Lu Jingchen sighed secretly and turned to look in the direction of the operating room.
Now that Jian Ruoxi and Lu Jingchuan were in charge of Song Mobei's surgery, he thought his life would not be in danger.
Thinking of Song Qingyou who fell into a coma in the ward, Lu Jingchen couldn't help but turn around and look at Mo Yue behind him.
"You stay here and tell me if anything happens."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Jingchen stepped away from the place.
Lin Qian here ran out of the hospital building and stumbled towards the morgue behind the hospital.
Lin Qian didn't care about the strange looks from passers-by, nor the tears on her own face, nor the blood on her forehead when she ran into the elevator just now because she was too anxious.
She had only one thought in her heart at this time, and that was to find Ye Guanqing.
Lin Qian breathlessly looked at the closed door in front of her, stretched out her hand to wipe the tears on her cheeks, straightened her hair that was a little messy in the wind, clenched her hands, and took a deep breath.
After that, I mustered up the courage to open the door in front of me.
The cold and desolate morgue exudes a gloomy atmosphere.
Lin Qian opened the door, and a strong smell of formalin hit her nostrils.
She was surrounded by gray walls, and beds were neatly arranged, with corpses lying on them, covered with white cloths. .
There was a strong smell of death all around, and the cold and gloomy surroundings made people feel a little numb.
The scene in front of her eyes made Lin Qian's steps suddenly freeze.
She raised her hand, tightly covering her chest, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked in.
One step, two steps, three steps Lin Qian walked slowly.
If you look closely, you can see that her legs are shaking slightly, and her slender body seems to be about to collapse at any time.
The further inside, the more Lin Qian felt the coldness all over her body.
She slowly stopped walking and looked around with blurred vision.
When she saw a white bed in the corner not far away, it was obviously separate from the others.
Come, there is a familiar figure lying on the bed, and not far from the bed, Mo Yi stands with a stern expression.
The familiar figure made Lin Qian's breath suddenly suffocate.
She immediately raised her hand to cover her mouth, and she could vaguely hear the suppressed sounds of grief overflowing from her mouth.
Lin Qian took heavy steps and slowly approached the corner step by step.
Her face was pale, blood beads on her forehead flowed down between her eyebrows, and her delicate and clean face suddenly became a little scary.
Lin Qian's sudden appearance surprised Mo Yi, who had been guarding the morgue.
Shouldn't she be operating on Song Mobei in the operating room now?
Why did she suddenly appear here?
Seeing Lin Qian's purple forehead and the bright red blood on her face, Mo Yi was slightly startled and looked at her worriedly.
"Lin Qian, why are you here?
Are you injured?"
However, Lin Qian, who was immersed in her own world, did not respond to him.
Sensing something obviously wrong with Lin Qian, Mo Yi couldn't help but frowned and walked up to Lin Qian.
Just as he was about to speak, Lin Qian suddenly pushed him away.
Mo Yi, who was unprepared, did not expect Lin Qian's strength to be so strong.
His tall body couldn't help but stumbled backwards.
His face suddenly darkened.
Just as he was about to reach out and grab Lin Qian who was passing in front of him, something came to his ears.
A miserable scream.
"No" As soon as they approached the corner, Ye Guanqing's calm and peaceful face came into Lin Qian's eyes.
When she saw the dazzling blood hole between his eyebrows, the emotions that Lin Qian had been suppressing burst out instantly.
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