Chapter 1730

The nurse showed them the warhead and went back.

The door of the operating room was closed again, and the red light was on ominously.

In the cold air, only the flower looks like the pain to the extreme, the general intermittent pumping sound slowly echoes.

Fu Tingyuan thought in his heart that Fengjin really played a little big this time.

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at three o'clock in the morning, the doctor issued a critical notice.

The bullet rubbed his heart and got stuck between two ribs. However, the injury was too serious and hurt the heart pulse. The probability of being rescued was very small.

After hearing this, Huarong did not speak and sat in a daze on the bench.

Although luonanchu is not familiar with Fengjin, he is at a loss when he hears that Fengjin is about to die in the operating room.

How could this happen?

After experiencing the shadow of Tang Qing's death not long ago, she had another friend dying.

Fu Tingyuan began to contact famous surgical experts in the city of London.

Near five o'clock in the morning, Fu Tingyuan asked people to take luonanchu back to rest.

At first, Luonan wanted to stay with Huarong and refused to leave.

"You can't help by staying here." The man's tone was light and heavy, "Huarong has my care here. Think about waking up. You didn't accompany her a few days ago. Now I go out with you again. She will be afraid."

Ronan knew at first that it was no use staying.

Then I sat down and looked at the flower and looked at it. Then you go back and have a rest. "

Fu Yuan raised her head and touched her bodyguard.

He turned and walked over and sat down beside Huarong.

"Any smoke?"

The woman's voice was so hoarse that she could hardly hear her original appearance.

Fu Tingyuan took out a lighter and cigarette from his pocket and handed it to her.

Huarong lowered her head, held the cigarette on her lips, and trembled to light it, but her fingers slipped and she couldn't make her strength. She didn't light the lighter several times.

Fu Tingyuan sat on her side, also did not move, watching her take a long time to light the cigarette.

"What's going on?" He asked, leaning back on the bench.

"I accidentally shot him."

"You?"

"He put the pistol in my hand." Huarong lowered his head and took a hard puff of smoke. The whole person seemed to have just been fished out of the ice water. He trembled with uncontrollable delicacy, and his voice was trembling. "Ask me if I shot him, if he's not dead, it can be written off."

Fu Tingyuan turned his head and looked at her.

"Did you shoot?"

"How could I shoot?" Huarong hugged his head and growled hoarsely, "how could I shoot him?! ——I'm not crazy! He's crazy, Fu Tingyuan. He's really crazy! How can he force me with his own life? How can he do this? "

Fu Tingyuan looked at her on the verge of collapse and asked in a light voice, "so, do you have a good idea of what to do next? If he's dead, it's really easy to do, and you'll get to know that pile of shit with him. "

Huarong hugs her head tightly, and her voice brings out a little cry: -- No

She was so sad and sad that even Fu Tingyuan could not keep calm and calm.

He looked at her, sighed softly, and sat on her side with a hand on the top of her hair.

"Don't be afraid. It's not going to die. He used his life to exchange for a chance for himself. If he really died like this, it shows that he doesn't love you enough. ——Do you think he loves you enough