Chapter 1722
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The old butler could not help asking when he saw Huo Yao striding out. "Miss Huo, are you going out again?"
Huo Yao hung up the phone and nodded politely at the old butler. She did not explain further and walked to the entrance. She picked up the car key which she had left on the cabinet and walked out.
In less than two minutes, the sound of a car engine could be heard.
The old butler stood in the yard and shook his head before entering the villa.
**
Meanwhile, in the Huo family's private hospital.
Huo Changfeng hung up the phone and turned to look at the hospital director. "Wait a little longer."
The hospital director frowned. "But Master Feng can't afford to wait even a minute. His heart was shot before and he hasn't been recuperating. Now that he has been shot in the chest again... If we don't do the surgery, I'm afraid he won't even have a one-thousandth chance of survival."
Huo Changfeng clenched his fists tightly. His eyes were so red that they seemed to be dyed with blood. How could he not know how critical the situation was?
Even though he was not a doctor, he knew how dangerous it was to perform a second surgery in the same position. However, the one-thousandth chance... he could not afford to gamble.
Huo Changfeng gritted his teeth and insisted. "Let's wait a little longer. Please keep Master Feng alive no matter what. Thank you."
He knew that Third Young Master was on the brink of death last year and that Miss Huo had saved him. Master Feng... might be able to survive!
The hospital director had no choice but to say. "Okay, I'll try my best. But there's something I need to tell you. Master Feng's blood is special. He hasn't come to the hospital to store blood for years. Even though we still have a packet in the blood bank, it's far from enough."
The hospital director paused before he continued. "Even if the bullet in Master Feng's chest can be safely removed, he will probably die from excessive blood loss."
In other words, a one-thousandth chance of survival was just in name. It was extremely difficult to save Master Feng.
With that, the hospital director entered the resuscitation room again.
Huo Changfeng leaned against the wall dejectedly. How could he forget that Master Feng had a special blood type?
At this moment, Little Six slapped himself hard. "It's all my fault. I didn't protect Master Feng. That shot should have hit me."
Huo Changfeng raised his head and looked at Little Six. In the end, his gaze landed on his left hand, which was still dripping with blood. "Those people came prepared. You don't have to blame yourself. Go and treat your wound first."
Little Six clenched his teeth, turned around, and walked to the nurses' station.
Once he was done with the wound, he would immediately go and find out which bastard did it today.
Ten minutes later, Huo Yao finally arrived at the hospital.
"Uncle, what's the situation?"
Huo Yao asked in a low voice when she saw the lights in the ER.
Huo Changfeng seemed to see hope when he saw Huo Yao. However, the moment he thought about the blood, the hope in his eyes was extinguished. He said bitterly, "Master Feng's condition isn't looking good."
Huo Yao frowned.
At this moment, the door of the emergency room was opened again and the director rushed out. "Master Feng, you're dying. Is the doctor you mentioned not here yet?"
Before Huo Changfeng could say anything, Huo Yao said, "I am. Bring me in."
The director's eyes landed on Huo Yao. When he saw that it was a young lady in her twenties, he was slightly stunned. "You?"
"Yes, it's me." Huo Yao's exquisite eyes darkened. She did not delay any further and walked into the ER.
Although the director was shocked, he could not care less at this juncture. He followed Huo Yao and returned to the ER.
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