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At two o'clock in the morning, the alarming siren of the ambulance ripped through the long night and stopped at the gate of Aihua Hospital.

Wearing white coats, the doctors and nurses who had been waiting eagerly rushed forward pushing the emergency bed and took out a blood-soaked stretcher from the car.

At the same time, a galloping black Mercedes slammed on the brakes tens of meters away from the hospital.

Lei Shao avoided the driver who came to open the door, got down straight by himself, strode forward for a while, and then stopped suddenly when he saw the figure lying in the stretcher, covered in blood and with a collapsed chest cavity.

"The wounded is in hemorrhagic shock, hurry up, take a blood sample, and go to the blood bank to extract blood!"

"Sudden cardiac arrest, put on pacemaker!"

"The low pressure fell below [-]... The emergency room is ready, and the operation will be performed immediately. Call Director Yu and let him perform the surgery!"

The emergency bed moved forward quickly with the roar of the person in charge, the nurse ran quickly holding the infusion bottle, and the stretcher carrying Mu Zixing was surrounded and quickly disappeared behind the glass door of the hospital.

Listening to the faintly ominous shout, Lei Shao's pupils shrank, and the sound of the emergency bed rollers rolling over the ground was like a whip on his eardrums.

The nurses outside the operating room came and went in a hurry, and the faces of the doctors became more dignified.

Several youths followed Lei Shao in, but no one dared to speak, and the surrounding atmosphere was oppressive and silent.

The door that had been undergoing surgery opened and closed again, and the time passed by. Before they knew it, the sky outside had brightened, and everyone finally waited for a news.

bad news.

"Are you the family members of the injured?" Lei Shao heard a female voice ask.

He raised his eyes, looked straight at the nurse in front of him, and said, "Yes."

Lei Shao was wearing an iron-gray suit at the moment, and his body still smelled of gunpowder smoke from the flames of war. Those light-colored eyes seemed to be cold without any emotion, and seemed to have extremely complicated emotions churning in a deeper place.

Maybe because he was taken by his aura or because he knew that what he was about to say would be too shocking, the nurse's voice suddenly slowed down and became softer.

"The situation of the injured is very dangerous, and the family members need...to be psychologically prepared."

Lei Shao didn't speak for a few seconds. He looked away from the nurse's face, stared at the opposite white wall for a moment, and said, "I see, thank you."

The tone was so calm that the nurse who was about to appease the family members was very surprised.

"...Boss." Someone couldn't help but uttered a hoarse voice, which seemed to be contagious, and the eyes of several young people standing not far from Lei Shao instantly turned red.

Lei Shao's jawline tensed imperceptibly.

The time was slowly moving from dawn to noon, when the light above the head suddenly went out, everyone's spirits froze, watching Mu Zixing being pushed out of the operating room.

"Doctor, how is our boss?"

Lei Shao stood where he was and didn't step forward, but it didn't prevent him from hearing the doctor's words clearly. The other party said that Mu Zixing's condition had stabilized for the time being, but it was hard to say whether he could get over it and wake up.

The implication is that everything that should be done has been done, and now it depends on the willpower and desire to survive of the injured.

Because of such a sentence, the corners of Lei Shao's lips tightened, and he looked at Mu Zixing under the white bed cover.

Before that, he didn't expect Mu Zixing to appear in front of him in such a tragic appearance.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Mu Zixing has a group of subordinates who only obey his orders, code-named LA, and any member of it is comparable to a top killer.

So when he chose to go all out to save Ruan Ning, Lei Shao basically never worried that Mu Zixing's life and death would be unpredictable.

He decided that as long as the news of Mu Zixing's hijacking spread, LA would definitely rescue their boss.

But Lei Shao never expected that Mu Zixing would give up the chance to survive and let these people turn to help him.

"Sir." Someone called him next to him.

Lei Shao came back to his senses, Mu Zixing's emergency bed had already passed him, and he was sent to the intensive care unit.

"Would you like to go and have a look?"

The speaker is one of the members of LA.

Things developed tonight as Mu Zixing expected. Ji Haodong had already made a perfect plan. When Lei Shao went to rescue Ruan Ning, there was also an explosion in that building. When they managed to break through to the periphery, they found that There are also a large number of killers ambushing around.

The bodyguards under the Rongxing Group were not at the same level as those professional killers who had experienced many battles. They quickly fell into a predicament. When the situation was not optimistic, all the members of LA arrived.

When Lei Shao saw them appearing in front of his eyes, it was hard to describe his mood at that time.

"Why did you come here? Where is Mu Zixing?"

"Our boss issued a death order, let us come to rescue you."

The two sides had a quick conversation, and then they all fell silent, and the group of people protected Lei Shao to break through.

After Mu Zixing triggered the chip in the skin in the steel factory, the signal received by LA was actually an order more accurately.

Mu Zixing once explained that once this order is triggered, Lei Shao's safety must be guaranteed no matter what the situation is.

One of the situations he assumed at the time was that if he and Lei Shao were in danger at the same time, he had to rescue Lei Shao first.

For LA, they only obeyed Mu Zixing's order, and Mu Zixing's order was too great, so even though the car was almost at the steel factory, they finally turned around and went to the west of the city where Lei Shao was.

Lei Shao didn't speak, just walked a few steps forward in silence, silently watching the people inside through the glass window of the intensive care unit.

This is not the first time Mu Zixing has died in the past five years.

It was the first time he stayed outside Mu Zixing's ward.

After Yan Yi's death, in order to stay by his side, Mu Zixing said that he could be Lei Shao's knife, a tool in his hand, anything, as long as he didn't drive him away.

During that time, Lei Shao's hatred for him reached its peak. Mu Zixing wanted to make a knife, so he really pushed him into the mountain of knives and sea of ​​fire, and let him face all dangers.

At first, Mu Zixing would cry out for pain. If he was injured outside or fell into a desperate situation, he would call Lei Shao and beg him, "Brother Lei, can you help me?"

Lei Shao wouldn't let him call it that way, and he wouldn't care about him either.

Gradually, I don't know when it started, Mu Zixing called him Mr. like others, and would not ask him to save him when he was injured. Only occasionally when he felt that his death was approaching and he could not come back, he would be cautious. Make a phone call and say, "Sir, I want to hear your voice, can you call me?"

Afterwards, he stopped making calls, and he would only say calmly, dragging his wounds, "I'm sorry, sir, this mission is a bit tricky, and it took some time to delay."

And this time, will I still have a chance to hear him say this?

Will he wake up?

Does he still want to wake up?

A long-lost pain emerged from somewhere in his heart, Lei Shao lowered his eyes and looked away, not daring to take another look at the people inside.