"Even if all the responsibility is us, is it meaningful to talk about this now?

Is it valuable?"

"Is it more important for anyone's responsibility than Miss Tang's life?"

Aunt Qing was very resentful to Ye Fan: "Miss is just a mistake in giving her tenderness."

"Swoosh!"

Ye Fan didn't say anything, but 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 situation now?"

"It was originally severely injured and it was no longer possible. After the doctor's rescue, my life was temporarily saved."

Aunt Qing stopped her anger: "I just can't completely escape from danger, I can only give you a chance to treat you."

If she had not forced herself, she would not have asked Ye Fan for help.

“Get out of here!”

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

In the field of vision, the woman was stained with blood and her face was terrible, giving people the situation of dying at any time.

Ye Fan's eyes slowed down and he turned his head to look at the instrument.

He found that Tang Ruoxue's various indexes were in a dangerous range.

But her blood volume is in the normal range.

This made Ye Fan's eyelids twitch.

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

He spoke to Song Hongyan at the door: "Hongyan, bring me the No. 3 silver needle in the insulated box in the car."

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

She quickly took people out, but not long after, she ran back and had an extra needle box in her hand.

"Thanks!"

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