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

Zheng Bo's face became more solemn.

He looked at Gong Lichuan, then cast his eyes on Mu Wanqing who had been sent to the hospital bed to lie down.

The girl lay quietly on the bed, looking at the snow-white ceiling with her eyes open, blinking her eyes sometimes, without any extra emotions.

She is used to...

Used to be sent to the emergency room, used to lie on a hospital bed, used to shuttle between various consulting rooms, monitoring rooms, operating rooms and wards.

Mu Wanqing's indifferent expression made Gong Lichuan and Wen Shixian's hearts aching like needles. They were distressed, but they had nothing to do, they could only accompany silently...

"Don't worry, there will be no accident with me." Zheng Bo patted Gong Lichuan on the shoulder, and said soothingly.

Gong Lichuan felt a little heavy, and he nodded.

After Mu Wanqing had done some basic examinations, he was pushed into the gastric lavage room. The cold instruments and the sound of mechanical instruments were all so familiar...

The process of gastric lavage is painful.

She almost lost consciousness several times, and even suffered a cardiac arrest... But fortunately, she was eventually rescued by Zheng Bo.

Life, but it seems like half of it is missing.

The restless pain of the heart is intertwined with the pain of the stomach. They refused to give in, and eventually joined forces to torture the innocent girl.

"Miss Mu, it's okay..."

Finally, Mu Wan heard Zheng Bo's voice in a daze.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, lifted her eyelids lightly, and opened her lips slightly, "Thank you..."

When Mu Wanqing was pushed out, Gong Lichuan and Wen Shixian were sitting on the benches in the corridor, one was depressed, the other seemed calm on the surface, but their hearts were anxious...

"Qinger!"

Hearing that the door of the gastric lavage room was opened, there was the sound of the bed rolls turning, Gong Lichuan got up suddenly.

He dashed forward, but was stopped by Zheng Bo, "Young Master Gong, don't get excited, Miss Mu needs to be sent to the ward to rest now."

"How is she?"

Gong Lichuan held Zheng Bo's arm tightly, his eyes were scarlet, and there were a little tired and nervous red blood in his eyes.

Zheng Bo sighed, "It is indeed a very special medicine. It is powerful enough to cause the tumor to burst, and its degree is enough to make us unable to recover..."

Hearing this, Wen Shixian staggered backward.

Her eyes flickered slightly, mixed with some faint tension and worry, if... she was afraid of that if.

What if she didn't find the clue in the milk?

"After we helped Ms. Mu's gastric lavage, most of the medicine has been discharged, but this is liquid after all, and a small amount has been absorbed into the blood."

Zheng Bo said truthfully, "I suggest staying in the hospital for observation. It is best not to let Miss Mu run around. She is in very dangerous situation now."

Gong Lichuan clenched his fists tightly.

He forced himself to control his emotions, the veins looming on his arm, and he said solemnly, "I see."

Zheng Bo nodded, then asked a few more about how to take care of Mu Wanqing, and then he was going to the ward.

But Gong Lichuan suddenly reached out and stopped him, "Director Zheng, there is one more thing."

"You said." Zheng Bo cast his gaze back.

"Qing'er is worried about the risks of the operation, and I don't want her to leave on the operating table." Gong Lichuan's throat tightened, "Is there any other way?"

Zheng Bo looked at them and hesitated, "Heart transplant."

Wen Shixian's eyes were a little hollow after hearing the sound.

She gradually reddened her eyes, and her red lips lightly opened, "Then we...may we visit her now?"