the wall.
Suddenly, no one reacted.
Her eyes began to turn bloodshot, the veins on her little hands bulged, and the hostility permeated all around.
"Uh—" Zhou Manli began to roll her eyes, her hand slapped Song Yaoyao violently, but Song Yaoyao lifted her up with one hand, and her feet were off the ground.
"If you were the ones who died today, I wouldn't even blink. If you want Song Wenchuan to survive, just be good to me, otherwise, I don't mind killing you here!"
Tang Xinrou and the others stood in the distance with their mouths wide open.
"Liu Yu, are you still going in?" The man's voice was extremely indifferent, without the slightest fluctuation.
Everyone froze in place, but Mr. Huo quickly woke up. He smiled, and didn't mind Song Yaoyao's actions at all.
To be honest, so what if she really killed her nominal mother? It's not like he can't keep the Huo family.
This kind of brain-filled thing is just right to die.
But-
The little girl's hands are white and clean, she shouldn't have to bear these things.
Mr. Huo looked at his son, who had already moved.
He calmly walked to Song Yaoyao's side, but he didn't stop him!
Song Rui was so anxious that he was going to pull Song Yaoyao.
Song Yaoyao is very strange now, as if possessed by a ghost, she doesn't have any vitality on her body.
"Huo Qi." Huo Yunque raised his jaw slightly.
Song Rui was controlled by Huo Qi with one hand, his mind was in a mess and his hands were trembling.
Zhou Manli's face was already swollen to the color of a pig's liver. As long as Song Yaoyao tried harder, Song Rui had no doubt that his wife would die under his nose.
"Song Yaoyao! She is your mother! Are you crazy?!"
Song Yaoyao stood still and ignored him.
Song Rui went to call the bodyguards, those bodyguards were isolated by the people brought by Huo Qi, and they couldn't get through at this moment.
In the hospital corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant, the emergency room is racing against time, and the emergency room is gradually covered by the breath of death.
Zhou Manli really felt hopeless. She felt that the breath in her body was getting less and less, and the hand that patted Song Yaoyao was unable to droop down.
Mr. Huo's mouth twitched.
"Uncle! Stop Song Yaoyao!" Huo Ningxi was anxious, "This is murder!"
Huo Yunque laughed dumbly, "I know."
So what
He stood beside Song Yaoyao calmly with the posture of a guardian, with dark eyes and a lofty aura. Combined into a sharp knife, the kind that has seen blood.
Huo Yunque was too casual, he played with the Buddhist beads on his wrist, his lowered eyebrows revealed compassion.
But everyone knows that everything is just an illusion.