Feng Ling was originally going to go back to England these two days to stay with Mr. Senter for a few days. Something happened to Ji Nuan suddenly, which disrupted her original plan.
It would be okay if it was just a minor illness, but Dr. Qin flew to the United States from Haicheng and would transfer in New York to Los Angeles. If it was not a serious matter, Dr. Qin would not tell her to be mentally prepared.
Because Ji Nuan's wound was a gunshot wound, and it was about three inches below the neck. That kind of place was almost fatal.
She stood up in shock and walked out without even having time to change her clothes or pack her things.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Qin Shuke was still outside and had not gone far. He heard the door open and saw Feng Ling walking out quickly.
Feng Ling has never been used to wearing high heels, but there are some occasions where she has to wear them to match her clothes. What she is wearing today is that she usually can't walk very fast as long as she wears high heels, but today she is walking like a wind.
"A friend is seriously injured and in danger. I have to go to Los Angeles now. I'll go there with Dr. Qin later. You can help me take care of the company's affairs for a few days." Feng Ling didn't look back and walked away very quickly. urgent.
Qin Shuke heard the seriousness in her tone and quickly followed up: "Who is it? Los Angeles? Seriously injured? Is it Li Nanheng?"
Feng Ling's voice was deep: "Ji Nuan."
Qin Shuke's footsteps stopped.
Ji Nuan.
No wonder Feng Ling was so anxious. Feng Ling had heard about this Mrs. Mo more than once. She was really one of the few good friends in her life.
Knowing that Qin Shuke was really reliable in what he did, Feng Ling felt relieved about New York. He went directly to the underground parking lot, changed into flat shoes in the car, and drove all the way to the airport.
When they arrived at the airport, Qin Siting had just gotten off the plane and was preparing to fly to Los Angeles. The two met and didn't have time to exchange greetings, so they chose the nearest flight together.
In the waiting hall, Feng Ling was still answering the phone from the company. Qin Siting went to buy two cups of coffee. Seeing that Feng Ling was busy, he didn't say much. He took a look and saw that there was still half a day before boarding. After hours, he put the coffee in his hand directly on the seat next to her.
Feng Ling put down the phone, turned to look at the coffee next to him, and then glanced at Qin Siting: "I'm sorry, Dr. Qin, there's something going on at the company. I've only just taken over a few months ago, and there are still many things to deal with."
"It doesn't matter, you must be much busier now than before." Qin Siting smiled very understandingly: "Back then, I was just a little Feng Ling who only followed orders in the XI base. Now you have grown up after all. At any rate, he is now the CEO."
Feng Ling sighed and smiled: "It's not normal. Let a person who knows nothing about these things cut off everything in the past, swallow it alive even with flesh and blood, and re-learn these things that he has never been exposed to before. To me, things are just a weight that I have to carry on my shoulders.”
Qin Siting held the coffee in his hand and did not drink it in a hurry. He just looked at her like this: "So, it was Li Nanheng who forcibly cut off the past for you, so you will keep letting him go like this?"
More than that.
That bastard kidnapped her directly from the UK ten months ago. He treated her like a beast and tortured her in the car for several hours. The pain was so painful that she was still scared to think about it.
"I didn't leave anyone to dry." Feng Ling also picked up the coffee, opened the lid on the cup, and blew it gently, quietly and naturally, then curled his lips, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "But after all, this He helped me choose the path. Returning to the Feng family and returning to New York are all based on the path I must take now. If I give up halfway because of him, or if he regrets halfway and insists on disturbing my current life, Then I’m afraid he has an IQ problem.”
Of course she knew what Li Nanheng was thinking.
She didn't do anything, she didn't make any fuss or act in front of him, she just followed the path he chose for her and walked down the road well.
As for Li Nanheng, he just knocked out his bloody teeth and swallowed them, so that he could not see or touch them, and it would kill him to hold them in like this every day.
What else is there to be angry about
This silent punishment is enough.
Feng Ling took a sip of coffee and didn't want to say anything more about Li Nanheng. He just asked, "What do you think of Ji Nuan's injury?"
"I called my friend at the hospital where she is now. She injured her head and central nervous system in her spine." When Qin Siting mentioned Ji Nuan, his expression became slightly more serious. After all, it was really It’s a time when life is at stake: “I’m not optimistic about the current emergency situation. It’s very likely that people won’t be able to be saved.”
As soon as he heard this, Feng Ling's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and his hand on the coffee cup tightened.
…
Early in the morning, Qin Siting, who flew overnight from New York to Los Angeles, rushed to the hospital.
The lights in the emergency room stayed on until the next morning. Ji Nuan had not yet come out of the emergency room until Qin Siting arrived.
"How long have you been in there?" Qin Siting walked over and asked.
Li Nanheng held a cigarette in his hand, but he didn't smoke while sitting here. He just sat here with Mo Jingshen all night. He glanced at Qin Siting and said calmly: "It's been more than twelve hours."
Twelve hours.
No death has been announced.
Under normal circumstances, it might be possible to save him, otherwise he wouldn't have lasted so long.
Qin Siting nodded: "When I saved your life with Dr. Wendell in Los Angeles, Dr. Wendell's medical skills and the method of removing bullets from dangerous parts were very proficient. At the beginning, I was only cooperating in the operating room. Please help, even without me now, I believe he is capable enough to rescue Ji Nuan. After all, it has been so long and he has not given up yet, so just wait."
Although Li Nanheng was extremely skilled, he had been on countless large and small missions in places like Base XI, suffered many injuries, and had experienced life and death more than once.
Even he himself couldn't remember exactly how many times Dr. Wendell in Los Angeles had helped him remove bullets.
"Am I the one who's anxious now?" Li Nanheng pointed with his chin in the direction of the "stone" on the bench outside the emergency room door.
Mo Jingshen's body was covered with Ji Nuan's blood. The blood had dried but he hadn't been pushed out yet.
But overnight, some green stubble appeared around Mo Jingshen's chin, and he was covered in blood. He was so embarrassed that even Qin Siting could hardly recognize him.
Until the doctor finally came out and announced that the operation was successful, but the person was still in a very serious critical stage and had to go directly to the ICU, and could not go in for visits for the time being. Although everyone outside did not say much, they were obviously relieved.
At least if the operation was successful, it would be much better to survive the dangerous period than to be pronounced dead on the spot.
In this way, Ji Nuan can at least rely on Ji Nuan's own vitality to last a few more days.