[For profit, people can become ghosts, or they can eat people. 】

I was trying to stop the bleeding for Song Bolao when Luo Qinghe came up, and his expression changed slightly when he saw this battle.

He squatted down and felt Xia Huainan's pulse, and found that he was okay, so he ignored him and asked Song Bailao how he was doing.

"Can you get up?"

Song Bailao's lips were a little pale, he glanced at him, and stood up directly.

The handkerchiefs were all soaked, and blood was dripping down the fingertips.

"Slow down." Because of his movement, my hand loosened a little, and instantly the blood flowed even more fiercely.

Luo Qinghe walked to the bedside, lifted the sheet, tore off a piece, and came back.

Song Bailao took the sheet from his hand and pressed it on the other side of his wound.

When our group went downstairs, Luo Qinghe's bodyguards had already restrained all the bodyguards of the Xia family. The old man Xia and the middle-aged man were pressed by Daoist Weijing on the sofa, their faces were full of anger and dare not speak.

When they saw us, they were stunned, and then stared at Song Bailao in disbelief.

The middle-aged man said in a hurry: "He made this himself, it has nothing to do with us."

No one expected that Song Bailao would be so stubborn, so stubborn that he would not hesitate to see blood or hurt himself. No matter how domineering the Xia family was, they didn't really want to cause death.

Luo Qinghe stopped: "If something happens to my son, don't think about it for any of you."

He said this very calmly, but no one doubted the truth of his words. At this point, he finally looked a little like a father.

The old man Xia and the middle-aged man suddenly turned pale, and they were speechless.

"Can't enter, I have already reported, you wait..."

Luo Qinghe's car was parked outside, as was the police car, two police officers were stopped outside the gate, and the servants of the Xia family would not let them in.

"If you don't let us go, we will force a breakthrough!" Suddenly, the young police officer saw us from a distance, his eyes lit up, "Ah, someone came out!"

The servants also looked over, maybe Song Bailao's appearance was too amazing, and they all consciously stepped aside in fear.

"Mr. Luo?" Another slightly older police officer, who seemed to know Luo Qinghe, stepped forward and asked, "What happened? Are you okay?"

Luo Qinghe shook his head and asked me to help Song Bailao to get into the car first.

I don't know what he said to the police, but through the car window, I saw two police officers finally rushed into the Xia family mansion.

Originally went to the nearest hospital, but Song Bailao called Luo Mengbai on the way, and then asked the driver to go directly to the Sanatorium and Hospital.

"What are you doing with this expression?" Song Bailao threw the phone aside, raised his hand to touch me, but frowned and gave up because his hand was full of blood.

"Stop talking." As soon as he speaks, the wound will be affected. I don't know if he hurts or not, but it is definitely not good for blood clotting.

"Don't be afraid, you won't die." He cracked his mouth and smiled, "I still have a wish, how can I be willing to die."

I wanted to stretch out my third hand to cover his mouth, but I couldn't do it, so I leaned over and blocked it with my mouth.

After a while, I straightened up, licked his lips soothingly and said, "I told you to stop talking."

He smiled, held my wrist, and rubbed the pulse with his thumb, obediently stopped talking.

Arrived at the hospital as quickly as possible, Luo Mengbai had already led people to wait at the door, and Song Bailao was immediately sent to the operating room by the stretcher bed on the stage.

"The ability is so great that he even dared to cut the glands himself. It is his luck that he didn't cut the aorta." Luo Mengbai changed his usual laughing appearance, and even had a bit of annoyance on his face.

until Song Bailao was pushed into the operating room, she stopped and asked me, "You don't look very good, are you alright?"

As soon as she asked, I realized that my shirt was wet with cold sweat. Now that I was quiet, I felt chilly.

After wrapping up my clothes, I said, "It's a little tired, but I can persevere."

Vip room has sofa, TV and separate toilet. The TV does not broadcast the news next to it, but only shows the operation situation of each operating room.

Song Bailao entered the operating room No. 2, and until Luo Qinghe came to find it, it was always "in operation".

