627: C627 Whatever You Want I'll Give It to You

C627 Whatever You Want I'll Give It to You

She murmured:" Actually, there is no need to poison me. Whatever you want, I am willing. . . To give it to you. . . . If. . . If I die, you can. . . Take away my bacterial strain. . . "

She spoke intermittently, and her voice became weaker and weaker. Gong Mingchuan felt pain in his heart, and a hint of pain flashed across his eyes.

Gong Mingchuan stood there, trembling. . .

His hands and shoulders were trembling. . .

She actually thought that he was the one who harmed her.

However, she also let him take away her bacterial strain. . .

So it turns out that she loved him, so she wanted to fulfill his wish?

But in the end, she still did not believe him.

If she didn't believe him, but was willing to fulfill his wish. . . Such love. . . He would rather not!

Le Youyou had already been pushed into the operating theater. He was isolated outside the operating theater by the doctors and nurses.

He saw that her eyes seemed to smile and wanted to say something, but the door slammed shut and isolated them from each other. He actually could not see her eyes anymore. . .

He pounced on her as if he had gone mad. He punched the door of the operating theater. How could the fist of flesh and blood withstand the steel door? His hands immediately bled.

"Le Youyou, I didn't do it. . . Why don't you believe me?"

"Come out. . . "

Qiulee couldn't help but shout, " Mingchuan, Youyou will come out. . . Don't disturb the doctor's operation. "

Han Yuvri boldly pulled Gong Mingchuan's arm and pulled him to the bench beside him to sit down.

Gong Mingchuan sat on the bench and took out a cigarette. He smoked one cigarette after another.

He coughed heavily and his cough echoed throughout the corridor.

. . .

Everything calmed down.

When Tang Beiyue rushed over, Le Youyou had finished her surgery. She washed her stomach and changed her blood. She had been tormented for the whole night. Her blood pressure and heartbeat finally returned to normal, but she still did not wake up.

After all, she had been infected by the mutated bacterial strain. After giving birth, her body had not been good.

He had said that he would protect her, but in the end, it became a joke. When he was not around, there was actually someone who plotted against her.

He had already asked the Han family that Le Youyou was harmed by Gong Mingchuan.

His goal was naturally to seize the bacterial strain in her body.

But obtaining the bacterial strain in her body would definitely harm the parasitic body of the bacterial strain.

Even if he wanted to harm Le Youyou, he would still snatch her bacterial strain. This was simply insane.

Tang Beiyue pushed open the door to the ward and saw a man already sitting by the bed.

It was Gong Mingchuan.

His expression was as if he had seen his enemy, and his eyes immediately turned red.

Gong Mingchuan sat by the bed and looked at Le Youyou's pale sleeping face. His warm fingers touched the only tear at the corner of her eye, and he reached to his lips to suck it.1

It was cold.

He tried his best to recall the first time he got Le Youyou many years ago, but he could not remember anything.

That night, he drank too much and she kept pestering him. It stirred his heart and made him desire and pleasantly surprised.

Now, he still drank a lot of wine.

It was because of regret.

If he didn't give her that bottle of medicine. . .

If he hadn't stared at her and drank that bottle of medicine on the spot, no one would have replaced the medicine. . .

If he had long discovered that someone wanted to use his hands to kill her, and arranged a spy in the Han family, perhaps he would have found the person who changed the medicine. . .

If, if, if he thought about it carefully. . .

She would not have been poisoned, and she would not have thought that he was the one who did it before she entered the operating theater. . .

"Youyou, when you wake up, I will tell you why I left you back then. . . Remember, you must wake up, or I will not tell you. "

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