The quiet corridor is filled with the smell of disinfectant.

When he found the door of the director's office, Qiao Luo was stopped by the nurse.

"Miss, you can't force yourself. Our director still has a very important meeting to hold later. If you do this, I will call the security guard."

Qiao Luo paused, his cold eyes were frightening.

The nurse swallowed, and a chill surged up from the soles of her feet.

She said weakly, "Miss, you really can't go in, Director, he really has no time."

The little girl is young and her anger is so scary.

Qiao Luo took out his cell phone and dialed out.

"Qiao Luo?" The old man's hoarse voice rang on the phone.

Qiao Luo frowned, "Old Su, please help me. I am now in Shande Hospital, and a child has a car accident and needs surgery now."

"Okay, I understand, wait." Old Master Su said readily.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Luo looked up at the office not far away, and his lips were slightly pursed.

The nurse glanced at her and guessed her origin in her heart.

Mr. Su?

What kind of character is that?

"Miss Qiao, what should I do?" Xiaolan cried and her eyes were swollen, and she sobbed.

Qiao Luo said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Before he finished speaking, the door to the director's office opened.

The middle-aged man in a white coat ran out of the room in panic and looked around anxiously.

"Director, are you?" the nurse asked in surprise.

The middle-aged man ignored her, his eyes fell on Qiao Luo, walked quickly to her, and asked respectfully, "Are you Miss Qiao?"

Qiao Luo nodded, his voice cold, "Can you prepare surgery for that child now?"

The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled apologized, "Of course, I'll make arrangements now."

He dare not neglect the person who can ask Mr. Su to call the dean.

On the side, the nurse was stunned and looked at Qiao Luo with a change of taste.

With Mr. Su's help, Xiaobin was quickly pushed into the operating room.

"God bless Xiaobin, you must be safe and sound." In the corridor, Xiaolan looked at the red light at the door of the operating room, folded her hands together, and kept chanting prayer words in her mouth.

Opposite, Qiao Luo sat on the bench.

"Sister Lan, why did Xiaobin get into a car accident?"

"Two days ago, Xiaobin and his friends picked up a stray dog ​​at the entrance of the orphanage. The children liked it, so I left the dog in the orphanage to raise it." Xiaolan turned to look at her, with a little bit of self-blame in her eyes.

"Today, the dog suddenly ran away, Xiaobin chased him out, and didn't notice the car for a while, and then got into a car accident."

As she said that, she raised her hand and wiped her tears, sobbing in a low voice, "It's all my fault, it's my fault, it's me that I didn't like him."

Qiao Luo said, "This matter has nothing to do with you, you don't need to blame yourself."

It’s no wonder that such an accident is true. Besides, with so many children in the orphanage, she can’t take care of everything alone.

The waiting time is always particularly long. Two hours have passed, and the light at the door of the operating room is still on.

Qiao Luo took out his cell phone and glanced at the time. It was already past ten o'clock.

She turned her eyes to the operating room, and the marks furrowed between her eyebrows became a little deeper.

...

The night fog hit, the streets faded away the hustle and bustle, and there was a little more tranquility.

Two black shadows appeared in the back window of Xiyun Pavilion, and their sneaky appearance showed a bit of uneasy kindness.

The window was pried open, making a muffled sound.

"Be careful." The taller man picked up his hand and patted his accomplice's head, scolding him in dissatisfaction.

"I understand, Angkor, isn't this lock open?" The man who was hit by an iron sand palm said aggrievedly.

"Hurry up." The man named "Angkor" looked around with vigilance and couldn't help but urge.

The man who picked the lock carefully pushed open the window and quickly climbed in.

With his feet on the ground, he squatted in the corner of the wall with his body, and said softly, "Angkor, no one, hurry up."

When Angkor heard that there was no one, he quickly climbed up the window, and his movements were as natural as flowing. It was obvious that he usually did this kind of thing.

The two walked out of the kitchen in the dark, and the thinner man went straight to the counter.

"Monkey, don't worry about flipping things, do as planned, don't delay." Angkor said in a low voice.

After finishing this order, you will not have to worry about spending it.

The man who was called "monkey" took out a stack of change from the drawer and stuffed it all into his pocket.

"I understand." He closed the drawer lightly and took out a lighter from his pocket.

He raised his head and a coffin came into his eyes. He was inexplicably panicked, "Angkor, do you really want to do this?"

"Don't want money anymore?" Angkor glanced at him and said unhappy.

The monkey hesitated, "But there are still people upstairs, this is a bit cruel."

"Why, now you have to be a good person?" Wu looked unhappy and said sneered, "Okay, then you go, I'll get the money for this order myself."

"Okay, Angkor, I just said that I was not clear-headed for a while. You are not careful about villains, so don't bother with me." The monkey raised his hand and shaved himself, and smiled flatteringly.

Angkor sneered coldly, "Why don't you hurry up."

As he said that, he took the key from the counter and turned around and walked back to the back window.

He urged as he climbed up the window, "Get quicker, hurry up."

The monkey looked up at the upstairs, closed his eyes, and made up his mind to turn on the lighter.

He reached out to grab the paper money from the container, lit the fire, and threw it into the corner.

Immediately afterwards, he ran back to the window and quickly slid away.

Seeing that he came out, Angkor raised his hand to press the cap on his head and hurried back to the van parked by the road.

"Go away."

The monkey followed him and got into the car, closed the door in panic, and Angkor started the car and left.

In the store, scarlet flames were circulating wildly like crazy, swallowing everything around them unrestrainedly.

The temperature suddenly rose and thick smoke filled the air.

In the bedroom, Qiao Yuan was choked by thick smoke and lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"Ahem."

When he walked to the door, he reached out and pressed the switch on the wall.

As soon as the light lit up, Qiao Yuan lowered his head and saw the black smoke coming into the crack of the door, and his face looked horrified.

What's going on?

He reached out to open the door, and the temperature of the tentacles was so hot.

The first reaction in his mind was on fire.

He ran back to the bathroom, pulled a towel to get wet, and then ran out with his mouth and nose covered.

The thick smoke spread, making his eyes sour, and his vision blurred.

"Grandma Chang." He ran diagonally opposite and opened the door and broke in.

"Grandma Chang, you'll come out soon after it's on fire."

No one responded to him, and Qiao Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

He reached out and pressed the switch on the wall. The light was on, and the figure lying on the ground came into his eyes.

Qiao Yuan was startled and hurriedly ran over.
Chapter completed!