In the night, a dark figure quickly ran into the golf course, as fast as a disturbed cheetah, agile and hesitant...
The black shadow panted heavily, his eyes constantly searching around...
He is Yang Ziqi.
"Masako!" he shouted, anxious and panicked.
Suddenly, a lying figure came into view, and he rushed over, and it turned out to be Masako.
She was lying on her side on the ground, already unconscious. A long stream of blood snaked away from her body, a full 5 meters long. Under the mottled light, the stream of blood reflected a terrifying luster. , black and red with dots of cold light...
He stretched out his big hand and took her into his arms.
Her body was cold, her face was pale, and her lips were blue and chapped. He put his hand in front of her nose, her breath was like a thread!
The weak breath made him tremble.
He picked her up and ran forward crazily...
One kilometer ahead was the hospital owned by Anhe Company. He could vaguely see the faint light waving to him. It was the light of hope and the light of life.
He ran tirelessly and didn't seem to feel tired. He only felt that time was long and fast. He hoped to reach the hospital in one second. He even hoped that time would stop so that Masako could escape death.
The hospital was getting closer and closer to him, and the lights were getting brighter and brighter. He felt that the light was extremely beautiful.
After passing through this small hill, we reached the other side of life.
"Huh!" He felt himself rising into the air. He looked down in horror and saw that he was actually high in the sky. Below was a long slope, and below the slope was the roaring sea.
Masako's weight was like a huge force, falling violently and pulling his body downwards. The more he tried to hold her tightly, the opposite happened. He let go, and she suddenly fell away like a rootless tree.
"Pa!" She hit the rocky and rugged slope heavily, rolling all the way towards the sea. Under the faint starlight, a huge wave hit her, and in an instant, she was swept into the turbulent sea.
"Boom!" Yang Ziqi fell heavily on the slope. A heartbreaking pain extended from his feet to his chest, including his limbs, which hit the raised rocks.
He slid down quickly, his hands waving wildly in the air. Finally, he grabbed a small tree and stopped sliding.
He took a breath, looked down, and found that he was hanging on a cliff about 5 meters high. The cliff was steep and smooth, like a sharp blade inserted backwards, plunging deeply into the sea.
He looked at the dark and turbulent sea in horror. Masako had disappeared from his sight. Only the roaring waves kept hitting him...
He put his feet together, kicked off the cliff like a swing, jumped up, and flew backwards.
"Plop!" He fell into the sea. In the huge waves, he shouted Masako's name hysterically, but the huge waves quickly swallowed up his voice.
Suddenly, he found a black figure rolled up by a huge wave. He swam over with all his strength, but after the huge wave fell, there was no trace of her.
Suddenly, another wave rolled over, and Masako appeared in the swell of white waves and black water.
She woke up, and the cold sea water awakened her. After struggling feebly on the water for a few times, she sank.
Yang Ziqi dived under the surface of the sea. He swam over with all his strength, then quickly surfaced, raised his shoulders and pushed her up hard. He held her tightly with one hand and frantically moved towards the shore with the other hand. Cross out...
Finally, he swam to the shore. He held her legs and carried her on his shoulders. Then he bounced her hard several times, and several large mouthfuls of seawater spit out from her mouth.
"Hold on, Masako, we will be at the hospital soon."
"Yeah." She nodded slightly, "Put...me...down."
Yang Ziqi carefully placed her on the shore. He noticed that a large pool of blood came out of her two wounds. In the dim light, he could even see the bones in the wounds clearly.
He turned his head and looked towards the shore, and saw bright lights flashing on a small pier not far away. He vaguely felt that there should be a boat docked on the shore.
"Wait for me, Masako, I'll be here in a minute!"
After he finished speaking, he stood up and ran quickly towards the light. Gradually, a small yacht came into view. He looked towards the shore and saw a group of men and women dancing around a bonfire...
Taking advantage of their unpreparedness, he quietly jumped into the yacht and tiptoed along the narrow aisle toward the cockpit...
Suddenly, a woman holding a beer box in both hands appeared in front of him. The woman didn't react much. Instead, she startled him and staggered back a big step.
The woman stared at him in surprise. He straightened up and stared blankly...
"Ah!" The woman let out a shrill cry. She spread her hands while shouting, and Yang Ziqi quickly reached out and covered her mouth.
"Bang!" A box of beer fell to the ground, and the strong aroma of wine filled the small space, and the aroma was intoxicating.
"I don't mean any harm, and I'm not a thief. I'm not here to steal anything."
