"Even if the entire responsibility is ours, does it make sense to talk about it now?

Is it valuable?”

"Whose responsibility is more important than Miss Tang's life?"

Aunt Qing hated Ye Fan very much: "Miss's tenderness is completely wrong."

"Whoosh!"

Ye Fan didn't speak, he just squinted his eyes slightly and twitched his nose.

He smelled a cold, familiar and very special smell of alcohol.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Ye Fan looked at the emergency room behind Aunt Qing: "How is Ruoxue's condition now?"

"Originally, he was seriously injured and was on the verge of death. After the doctor's rescue, his life was temporarily saved."

Aunt Qing held back her anger: "It's just that we can't completely escape the danger. I can only give you a chance for treatment."

She would not have begged Mark unless she had no choice but to do so.

"Step aside!"

Ye Fan pushed Aunt Qing away and entered the emergency room, and soon came to Tang Ruoxue's operating table.

In the field of vision, the woman's body was stained with a lot of blood, her face was horribly pale, and she looked like she was about to die at any moment.

Ye Fan's eyes slowed down and he looked sideways at the instrument.

He found that Tang Ruoxue's various indices were in the danger zone.

But her blood volume was within the normal range.

This made Ye Fan's eyelids jump.

Then, Ye Fan turned around and walked out of the emergency room.

He said to Song Hongyan at the door: "Hongyan, bring me the No. 3 silver needle from the incubator in the car."

Song Hongyan narrowed her eyes slightly, then smiled: "Okay, I'll get it for you."

She quickly took people out, and not long after, she ran back again with a needle box in her hand.

"Thanks!"

Ye Fan took the needle box and returned to the emergency room.
Chapter completed!