Chapter 907: Do I want me to die or stay

Mu Ge's temple was covered with a cold muzzle, and his tone was desolate and determined: "Tang Jian, either let me die or let me stay."

Death, or stay with you.

Mu Ge only gives Tang Jian two choices.

The room was quiet, and the bodyguards held their breath and stared at the gun in Mu Singer nervously. None of them expected that Dr. Mu would force the eldest son in this way, and they did not expect that Dr. Mu would rather die than leave the eldest son.

They all underestimated Dr. Mu’s feelings for the eldest son, and even more underestimated Dr. Mu’s courage.

Such a woman is worthy of the Tang family's mistress.

Such a woman is worthy of standing by the eldest son.

The blue veins on Tang Jian's forehead were raised, his lips were pursed into a line, and his voice seemed to be pressed into Mu Ge's throat. He couldn't speak even if he wanted to open his mouth several times, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down tremblingly.

"Wood……"

"I only have the answer, you only have one chance. Think about it before speaking." Mu Ge forced Tang Jian to choose A or B, and she should not listen to anything else.

Tang Jian's words in his throat were blocked back, and the blood on her body stinged his eyes. His tears were almost pressed down, and the sound of his mouth was almost deformed: "Okay, I won't drive you away."

Dong!

The next second, Mu Ge, who was forcibly supporting him, fell down.

Tang Jian picked her up, kicked her away with a gun, picked her up and walked out the door.

The car had been prepared outside the villa, and Tang Jian got into the car with Mu Ge in his arms. Tang Tai drove them to the hospital in person, followed by a bodyguard car.

Mu Ge's body twitched in pain, almost in shock.

Tang Jian was trembling with her hands holding her. He regretted that he shouldn't have shot her and forced her away in this way. He wanted to shoot himself, why did he use such a stupid method?

"Tang Tang Tang Tang Jian..." Mu Ge's teeth were trembling in pain, and the uninjured arm's hand tightly held his clothes.

"I'm here." Tang Jian's teeth were also trembling: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

She didn't want to hear that I was sorry. She wanted to hear that he liked her too. She wanted to hear that he would not leave her better than her, but she hurt too much. She couldn't even speak when she spoke. In the end, she couldn't hold on and fainted, but she still held his clothes tightly in her hand.

"Hurry up!" Seeing Mu Ge fainting, Tang Jian yelled at Tang Tai who was driving.

Tang Tai silently increased the speed of the car a little bit, but he really couldn't speed up any more, so he picked up the car and flew up.

Hospital.

As soon as the car stopped, Tang Jian got out of the car with Mu Ge in his arms. The doctor and the nurse were already pushing the flat bed and waiting, but Tang Jian didn't even look at the flat bed, and walked in with Mu Ge in his arms.

The doctor and the nurse rushed over, and no one dared to say that Tang Jian would put Mu Ge on the flat bed. The doctor and nurse chased him to the front to lead the way and led Tang Jian into the operating room.

The operating room was ready long ago. Tang Jian carefully put Mu Ge down. The doctor quickly did a basic examination and asked Mu Ge about his blood type and allergic history.

Tang Jian answered fluently and told the doctor about Mu Ge's situation.

"Young Master, we are going to have an operation. You can go out and wait first." The doctor said after learning about it.

It was not that Tang Jian refused to go out, but Mu Ge was still holding his clothes tightly. He was reluctant to break her hand and said, "Just do it."

The doctor dared not object to his orders, so he asked the nurse to bring a chair to Tang Jian, and began to prepare for the operation himself.

A nurse went to bring a chair for Tang Jian, but Tang Jian didn't sit there, so he just stood there.

After anesthesia, Mu Ge pulled Tang Jian's five fingers and slowly let go, but Tang Jian did not leave. He held her hand and stared at the doctor to get the bullet.

Fortunately, the doctor's heart was strong enough, and Tang Jian stared at him with death without trembling. If he had trembled because he was afraid of trembling and cut into the wrong position, he might have killed him on the spot.

But the nurse did not have such good psychological qualities. She was so overwhelmed by Tang Jian's aura that she couldn't breathe. She all lowered her head, and no one dared to look at his handsome face.

Tang Jian watched the doctor cut Mu Ge's flesh with a scalpel, and blood poured out again, dyeing the doctor's surgical gloves red. He also watched the doctor use professional tools to search for bullets in Mu Ge's shoulders, and finally watched the bullets be taken out, as if each knife was cut on his heart, suffocating in pain.

When sewing the needle, the doctor planned to use a slightly thicker thread to prevent the wound from cracking again, but before he could tear the thread bag open, Tang Jian said coldly: "Don't leave scars."

The doctor's hand trembled, silently put the thread bag back, and took the thinner beauty line again.

This kind of beauty thread is very challenging for the doctor's suture technology. Surgeons who are not as good as the suture technology do not dare to risk using such thin threads. Fortunately, the surgeon's suture technology is very master-level, and he successfully sutured the wound with beauty thread.

After an operation, the doctor touched his back, and was nervous and sweating unconsciously, not to mention the other nurses, who had already turned pale.

“How long will it take to wake up?”

The doctor quickly replied: "It takes four or five hours, and you still have to observe in the operating room for half an hour before you can go out."

Tang Jian stopped talking and stood next to the operating table like a sculpture.

When the doctor and nurse saw that he didn't leave, no one dared to leave, they accompanied him here to "stand".

Half an hour later, Mu Ge's condition stabilized and he could be sent to the ward.

The nurses' legs were weak when they stood. When they returned to the nurse's lounge, they all seemed to have just been on the battlefield and returned after the disaster.

"I'm scared to death. The rumors are indeed unreliable. The eldest young man of the Tang family is not gentle at all, as terrifying as a Shura." A nurse said, wiping the sweat on her forehead.

Another nurse said: "You don't even look at who the injured woman is. She is a woman who has been with Mr. Tang for many years. I heard that except for her, Mr. Tang has never had any other woman."

"I envy, jealous and hateful. That woman is so lucky that she can be loved by a great man like Master Tang. I saw Master Tang's eyes looking at her, and I wish I could rub her into my bones."

"Envy is envious, but not all women have the courage to follow Master Tang. With a status like Master Tang, I don't know how many people want his life every day. That woman seems to have been sent tonight because she was almost killed by the bombardment. She was also a man with great life."

"This is called wearing a crown and bearing the weight."

The young nurses were talking a lot, and a nurse who was a little older interrupted them: "Okay, go take a shower after resting. Didn't it mean that I was scared and sweaty? Isn't it that I'm so gossiping about Mr. Tang, be careful that the disaster comes from my mouth."

The young nurses stuck out their tongues and spread out like a bunch of birds.
Chapter completed!