My Destined Lover

Hearing the profound meaning between Qin Mingcheng’s words, Mrs. Qin was stunned. She clenched her hand unconsciously, and wait for a while looked at the door of the emergency room.

A doctor just came out of it, carrying a basin of blood, and staggered to the other end of the corridor.

Yes, it’s all the same. How can it survive?

Mrs. Qin settled down.

After waiting for a while, a nurse came out of the emergency room, walked to several people, and timidly handed out a piece of paper: “This is a notice of critical illness, please sign it…”

“Ah, oh.” Old Mrs. Qin looked worried, picked up her pen and wrote trembling.

Just wrote a surname, and at the other end of the corridor, a group of people came angrily.

“Are you Qin father’s family? We’re going to transfer Qin father! And you…”

The first person looked at Qin Yichen. “Please come with us, too.”

A few people stared at each other, and Qin Mingcheng reacted first. He pretended to be calm and opened his mouth. “Excuse me…”

However, before he finished speaking, a group of people had already entered the emergency room and pushed away the old Qin who was lying in the operating room. By the way, regardless of Qin Yichen’s resistance, he dragged it away.

…

It was getting brighter, and the horizon ushered in a dawn.

Father Qin, who was transferred to hospital, is out of danger after a night of emergency treatment.

He was lying in the hospital bed, and his cheeks were finally full, but in just one night, they were sunken again.

The breath exhaled from the nose is weak and thin.

Marcus sat by the bed, holding Qin’s old man’s hand in silence, only feeling cold in the palm of his hand, just like his heart at the moment.

A subordinate came to persuade him to rest: “Qin Shao, you haven’t slept a wink all night. Go to sleep first. If you fall down, the master didn’t see you at first sight when he woke up. I don’t know how worried I should be about you…”

Marcus’s indifferent expression fluctuated slightly until he listened to the second half of the sentence.

He carefully put his hot hand into bed, got up, and turned out of the ward.

With a click, the door was closed.

When his subordinates saw Marcus holding the door handle in a dazed way, he hesitated for a moment and told his discovery.

“Young master, experts have analyzed that if you want to eradicate the toxins in your master’s body through surgery, the success rate is…” He gritted his teeth, “0. 1%.”

“Unless it is… to transfer the toxins in the master’s body to another person, otherwise…”

Marcus slowly released the doorknob.

“Then turn it inside me.”

Subordinate a surprised, “Young master!”

But seeing Marcus look determined, his words of persuasion were blocked in his throat, and it took a long time to say, “It’s not necessary to do transfer surgery, isn’t there a little lady? Her acupuncture…”

“Stop it.” Marcus frowned and made up his mind. “It’s a big deal to change one life for another.”

Subordinates are afraid to speak again.

Marcus rubbed his eyebrows and sighed.

The toxins in Grandpa’s body can never be refined by ordinary people.

He already owes Laura too much, and must never involve her in the complicated and mysterious conspiracy of the rich and powerful.

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Marcus is lying on the operating table.

It seems that he was recognized, and the surgeon’s hand trembled and trembled: “Qin Shao, are you sure you want to do this operation?”

Marcus didn’t even lift his eyelids. “Hmm.”

“Well,” the surgeon told the little nurses around him, “bring the anesthesia needle.”

Seeing that the operation was about to begin, the door of the operating room was kicked open with a bang.

“Stop it!”