Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Chapter 1722 One thousandth of the vitality

Seeing Huo Yao striding out, the old butler opened his mouth and asked, "Miss, are you going out again?"

Huo Yao hung up the phone and just nodded politely to the old housekeeper without explaining much. He walked to the entrance, picked up the car key that was on the cabinet when he came back, and walked out.

Within two minutes, the sound of the car engine starting came from outside.

The old housekeeper stood in the yard, shook his head and turned back into the villa.

**

Here, in the private hospital belonging to the Huo family.

Huo Changfeng hung up the phone, turned to look at the dean behind him, "Wait a minute."

The dean frowned, "But in the current situation of Lord Feng, he can't wait even a minute. He has been shot in the heart and hasn't been recuperated for these years. Surgery, I am afraid there will not even be one thousandth of the chance of life."

Huo Changfeng clenched his fists, his eyes were so red that they seemed to be stained with blood, how could he not know that the situation was critical now.

But for the second operation in the same position, even if he is not a doctor, he knows the danger, but this one-in-thousand chance... He can't bet.

Grinning his teeth, Huo Changfeng still insisted: "Wait a little longer, please, Dean, you must hang Ye Feng's life no matter what, thank you."

He knew that the third young master's life was on the verge of last year, and it was the eldest young lady who rescued him.

Seeing this, the dean had to say: "Okay, I will try my best, but there is one thing I still want to tell you, Lord Feng's blood is special, and he has not come to the hospital to store blood over the years, even though there is still blood in our blood bank. A bag is sealed, but it's not enough."

The dean paused and continued: "Even if the bullet in Feng Ye's chest can be safely taken out, I am afraid that in the end, he will die due to excessive blood loss."

In other words, one-thousandth of the vitality is just verbal vitality, and it is very difficult to really save it.

After speaking, the dean entered the emergency room again.

Huo Changfeng leaned against the wall dejectedly, how could he forget the special blood type of Lord Feng?

At this time, Xiao Liu, who was next to him, slapped himself fiercely with his hand, "It's all my fault, it's because I didn't protect Feng Ye well, that shot should have hit me."

Huo Changfeng raised his head, then looked at Xiao Liu, and finally his eyes fell on his left hand that was still bleeding, "Those people came prepared, you don't have to blame yourself, go down and treat the wound first. "

Xiao Liu gritted his teeth, turned around and walked towards the nurse station.

When he finished treating the wound, he immediately went to find out which bastard did it today.

ten minutes later,

Huo Yao drove all the way and finally arrived at the hospital.

"Uncle, how is the situation?"

Huo Yao walked in, looked at the lights in the emergency room, and asked in a deep voice.

Huo Changfeng saw that Huo Yao seemed to see hope, but when he thought about the blood, the hope in his eyes disappeared again, and said bitterly, "Feng Ye's situation may not be optimistic."

Huo Yao frowned.

At this time, the door of the emergency room was opened again, and the dean came out in a hurry, "Master Feng is dead, hasn't the doctor you said arrived yet?"

Before Huo Changfeng said anything, Huo Yao said directly: "I am, take me in."

Only then did the dean set his eyes on Huo Yao, and when he saw that it was only a little girl in her twenties, he was slightly stunned, "You?"

"Yes, me." Huo Yao's delicate eyebrows were dark and dark, he walked to the emergency room without further delay.

Seeing this, the dean was astonished, but at this time, he couldn't care so much. He followed Huo Yao and turned back to the emergency room.