Chapter 407 Enough to Make Us Unable to Recover

Zheng Bo's expression became more solemn.

He looked at Gong Lichuan, and then turned his eyes to Mu Wanqing, who had been sent to the hospital bed to lie down.

The girl lay quietly on the bed, staring at the snow-white ceiling with her eyes open, blinking lightly from time to time, without any unnecessary emotions.

She's used to it...

I am used to being sent to the emergency room, used to lying on the hospital bed, and used to shuttle between various clinics, monitoring rooms, operating rooms and wards.

The indifference shown by Mu Wanqing made Gong Lichuan and Wen Shixian's hearts feel like needles pricking their hearts. They were distressed, but they had no choice but to accompany them silently...

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to you as long as I'm here." Zheng Bo patted Gong Lichuan's shoulder and comforted him.

Gong Lichuan felt a little heavy and nodded.

After Mu Wanqing had some basic examinations, he was pushed into the gastric lavage room. The cold instruments and the sound of mechanical instruments were all so familiar...

The process of gastric lavage is painful.

She almost lost consciousness several times, and even suffered cardiac arrest... but fortunately, she was eventually rescued by Zheng Bo.

His life seemed to be half gone.

The restless pain in the heart was intertwined with the pain in the stomach. Neither of them was willing to give in, and finally joined forces to torture the innocent girl.

"Miss Mu, it's okay..."

Finally, Mu Wanqing heard Zheng Bo's voice in a daze.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, raised her eyelids slightly, and opened her lips slightly with breathlessness, "Thank you..."

When Mu Wanqing was pushed out, Gong Lichuan and Wen Shixian were sitting on the bench in the corridor. One was slumped, and the other seemed calm on the surface, but anxious inside...

"Qing'er!"

Hearing the door of the gastric lavage room being opened, followed by the sound of the hospital bed turning, Gong Lichuan stood up suddenly.

He rushed over, but was stopped by Zheng Bo, "Mr. Gong, don't get excited. Miss Mu needs to be sent to the ward to rest now."

"How is she doing?"

Gong Lichuan held Zheng Bo's arm tightly, his eyes were scarlet, with bloodshot eyes filled with tiredness and nervousness.

Zheng Bo sighed and said, "It is indeed a very special medicine. It is powerful enough to cause the tumor to burst, and it is also powerful enough to make us unable to recover..."

Hearing this, Wen Shixian stumbled back.

Her eyes flashed slightly, mixed with some faint nervousness and worry. If...she was afraid of that if.

What if she didn't find the clue in the milk?

"After we performed gastric lavage on Miss Mu, most of the medicine has been excreted, but this is liquid after all, and a small amount has still been absorbed into the blood."

Zheng Bo said truthfully, "I suggest you stay in the hospital for observation. It's best not to let Miss Mu run around anymore. Her current condition is very dangerous."

Gong Lichuan clenched his fists tightly.

He forced himself to control his emotions, with veins looming on his arms, and said in a deep voice, "I know."

Zheng Bo nodded, gave a few more instructions on how to take care of Mu Wanqing, and prepared to go to the ward.

But Gong Lichuan suddenly reached out and stopped him, "Director Zheng, there is one more thing."

"Say." Zheng Bo turned his gaze back.

"Qing'er is worried about the risks of surgery, and I... don't want her to leave on the operating table." Gong Lichuan's throat tightened, "Is there any other way?"

Zheng Bo looked at them and said hesitantly, "Heart transplant."

Hearing the sound, Wen Shixian's eyes became a little hollow.

Her eyes gradually turned red, and her red lips parted slightly, "Then...can we go see her now?"