With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

He said, don't disturb her.

Is he taking his words as a deaf ear?

Cheng Xi was so frightened that her body froze, she was numb, and wanted to explain: I didn't, it wasn't me, don't talk nonsense!

Song Yu walked quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of him, looking at him: "Fu Hanyu."

Fu Hanyu's tightly clenched fists were slowly released, trying to restrain the salty and dry itching in his throat, speaking as softly as possible, and smiled at her: "Why are you here?"

Song Yudao: "Just now I was with Mr. Xu, what happened here?"

She squatted halfway in front of him, gently covering his hand, the tip of her nose was the strong smell of blood emanating from his body.

She looked up at him, her heart throbbing in pain.

"My brother, he's injured." Fu Hanyu grabbed her wrist and wanted to help her up, but he didn't have the slightest strength. He was afraid that she would find out that he was abnormal, and said, "Please save him."

At this moment, Song Yu didn't know how he was feeling, so he nodded and said calmly, "We will do our best."

Someone who can make him say that he is a brother must be very important to him.

At this time, she shouldn't be hypocritical, why didn't he call her immediately.

Fu Hanyu watched her get up, saw that she was going to leave, suddenly reached out and held her fingertips, raised his head slightly, with deep black eyes, complex emotions, and a dry and hoarse voice: "Yu'er, I'm afraid you're worried."

Song Yu's eyes were a little sore, his fingertips curled up, and he gently broke away from his hand.

Fu Hanyu's hand fell feebly on his knee.

Song Yu took two steps, then paused, looked at Cheng Xi, and said, "Cheng Xi, find someone to look at his wounds. When I come out, if he still looks like this, don't blame me for being rude."

Cheng Xi was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said: "Yes, Miss Song."

In Fu Hanyu's gloomy eyes, a bright starlight flashed, and he gently rubbed the residual temperature of her fingertips on her fingertips.

Song Yu turned around again, glared at him, and then followed Mr. Xie and the others, and entered the intensive care unit.

Wait for her to come out, and then clean him up.

Fu Hanyu waited until the door of the intensive care unit was closed before he couldn't control himself. He coughed in a low voice. Big mouthfuls of blood poured out of his mouth, which soon wet his black shirt.

in the intensive care unit.

The dean of the general hospital and several expert doctors introduced the patient's previous treatment to them.

Song Yu was listening, her hearing was good, listening to the doctor's words, she also clearly heard his suppressed low cough coming from the door, she could feel it at the tip of her nose, and the smell of blood spread into the room.

But soon, she forced herself to withdraw, and only listened carefully to the patient's situation.

After the dean introduced the patient's situation, he looked at them earnestly and seriously, and said, "Guys, this is the captain of Sirius, and he became like this to perform a mission.

His father, his elder brother, and his sister are all great heroes who sacrificed for the country.

He is the only one left in the family now, please, please save his life.

I'm Ouyang Yi, I'm here to ask you all. "

Done.

He bowed solemnly and deeply at ninety degrees.

In the intensive care unit.

The atmosphere became tense.

Ouyang Yi only saw a few old men, and they all centered on that beautiful and outrageous young girl.

At last.

She gives acupuncture to patients.

He is a student of western medicine, and has a little dabble in Chinese medicine. He has always been suspicious of her identity, but he dare not ask.

It wasn't until seeing her acupuncture technique that I realized why she was so valued by the old men.

Mr. Xie seemed to know what he was thinking, walked up to him, and said in a low voice, "" Ouyang, this is our chief medical officer. If she can't do anything, there is really no hope.

Ouyang Yi's eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked at Song Yu again.

Chief Medical Officer?

She is the legendary chief medical officer?

After half an hour.

Song Yu retracted the needle and looked at Mr. Xie and the others. She had exhausted too much energy, which made her face look a little scary.

Mr. Xu quickly gave her a hand and asked, "Yu'er, how is it?"

Song Yu was bitter, shook his head weakly, sighed softly, and said hoarsely: "Unless now, the legendary magic medicine Mo Yelian appears, I can save his life."

Elder Xu glanced at the patient on the bed, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness and frustration welling up in his heart.

They are doctors, what's the use of being a big country that everyone admires, in the end, they still can't save a patient's life.

Mr. Xie said to her, "You've consumed too much, go and have a rest, let's watch over here first."

Afraid that she would not be able to hold on, Zeng followed her to the door.

When Song Yu saw Fu Hanyu, his eyes turned red.

Old Xie quietly retreated into the ward and closed the door.

Cheng Xi also winked and quickly hid in the opposite stairwell.

Fu Hanyu looked at her with a calm face, but his voice was still hoarse and broken: "Dean Ouyang told me, thank you for your hard work."

he knows.

When he rescued him from the enemy's hands, he knew that he was injured too badly, even if the gods were alive, they couldn't save his life.

But he always thought, what if?

Song Yu approached, squatted in front of him, put his forehead on his knee, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Fu Hanyu."

"En." Fu Hanyu replied in a low voice, and gently covered the top of her head with his big hand, and his slightly lowered eyebrows and eyes showed unspeakable distress, sadness, and loneliness.

Song Yu's nose was sour, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

Fu Hanyu looked at her trembling shoulders, felt the moist heat from her knees, and his heart ached. He leaned over her ear and whispered: "I don't blame you, you have tried your best."

She is a doctor, not a fairy.

There are always times when nothing can be done.

in the air.

Weakness, sadness, pervading.

In the corridor, footsteps suddenly sounded.

A nurse lady hurried over, still holding a box in her hand, and asked anxiously: "Which one is Doctor Song Yusong, someone asked me to bring this to you."