The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

He took a breath, looked at Leng Rui's figures hurriedly away, and pushed Gu Weimian into the utility room aside.

Before Gu Weimian could resist, Gu Qifang quickly locked the lock.

Across the door, Gu Qifang lectured Gu Weimian: "Until Mr. Huo makes sure everything is okay, just stay here obediently!"

He looked at the servants at home and said, "Don't tell dad yet. Don't open the door for her!"

Gu Weimian lowered his head, listening to the distant footsteps outside the door, his face expressionless.

Suddenly, I felt dizzy.

Gu Weimian felt something bad. She touched her chest and felt a dampness. The scar on her chest seemed to have split open.

This amount of bleeding, even if it did not damage the aorta or main vein, might have damaged a large blood vessel.

The utility room transom is broken...

The cold wind kept pouring in.

The entire utility room does not have any warmth inside the villa, and is almost no different from the outside.

She only wore a thin undershirt and a pair of pants, which were of no use in the sub-zero temperature.

As a practitioner in the medical field, Gu Weimian knew very well that blood loss itself would cause hypothermia and death. Such an environment made it even worse.

The dizziness from blood loss hit me again.

A wry smile appeared on Gu Weimian's lips. Is she going to stay here today?

This is probably the most useless way to die among all reborn people.

Gu Weimian's teeth chattered, and he slowly squatted down, curling his body into a ball as much as possible to avoid the constant loss of body heat.

She looked out the window. When Gu Qifang threw her in, did he ever think that his daughter might freeze to death in a place like this?

…

Mingzhu Municipal Hospital.

The medical staff pushed the cart and ran quickly.

Leng Rui and others followed behind.

The doctor spoke quickly to the nurse: "...take the blood pressure, take a brain CT, and check for hemorrhagic stroke or hemorrhagic stroke. Are the drugs ready?"

There was cold sweat on Leng Rui's forehead: "Doctor, do we need to operate immediately? Do we need a craniotomy?"

"We can't operate immediately. We need to ease the patient's condition now. Surgery is of little significance. If we really need surgery, we have to wait until we determine whether it is a hemorrhagic stroke or a hemorrhagic stroke. The above two stroke surgeries will only make sense. "

"We have done inspections here before..."

"It didn't work before."

"Just now, the report I just made today should have been available half an hour ago!"

When the doctor heard this, he paused slightly and gave Leng Rui a rather strange look: "Then why did you go back after the examination? The doctor who attended the consultation didn't find anything wrong?"

If that's the case, it would be a big deal.

This is a medical accident!

Leng Rui looked at Huo Zhenhua, who was already in a semi-conscious state on the hospital bed, with scarlet eyes and clasped his hands tightly: "...it was me who insisted on taking the old man back. I didn't have time to get the report at that time."

After hearing this, the doctor shook his head: "You're confused, why are you so confused? What could be more important than a person's life? If you had seen this at that time, the situation would have been like heaven and earth!"

He waved his hand, "Forget it, stay outside first, don't delay our first aid!"