"I asked someone to send Xia Weijing back."

I nodded, "Where's the police?"

"Take away a few bodyguards." Luo Qinghe's eyes were cold, "With only two little policemen, they can't move the Xia family."

I have already done this step, and I will not be afraid of the police coming to my door. There are as many of them as means to settle the matter, and as many as scapegoats pushed out to block their guns.

Even Luo Qinghe, judging from his previous attitude, should not want to have a head-on conflict with the Xia family. But now that Song Bailao was seriously injured, this Liangzi would have to be tied even if he didn't.

Two hours later, operating room 2 finally jumped from "in operation" to "operation completed".

Luo Qinghe and I got up and walked out almost at the same time. In front of the operating room, Luo Mengbai came out of it, and behind him was Song Bailao, who had already undergone the operation but was still awake.

"Uncle." Luo Mengbai called Luo Qinghe, and then said to me, "The operation went well, but his glands were severely damaged, we can only remove both glands."

"Will that... have any effect on his body?"

Luo Mengbai revealed regret: "Sorry, I can't say for sure that it has no effect at all, the data in this regard is too little. We don't know what will happen to an alpha after losing its glands. ."

That's it...it's up to you.

Maybe it was due to the anesthetic, Song Bailao woke up several times a night, all in a daze, screaming for thirst, put some water on his mouth, and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, Song Bailao didn't wake up. I was dozing off but was woken up by the quarrel outside the door.

I listened carefully and found that it was Song Xiao's voice.

Gently pushed open the door of the ward, and at a glance I saw Song Xiao with his back to the door, grabbing Luo Qinghe by the collar and pushing him against the wall: "It's not enough for them to rob my lover, and now they have My son is like this! How can I let us go?"

Luo Qinghe groaned, grabbed his arm, and slowly pushed his hand away.

"I'll make them pay without you telling me."

"Pay the price?" Song Xiao shook off his hand and took a few steps back, his tone was bitter and mocking, "Can you still kill them? If you can really make them pay the price, so what? Will you endure until now?"

Luo Qinghe looked at him for a while: "At least, I've been working hard."

After saying that, without waiting for Song Xiao to react, he vibrated the front of his suit and strode away to the other end of the corridor.

I hurriedly closed the door, sat back on the bed and pretended to sleep.

After a while, I heard the sound of the door opening, and I opened my eyes pretentiously.

"Uncle Xiao, why are you here?"

Song Xiao came to the bed gently: "Luo Qinghe called me yesterday, and I came back overnight."

After listening to him, I also sighed in my heart. Although he had to know about Song Bailao's situation sooner or later, was it a little too fast to tell him yesterday? What mother would love to see her son lying so weakly in a hospital bed? Even if Song Bolao woke up a day later, Song Xiao would not be so excited.

It seems that it was Luo Qinghe that Song Xiao chased back then.

"The doctor said that this is not a major operation, the wound is small, and you can be discharged in three or four days after waking up."

If only the glands were removed, Luo Mengbai said that it would be a minimally invasive operation at most, but because Song Bailao cut it with glass and the wound was relatively large, they also spent a lot of effort to clean up the wound to prevent any Glass shards remain. After the sutures are removed, Song Bailau will probably have a scar of about three centimeters from the back of his ear to his neck. Other than that, everything is unknown.

Song Xiao touched Song Bailao's forehead, his face full of sadness.

"If only I had taken him away."

Everyone has their own last resort, and who knows what the best option is.

Song Xiao asked me to go back to rest, saying that he was here.

I looked at Song Bailao who was sleeping and said, "I'll go back after he wakes up."

Waited for a whole night or so, not bad for the last time.

As if hearing my words, Song Bailao let out two vague moans, and slowly opened his eyes.

Song Xiao and I immediately got together.

"Blau, how are you feeling, does it hurt?"

"Are you thirsty? Want some water?"

He looked at me and Song Xiao, and said with difficulty, "It hurts, but I'm not thirsty."