Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Mu Qianqian sensed the danger, tore off the needle tube on his arm, and turned it over from the operating table.

Too much blood was drawn, her feet were weak, she didn't stand still, and one knee hit the ground, she groaned and looked at Song Yi.

Song Yi hurried towards the door.

Fu Yuhuang is outside, only Fu Yuhuang can save Qianqian.

Before he got to the door, he was restrained by someone's arm, pulled over, and sent up by four people, binding him tightly.

"What do you want?" Song Yi shouted sharply.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Song, we are also under orders. General Yu wants bone marrow, not hematopoietic stem cells." said the leading man.

"The effect of bone marrow and hematopoietic stem cells is similar, so there is no need to take bone marrow." Song Yi said struggling.

"I said, we're just instructed not only to take bone marrow, but to take a sufficient amount of bone marrow."

"If you take too much and the person being taken will not be able to supply blood in time, it will cause a lot of problems. Maybe you will suffer from shock and even death. Can you afford it?" Song Yi threatened, fearing that they would overdose.

"We don't want to, sorry," said the man in the lead.

The others carried Mu Qianqian out of the secret door.

Mu Qianqian didn't feel scared, but felt sad and felt a little pain in her heart.

Why is Lang Ling so vicious and vicious that she doesn't care about her life or death?

Talk to her well, just donate bone marrow, she doesn't care.

But forcing her to do so made her feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately, she is not the real Mu Qianqian.

If the real Mu Qianqian was alive and was treated like this by her own mother, how sad, how suffocated, how painful.

She was living because of Mu Qianqian herself, so she could empathize with her, she frowned, and gradually there was no warmth in her eyes.

She was strapped to the operating table next to the comatose baby.

Mu Qianqian looked at the chubby child, her eyes softened a little, and complexities flashed through her mind, and she felt envious.

Although this little baby is ill, but his parents are in pain, he will be happy in the future.

The doctor took out the long and thick needle.

Mu Qianqian closed her eyes calmly.

"Give her an anesthetic, or it will hurt to death." I don't know who said.

Mu Qianqian gratefully looked at the talking doctor, "Thank you."

The leading doctor nodded.

The doctor who spoke took the anesthetic and came to Mu Qianqian.

The leading doctor said solemnly, "We will only give you local anesthesia, and we will release the handcuffs for you in a while. Don't move around casually. We try to take an appropriate amount of bone marrow. You can relax a little, just an appropriate amount, and you will be fine."

Mu Qianqian nodded, with tears in his eyes, nodded, "Thank you."

The leading doctor was about to inject anesthesia, and with a bang, the door of the operating room was kicked open.

Fu Yuhuang kicked open the door with a gloomy face, as if a blue flame shrouded his body, which would set everyone on fire and burn them to ashes.

"Stop all the way." Butler Lin shouted.

The leading doctor put down the needle and raised his hand.

Fu Yuhuang knocked the leading doctor to the ground with one punch, and ordered, "Let me loose her."

The leading doctor wiped the blood from his mouth and looked at the doctors, "Release."

The doctor loosened the handcuffs, and Fu Yuhuang hugged Mu Qianqian.

Shallow forbearance tears flowed out, leaning against his arms, soft, soft.

Fu Yuhuang's heart also softened a bit.

"What to loosen, the operation continues." Lang Ling walked in, surrounded by Lang Ling, and the soldiers holding guns...