The Romantic CEO

I was taken to the car by force and sent to the hospital on the island.

When the nurse changed her clothes, she opened her eyes, looked numb and empty, did not resist and struggle, seemed to have no consciousness.

But when the nurse applied the ointment on her wrist, she felt the hot and humid liquid dripping from the back of her hand. She raised her eyes. The woman in front of her eyes was still open, her lips were pale, and tears were falling from her cheek.

"Is it hurting you? I'm sorry." The nurse apologized.

No one answered.

She is still conscious and able to think, but her mind is always chaotic, just like a mess without a clue.

She heard the gunfire and saw Lu Zhan fall from the cliff and fall into the sea.

And then?

No, then.

Jiang Yichen shot and killed Lu Zhan?

Thinking about holding her head, she slowly curled up her body. Suddenly, she grabbed the sleeve of the little nurse and asked, "is there anyone else who has been sent to the hospital except me?"

Every word in her voice was pierced by thousands of steel needles.

"Yes, there's a woman who's on the rescue."

Mu Xinwei was particularly terrible when she was sent. Her throat was cut and her blood was flowing all the time. Her whole body was dyed red with blood.

"It's not her." Think and shake your head.

Heart is like a big crack, cold wind whirring into the inside, cold and painful.

She clung to the nurse's hand, the corners of her lips twitched, and it took a lot of effort to say a complete sentence: "help me Help me find someone, save him He is In The sea. "

After saying this, I suddenly realized something.

The desperation in my heart suddenly seemed like a snow mountain falling down, and like a huge wave rushing towards her, "ah..." She screamed in pain and bit her arm open.

The nurse hugged her in a hurry, put her in his arms, patted her on the back, and then motioned another nurse coming in behind him to give the patient a tranquilizer.

After being injected with tranquilizer, her whole body strength seemed to be evacuated, leaving only boundless fatigue and weakness. She slowly closed her eyes to meet the darkness coming from her face.

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Mu Xinwei's operation is still in progress.

When she turned her head, her neck bumped into Lu Zhan's blade. In addition, she deliberately escaped. The knife almost cut her blood vessels transversely. The wound was very deep and bleeding.

Jiang Yichen stood in the faint corridor of the hospital with a solemn and cold look.

He didn't know whether his hair was soaked in rain or sweat. He stuck it on his forehead, and his black shirt was stained with blood. Now it has condensed into a block, and it looks very dark.

When the door of the operating room opened, the nurse came out and saw Jiang Yichen come over in a hurry: "Sir, the patient is bleeding heavily. The blood volume in the blood bank is not enough. Blood transfusion is needed. If someone is type a blood, please arrange for blood sampling immediately."

Mu Xinwei's blood type is not special, but the hospital medical conditions on the island are not top-notch, and because it is a large number of blood transfusions, so can only accept the same type of blood.

On a typhoon day, it is obviously too late to transfer blood from the city hospital. The entrance of the cross sea bridge has been sealed, and no more vehicles are allowed to enter the island.

"Good." A hoarse syllable sounded.

After a while, the door of the ward was opened, and her nerves were so fragile that she felt that someone was pounding the bell and drum in her ear and heart.

"How is the man?"

"I've just had a tranquilizer injection, but it's a small amount, so the patient's whole body is weak and unable to move."

The gaze was fixed on her for a moment, and then she heard the sound of footsteps and moved slowly to her bedside.

Someone held her cold hand.

"Think about it!"

It's Jiang Yichen.

Thinking that she didn't have the strength to sit up, she closed her eyes and breathed shallowly.

Jiang Yichen sat down beside her bed, in a low but clear voice: "Xinwei has lost too much blood and needs blood transfusion. The blood volume in the hospital blood bank is not enough. You and she have the same blood type. Do me a favor and save someone's life."

It is more a statement than a consultation.

He opened his eyes and turned to look at him.

The eyes are not sad and happy, not mixed with too much emotion, but cold to the extreme.

Jiang Yichen is resolute and quick in his work. He never hesitates. He knows the blood type he is concerned about. In an emergency situation, he can't find out who is the right blood type one by one.

Miss suddenly laughed, but her facial muscles were stiff, so the smile was just a wisp of irony hanging on the lip.

They killed Lu Zhan and even wanted her to give Mu Xinwei a blood transfusion.

The irony was condensed on her lips. She whispered, struggling to sit up. Her pale face was not a bit bloody. She looked at Jiang Yichen's cold face and was extremely firm, word by word: "divorce me, I'll give her blood transfusion."She said so clearly and clearly that Jiang Yichen naturally understood. He frowned deeply, his deep pupils contracted in an instant, and his muscles on his face were slightly stiff. He held the caring hand and exerted himself involuntarily.

She felt that kind of pain, but her whole body strength seemed to be evacuated, so she couldn't take it away. She just looked at Jiang Yichen calmly and indifferently.

There is no hysterical noise, only stagnant water general calm.

Jiang Yichen wants Mu Xinwei to live. She just wants to be free and away from this man. Up to now, they can't continue to live as if nothing had happened.

"Think about it." Jiang Yichen called her name again: "first blood transfusion, conditions after discussion."

"No, now, Jiang Yichen. You can't afford to delay." She said that, because of the muscle tension and stiffness, there was no expression on her face, more like a gentle and gentle voice: "make a divorce agreement, sign it."

Time passes by, but it seems like a century has passed. Two people are facing each other without a word. Only the eyes meet together, as if to see through each other. He has always been a crisp person, but suddenly hesitated.

The door of the ward was opened again, and the nurse's voice sounded very anxious: "Sir, the spare blood in the blood bank has been exhausted. The patient has lost too much blood, and now he needs blood transfusion urgently."

Jiang Yichen took a deep look at his thoughts. His thin lips pressed tightly. His anger and chill seemed to come out of his bone marrow and could not be stopped.

He got up quickly and pushed the door of the ward without saying a word.

Five minutes later, Jiang Yichen folded back again and threw the thin A4 paper in his hand in front of his mind: "what you want, now you can draw blood."

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