Qiao He went downstairs when he knew Mo Qian was coming.
He stood at the door and did not disturb her.
He saw Mo Qian looking over and smiled slightly.
But Mo Qian didn't move.
Staring at him quietly, his deep black eyes seemed to be able to capture the soul.
Time suddenly stopped, and only minutes and seconds seemed extremely long.
Qiao He felt a little embarrassed when she saw him.
He coughed lightly, turned away his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "How is Fu Xue?"
He had already heard from Mo Qian's few words that Fu Xue's situation was not good.
Although there was a lot of noise in the news yesterday, it is obvious that the real situation is not as reported outside.
But Mo Qian didn't answer him at all.
She ran up to Qiao He in two steps, then grabbed his wrist and said, "Follow me."
The tips of her small, white fingers were slightly cool, and Qiao He couldn't help but shiver at the skin she touched.
Qiao He looked puzzled, "Me?"
"I want some of your blood."
Mo Qian threw him five words.
Regardless of whether he agreed or not, he dragged Qiao He and ran out.
The posture was like running for one's life.
Mo Qian, who usually takes a leisurely pace, seems to be driving at 2x speed now.
When Ye Fei saw it, he immediately stepped forward to stop him, "What are you doing? Let go of my young master!"
Mo Qian said, "Get out of the way."
Of course, Ye Fei couldn't give in and stretched out his hand to save his young master.
But before Mo Qian could take action this time, Qiao He had already stopped him, "It's okay, don't worry about it."
Ye Fei, "..."
He deeply doubted whether the young master had any leverage in this girl's hands...
The leader has spoken, so of course Ye Fei can't stop him anymore.
He could only reluctantly step aside and make way.
Mo Qian then dragged Qiao He and ran out of the yard.
The two got into the car.
Mo Qian said to the driver, "Go to Fu Xue's hospital."
…
The car drove to the hospital.
Mo Qian never let go of Qiao He's hand.
She just held his wrist, as if she had grasped a life-saving straw.
In fact, Qiao He was indeed a life-saving straw.
The look that Mo Qian saw Qiao He.
It was like I was suddenly enlightened.
Why hadn't she thought before that Qiao He's three evil spirits were invulnerable to all poisons?
No matter how powerful the poison is, in the presence of the three evil spirits, they will not be able to make a splash, and the only way out is to commit suicide.
Moreover, Qiao He now has the Life-Sustaining Pill in his body for protection. At least for this year, relying on the Sansha Blood and the Life-Sustaining Pill, the two babies will definitely be safe.
Mo Qian counted with his fingers and found that the two Gu family bloodlines were still there.
It's weak, but still alive.
Mo Qian urged Uncle Chen to speed up.
She even switched the red lights along the way to green...
Fortunately, we didn't delay long on the journey.
They soon arrived at the hospital.
At this time, Fu Xue had already entered the operating room.
Others were waiting at the door of the operating room.
Each of the Gu brothers looked uglier than the last, and the air pressure in the corridor outside the operating room dropped to zero.
Gu Shaoting noticed Mo Qian coming, and then saw Mo Qian holding Qiao He's hand, and he raised his eyebrows.
He walked over calmly, trying to fend off the two people.
Unexpectedly, Mo Qian raised his hand and pushed his second brother away, "Don't block the way."
After saying that, she dragged Qiao He, squeezed through the crowd, and walked directly towards the operating room.
Mo Qian ignored anyone.
He stopped at the door of the operating room and knocked on the door politely.
The voice was so loud that it wished it could be heard throughout the hospital.
If she hadn't been caring about her family, she might have been arrested by the hospital's security guards.
The nurse in the operating room came out to see who was causing trouble.
I didn't expect it when I opened the door.
Mo Qian directly dragged Qiao He and rushed in.
Fortunately, the surgery hasn't been done yet.
Fu Xue was lying on the hospital bed, not yet on the operating table.
When she saw Mo Qian, her eyes lit up for a moment.
Mo Qian nodded towards her.
When Fu Xue received her signal, his eyes couldn't help but turn red.
The thoughts in my heart couldn't help but come back to life.
Mo Qian glanced around the room, then turned to the doctors and nurses, "You guys get out, I'll save them."
The doctors and nurses had questions on their faces.
It's like seeing a psychopath.
The instrument can't even detect the fetal heart rate. The child is already dead. How can he not die...
At this time, the Gu family also chased in.
The situation has reached this point, and there is no other way but to suspend the operation.
This is crazy.
Mo Qian must be allowed to hair first...
…
Everyone was kicked out by Mo Qian.
In the operating room, apart from Fu Xue and her, Qiao He was the only one left.
Even Gu Baiye was kicked out as an idler.
The Gu family looked puzzled.
Why can Qiao He, a sick man, be allowed to stay?
Could it be that the little girl wants to pack up and rescue people together?
…
Mo Qian finally let go of Qiao He's hand.
She pulled the nurse's trolley, cleared away everything on it, and then took out a blank talisman paper from her sleeve.
And his own writing brush and cinnabar.
Get your stuff ready.
She just sat in front of the trolley and reached out to Qiao He again, "Give me some blood."
Qiao He, "...", can he say not to give it...
Of course Mo Qian didn't care whether he agreed or not.
She grabbed Qiao He's hand, took out a needle from her bag, poked it directly into Qiao He's middle finger, then pressed his finger and squeezed a few drops of blood into the middle of the talisman paper.
Qiao He stopped talking and couldn't bear to see Mo Qian's clumsy movements.
As soon as I looked at it, I felt my fingers hurt even more...
The blood quickly smeared away, and the yellow talisman paper soon became orange-red.
Mo Qian didn't let go of Qiao He's hand until the blood stained the entire talisman paper.
With a broad stroke of her pen, she drew a few strokes on the talisman paper.
Then he clasped his hands together, closed his eyes tightly, and muttered a strange spell.
Qiao He stood aside, not daring to disturb, and could only look at the psychedelic everything in front of him.
The people outside the operating room did not dare to say a word.
You can only peek inside from the door.
Fortunately, Mo Qian didn't know how to close the operating room door, so she gave them the chance to watch her go crazy...
Even the doctors and nurses in the hospital are peeking here secretly.
Of course they cannot let the patient's family members into the operating room to comply with the regulations.
But the hospitals are all owned by the Gu family...
What can they say…
They sighed as they watched.
The child in the patient's belly is hopeless and dead. Is everyone in the Gu family crazy? Even the great dancers are invited...
It's not like this has never happened in the hospital.
But practice has proven that if a doctor can’t keep someone, even an immortal can’t keep him...
"If reciting mantras and praying to Buddha will help, why do you need a doctor?"
"The Gu family misses their grandson so much that even such a babbling liar would believe it."
"That one is not a liar, she is the daughter of the Gu family who just found her, but she also seems to be a charlatan..."
Although several medical staff sympathized with the Gu family, they felt deeply saddened by their ignorance and superstition...
Mo Qian was in the ward and knew nothing about what was going on outside.
She recited all the scriptures she had learned.
He also created a few mantras of his own.
The blood of three evil spirits suppresses hundreds of poisons.
But this blood cannot be given to Fu Xue through blood transfusion.
Mo Qian wanted the talisman paper to absorb all the evil spirits from the three evil spirits before he could cast the spell.
She waited quietly for the moment when the talisman was consecrated.
Time passed by, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on Mo Qian's forehead.
The people waiting outside are more like ants on a hot pot.
Everyone is restless.
There is only the talisman paper on the table.
Unmoved.
Lying there quietly...