Yang Ziqi said, turned around and jumped into the cockpit to start the yacht. Just as he was about to set sail, a pistol was pressed against the back of his head.
"If you drive a yacht, I will shoot you!" the woman said fiercely.
He raised his hands in the air, slowly turned his head, and begged: "A friend of mine is seriously injured, her life is in danger now, please let me use the yacht to take her to the hospital, and I will return it to you. "
The woman put away her gun, frowned, and opened her eyes slightly: "You are the chief engineer of controllable nuclear fusion --- Yang Gong, Yang Ziqi, right?"
"Yes, yes, I am!" His head kept nodding like garlic.
The woman stretched out her hand: "My name is Chen Yijuan, a member of the military family and the wife of Lieutenant Adam Vincent, the chief engineer of the USS Sars missile destroyer."
"Can I use the yacht?"
"certainly!"
Yang Ziqi pushed the propeller hard, and the yacht quickly sailed towards Masako...
Soon, with the combined efforts of the two, Masako was carried into the yacht. Chen Yijuan took out the first aid kit and helped her simply clean the wound.
Two minutes later, the yacht docked. Yang Ziqi carried Masako on his back, and Chen Yijuan supported him from behind. The two of them ran to the hospital quickly...
As soon as Yang Ziqi ran to the door of the hospital lobby, he ran into Rene who had finished changing the medicine. He was walking towards the door surrounded by a large group of bodyguards.
Rene stopped and looked at Yang Ziqi and Masako running past in shock with a gloomy face.
"Doctor, doctor!"
Yang Ziqi ran into the emergency room yelling, and was quickly greeted by a doctor and two nurses.
"Doctor, she is seriously injured and needs a blood transfusion as soon as possible!"
As he spoke, he laid her flat on the bed, and the doctor pressed her wound with his hand, and then shouted to the nurse: "Clean the sore, disinfect, inject energy, and test blood type, quick!"
Several nurses quickly gathered around Masako, each performing their duties, and within 3 minutes, they dispersed.
The doctor turned Masako's eyelids with his hand, then pressed her carotid artery with his hand, his face serious.
"Her blood volume is now very low. The blood loss is estimated to be 1,900 milliliters, which has reached the maximum endurance limit of the human body." The doctor shook his head and continued, "She is the most tenacious person I have ever seen."
"Is her wound a serious problem?" Chen Yijuan asked at the side.
"If no bones are injured, it won't be a big problem. I'll prepare suture materials."
After the doctor finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.
About a minute later, the doctor came back with a frustrated look.
"I'm sorry, we can't treat her, they..."
"Why?!" Yang Ziqi shouted angrily and rushed towards the doctor.
"They held us at gunpoint!"
After the doctor finished speaking, he looked embarrassed and waved his hand weakly. He saw several bodyguards holding guns and surrounding the nurses in the corner. The nurses were trembling with fear...
At this time, three bodyguards swarmed in, and they roughly pulled out the infusion set from Masako's hand. Yang Ziqi tried to stop them, but was pushed to the ground.
They picked up Masako and threw her into the corridor.
Yang Ziqi was furious, with an angry and dazed look on his face. Suddenly, he saw Chen Yijuan's pistol stuck on her back waist. He stepped over in one stride, reached out and pulled out the pistol.
He quickly ran to the corridor and pointed his gun at the bodyguards.
"Put her back!"
The bodyguards were stunned on the spot. Yang Ziqi's eyes looked through the bodyguards and saw Rene at the end of the corridor. He looked at everything coldly. After a moment, he slowly walked in front of him.
"Whoa!" Four bodyguards appeared behind Yang Ziqi. They held up their pistols and pointed the black muzzles at him. The moment he turned around to look, the three bodyguards in front of him pulled out their guns one after another, and the muzzles were also pointed at him. Aimed at him.
Yang Ziqi was surrounded, and his eyes looked at Rene. Only he can save Masako now, because he is the king of Anhe Company.
The master here!
"Mr. René, please save Masako, save her!" Yang Ziqi begged.
Rene looked at him with a fierce look on his face.
"As long as I can save her, I will do anything you ask me!" With a plop, Yang Ziqi knelt on the ground, "I am willing to abandon my identity in Country M, join Dark River Company, and work for you until death!"
"Are you in love with her?" Rene asked coldly.
"Yes, Mr. René, I love her! Please save her!"
"Then I can't save her!"
"Why?"
Rene's eyes were looking into the air, one hand stretched out, opening and closing constantly, his eyes were crazy and blurred: "Jenny is dead, she left me forever, her body, face, eyes, My lips and my soul are gone."
