After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Shen Yanhe's heart sank slightly: "What happened?"

"Your friend was injured and unconscious, and the situation is not very good now." Hang Mushan said anxiously: "She and I are on the plane to country M, and we will arrive at the airport in about an hour."

"But her vital signs are a little weak now, and I'm a little afraid that she won't be able to persist..."

Hang Mushan's words made Shen Yanhe's pupils shrink suddenly, and his heart sank suddenly.

She also knows that now is not a good time to ask.

Shen Yanhe took a deep breath, kept calm and asked, "Do you have any needles by your side?"

"Needle?" Hang Mushan took the first-aid kit, opened it and rummaged through it, and found a silver needle bag that hadn't been unpacked.

Hang Mushan's eyes lit up: "Yes! There is a silver needle bag that hasn't been opened yet!"

"Take out the silver needle and pierce the acupuncture points of Baihui, Renzhong, Dazhui, and Fengchi." Shen Yanhe said in a deep voice, "After inserting the acupuncture points, the needle will be started half an hour later."

These four points are emergency points in Chinese medicine.

After piercing these four acupuncture points, Song Shiwei should be able to persist in coming to see her.

Hang Mushan let out a cry, panicking all over: "Master, I have never learned acupuncture, I don't know how to do it."

He also bandages wounds.

Acupuncture or something.

He really didn't dare to do it.

Song Shiwei's breathing is weak now, if he starts to kill people directly...

Hang Mushan is sure that when he arrives in country m, his head will be screwed off by the great god.

"There are video tutorials on the Internet." Shen Yanhe frowned, with one hand on his waist, pacing back and forth in place, and said, "If you really don't know how to do it, let the accompanying doctor come."

"Okay, I'll ask the accompanying doctor to come." Footsteps sounded from Hang Mushan's side, accompanied by his voice: "Master, don't hang up yet."

Shen Yanhe frowned tightly and hummed.

Looking at Shen Yanhe's appearance, Gu Yingxi frowned, her eyes fell on the mobile phone in her hand, and seeing that she was still talking, she didn't ask.

Song Yuche looked at Shen Yanhe with deep eyes, and slowly clenched his hands on his thighs into fists.

Shen Yanhe didn't talk to Gu Yingxi and the two, and waited for a while while holding the phone.

Only then did Hang Mushan's voice come from over there: "Okay, alright, God, your friend's breathing is much more stable, and it should be no problem to stay in country m."

Hearing this, Shen Yanhe's heart slowly sank when she mentioned her throat. She let out a breath: "What happened? Why did Shi Wei get hurt so badly."

Shen Yanhe didn't notice when she said the word Shi Wei.

Song Yuche's pupils moved slightly, and his eyes fell on her involuntarily.

Gu Yingxi noticed, she looked at Song Yuche with some thoughtfulness in her eyes.

On the other side of the phone.

Hang Mushan thought of the grievances and hatreds he had investigated in the past two days, and his face was a bit indescribable: "This matter...I'm not the person involved, so it's hard to say..."

Shen Yanhe pondered for two seconds, and said, "Okay, are you flying a private jet? I'll give you an address, and you can fly the plane there directly."

Hang Mushan: "Good!"

Shen Yanhe hung up the phone, sent him the address of Fu Yanhe's estate, and turned around to go out.

"Wait." Song Yuche, who had only said one word since the treatment ended, suddenly said.

Shen Yanhe paused slightly, looked at him sideways: "Is there anything else?"

"I just heard you say that your friend named...Shi Wei was injured?" Song Yuche stood up and looked at Shen Yanhe with serious eyes: "Is her injury... serious? "

"It's a bit serious." Shen Yanhe narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Song Yuche, and suddenly asked him: "You remember it?"

Song Yuche shook his head: "No."

He frowned, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows: "It's just... I feel a little uncomfortable when I hear the name Shi Wei, and I'm a little worried when I hear that she's hurt."

"Is this person named Shi Wei related to me?"

"She does have something to do with you." Shen Yanhe nodded, turned and walked out: "If you want to see her, just follow me."

Song Yuche thought for two seconds, and finally chose to follow Shen Yanhe.

Gu Yingxi blinked and followed.

"I'll go with you too. If you have a serious injury and you need surgery, I can be your assistant."

Shen Yanhe hummed, opened the door to get in the car, and drove towards the manor at high speed.

-

after an hour.

A silver private jet landed slowly on the small tarmac of the manor.

Shen Yanhe, Gu Yingxi, and Song Yuche had already stood there waiting, and they were accompanied by Bafang and Liufang, as well as a few members of the trap.

The cabin door opened, and two doctors in white coats carefully pushed a transfer bed down. The person on it was so tightly wrapped in a quilt that her face could hardly be seen.

Shen Yanhe frowned slightly, and went forward with Gu Yingxi to help.

The two doctors looked at the two little girls who came over, and said, "This transfer bed is very heavy, you can't lift it up, let us lift it up."

"It's okay." Shen Yanhe stepped forward to help: "My senior sister and I are strong."

One of the doctors was a little displeased: "The little girl is so strong..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Shen Yanhe and Gu Yingxi carrying the transfer bed with ease, and quickly descending the stairs.

He walked briskly to the prepared operating room in the manor.

That's right.

run.

It's as if what you are carrying is not a bed, but a sponge.

Two accompanying doctors: "..."

The doctor smiled awkwardly, and said resentfully: "Hehe, this foreign doctor is really strong!"

The two of them stopped talking and hurriedly followed.

Song Yuche and Liufang followed closely behind.

As soon as the few people left, Hang Mushan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, walked out of the cabin and shouted: "Master, it's not my fault this time, I..."

Halfway through his yelling, when he saw the person in front of him, his face showed a bit of bewilderment: "Who are you? Where is the Great God?"

Why isn't God here?

"Madam took Miss Song for surgery, let me receive you here." Bafang politely bowed to Hang Mushan: "Mr. Hang, my name is Bafang."

"Mr. Bafang." Hang Mushan didn't dare to call Bafang by his name directly.

Those who can follow the great god are probably not ordinary people.

"Mr. Hang, please come with me. I will take you to rest. I will inform you after my wife has finished the operation." Bafang smiled slightly and made a gesture of invitation.

The well-informed Hang Mushan became inexplicably restrained, coughed twice and nodded: "Okay, then I will trouble you."

After all, Song Shiwei was injured, and he was indeed responsible to some extent.

The Almighty hasn't 'sentenced' his crimes yet, so he can't run away, so he can only stay here until he sees the Almighty.

-

At seven o'clock in the evening, the sky gradually darkened.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Shiwei's consciousness gradually returned.

She opened her eyes and looked blankly at the white ceiling.

Is she not dead?

she is still alive?