The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Mu Wanqing, who did not wait for Ye Yuchen to return home in the rose garden, squatted outside the ward until the next morning.

She was a little tired, holding her arms in a daze and was about to fall asleep, but when she was almost asleep, the sound of the monitor in the ward rang suddenly.

"Deep dick—"

Hearing the sound, Mu Wanqing suddenly woke up.

She immediately raised her head and got up abruptly. She fainted because of the speed too fast, but she had no mental understanding.

"Doctor Hao!" Mu Wanqing glanced at the situation in the ward, and immediately ran to the office, "Doctor Hao, please go see my dad, he seems..."

"Don't worry, I'll go over and take a look." Doctor Hao got up immediately and hurried over.

He immediately notified the other doctors and nurses to help in the rescue together. All the people gathered in a group in the ward and were doing their best for Mu Chenghui.

Mu Wanqing's head was dizzy.

She looked at the emergency scene, her whole heart was picked up, and she cast her gaze over in a panic.

"Patient ventricular fibrillation, ready to defibrillate!"

"The equipment is intact, the battery is sufficient, the connection is normal, the electrode plate is intact, and it can be defibrillated."

The sound is noisy and dazzling.

Mu Wanqing's eyes shook, and there was a vast expanse of snow white in his sight. The figure seemed to be dangling, intertwined with a vague shadow, overlapped as if an illusion...

Mu Chenghui is still in emergency.

The girl felt a sudden cramp in her chest. She stretched out her hand and grabbed the skirt of her clothes. After a vaguely glance at the ward, she turned around and supported the wall and stumbled to the bathroom.

"Qing...Qing!"

The little angel called to her, but Mu Wanqing's brain was humming, probably fainting badly because of suffocation.

She suddenly fell to the ground, one arm weakly propped on the ground, the other hand tightly grasping the skirt of the dress, the joints of the fingers were white, as if the bones were exposed.

"Qingqin, don't have anything to do..."

The little angel is anxious, but the remaining energy of the angel's pupil is not enough to save her life again.

Mu Wan closed her eyes, her colic almost collapsed.

Her face was pale, her small face was covered with cold sweat, and her breath was urgent and short, as if she might die from suffocation at any moment.

"Good times are always too short, I will leave in an instant, please don't cry, even if we are to separate..."

At this moment, Mu Wanqing's cell phone rang.

There are very few people in her address book, and almost everyone has his own ringtone, which she set specially.

This is... Gong Lichuan.

Mu Wanqing bit her lower lip tightly, fumbled out the phone with great effort, and pressed the answer button with trembling fingertips.

"Qing'er, what are you doing?" Gong Lichuan's voice was warm and smiling, "I just landed in Ancheng, should you consider picking me up, eh?"

Gong Lichuan... here.

The person who can save her is not Ye Yuchen after all.

Mu Wanqing smiled bitterly, she lowered her eyes and gasped, her voice trembled, "Li...Li Chuan brother, help me..."

Hearing this, Gong Lichuan's face was cold.

He squeezed the phone in his hand and immediately sprinted out of the airport, "Qing'er, where are you, you..."

"puff--"

Mu Wanqing didn't answer, she suddenly hemoptysis, which stained the floor and front of her **** red, and even a blood mist appeared in front of her eyes.

The phone also slid down from the palm of his hand and fell into a pool of scary blood.

"Qing'er! Mu Wanqing!" Gong Lichuan roared.

But Mu Wanqing couldn't hear anything anymore, she couldn't hold it anymore, just felt that the whole world seemed to be standing upside down, and then suddenly fainted...