Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Seeing Huo Yao strode out, the old butler couldn't help but opened his mouth and asked: "Miss, you want to go out again?"

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

Within two minutes, there was the sound of the car's engine starting outside.

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

**

Here, in the private hospital affiliated with the Huo family.

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

The dean's eyebrows furrowed, "But Master Feng can't afford to wait for a minute. He has suffered a gunshot wound to his heart, and he hasn't undergone recuperation over the years. Now he has been shot again in his chest... Surgery, I am afraid that there will be no one-thousandth chance of life."

Huo Changfeng squeezed his fists, his eyes were flushed with blood, why didn't he know that the situation is critical now.

But for the second operation in the same position, even if he was not a doctor, he knew the danger, but with this one-thousandth chance... he couldn't afford to bet.

Gritting his teeth, Huo Changfeng still insisted: "Wait a minute, please, Dean, you have to hang the life of Lord Feng anyway, thank you."

He knew that the third young master was dead last year, and it was the eldest who rescued him, and that master Feng...maybe too!

Seeing this, the dean had to say: "Well, I will try my best, but I still want to tell you one thing. Master Feng's blood is special. He hasn't come to the hospital to store blood in these years, even though our blood bank still has it. There is a packet sealed, but it is far from enough."

The dean paused and continued: "Even if the bullet that seals the chest of the master can be safely taken out, I am afraid that he will eventually die due to excessive blood loss."

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

After speaking, the dean went into the rescue room again.

Huo Changfeng leaned against the wall dejectedly, how could he forget that Feng's blood type was special?

At this time, Xiao Liu slapped himself severely with his hand, "It's all to blame. I didn't protect Master Feng. The shot should have hit me."

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

Xiao Liu gritted his teeth, turned and walked to the nurse's station.

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

Ten minutes later, Huo Yao drove all the way and finally reached the hospital.

"Uncle, how is the situation?"

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

Huo Changfeng saw Huo Yao as if he saw hope, but when he thought about blood, the hope in his eyes disappeared, and he said bitterly: "Feng Ye may not be optimistic about his situation."

Huo Yao's eyebrows tightened.

At this time, the door of the rescue room was opened again, and the dean hurriedly walked out from inside, "Master Feng is not working anymore. Has the doctor you mentioned hasn't arrived yet?"

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

Only then did the dean set his gaze on Huo Yao, and saw that she was just a little girl in her twenties. He was slightly taken aback, "You?"

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

Seeing this, the dean was shocked in his heart, but at this time he couldn't take care of that much. He followed Huo Yao and returned to the rescue room.