Suddenly, he lowered his head again, his eyes cold and ferocious: "I will never allow a soulless body that looks exactly like her to stay in this world."
After Rene finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the door...
"If you don't save her, there's no way you can successfully develop a controllable nuclear fusion engine on a fighter jet!" Yang Ziqi shouted, pointing the gun at his temple, "The key technologies for controllable nuclear fusion are all in my head. Smash it now! Without me, all your plans will be delayed or even stalled!"
Rene stopped and slowly turned his head, his eyes cold.
"Don't hesitate, shoot, you will be free." Rene sneered.
Yang Ziqi looked horrified. He never expected that René would be so cold and heartless, even disregarding the overall situation.
He turned his head and glanced at the dying Masako. He was desperate, and big beads of sweat fell down.
He took a sharp breath, slowly closed his eyes, and his finger pulled the trigger...
But the strange thing was that the trigger seemed to be pressed by an invisible force, and he could never press it down.
"He is truly a nerdy scientist." René said with a sinister smile, "How can you pull the trigger if the safety of the pistol is not released?"
Yang Ziqi brought the gun to his eyes and fiddled with it randomly. Suddenly, two bodyguards swarmed up and disarmed his gun with one move.
He collapsed on the ground and giggled crazily, his voice was sad and pale...
Rene sneered, motioned to the two bodyguards to stay, and then led the rest of the people out of the door...
Suddenly, Yang Ziqi stopped giggling. He rolled towards the doctor and hugged him.
"Doctor, I beg you to save Masako. It is your doctor's mission to save patients!"
"If I save her." The doctor looked at the medical staff with a solemn expression, "These nurses and I will be executed."
Yang Ziqi let go of the doctor in despair. He straightened up, strode to a nurse carrying a tray, grabbed a pair of scissors, and stabbed his arm hard.
Once, twice, three times, three bloody holes appeared from his arm, like three small holes dug out in the dry land.
In an instant, blood was pouring from his mouth, and Yang Ziqi's eyes were on fire: "I am a famous nuclear fusion expert in Country M. I was specially hired by Anhe Company. You won't refuse to treat me, right?"
The doctor looked at the two bodyguards, who nodded. Then, the two nurses walked towards Yang Ziqi with gauze, but he waved the bloody scissors, making it impossible for the nurses to get close.
"I need a blood transfusion!" Yang Ziqi said coldly.
"This injury does not require blood transfusion." A bodyguard said sternly.
Yang Ziqi raised the scissors high and stabbed his thigh hard...
"Don't do this! Give you a blood transfusion!" the doctor shouted.
After he finished speaking, he faced the bodyguard, who nodded helplessly.
The scissors in Yang Ziqi's hand suddenly stopped. The scissors were only 1 centimeter away from his thigh. He stared at the doctor, his sad eyes full of prayer. His eyes glanced at Masako, and after a moment, they turned to his injured arm. .
The doctor understood what he meant.
"To give you a blood transfusion, we must first know your blood type. What is your blood type?"
The doctor said, secretly stretching out two fingers and making a reverse "V" gesture.
"What is your blood type?" the doctor asked deliberately impatiently.
Yang Ziqi looked at the doctor, and suddenly he saw the doctor's gesture.
"Type A," he said softly.
The doctor nodded slightly, then faced the nurse and said: "Get 4 500 ml bags of type A blood plasma, 4 bottles of normal saline, syringes, alcohol, cotton balls, gauze, bandages and other medical materials."
"Give them all to me after you get them all." Yang Ziqi said deliberately and coldly, "I don't need to bother you, my friend has studied medicine."
After he finished speaking, he pointed to Chen Yijuan next to him.
"Yes, yes, I... studied medicine." Chen Yijuan agreed.
After a while, the nurse brought all the medical supplies. Yang Ziqi grabbed them in his hands, carried Masako on his back, and walked out with Chen Yijuan.
Two bodyguards were about to stop them, but the doctor quickly stepped forward to stop them. He took out a blood type test sheet and showed it in front of them: "The injured woman's blood type is B, and the plasma we gave him was type A blood. Don't worry, you two, once Yang Ziqi gives her the wrong blood transfusion, it will be equivalent to killing her!"
The two bodyguards nodded and then guarded the door of the emergency room.
The doctor turned around and threw the crumpled blood type test sheet into the wastebasket.
The test sheet slowly opened a little, and the name and blood type were revealed. It was Masako's real blood type test sheet, and it clearly read: Yamaguchi Masako, blood type A.
