Chapter 1150 Sending to the Emergency Room Again

"Don't leave me, bro."

"Let's go home... go home."

"don't want……"

"Xiaohan? Xiaohan? What's wrong with you?"

"Brother ene? Who is it?" Bai Yi was confused.

"Is he having a nightmare? I'm going to find a doctor, and you look at him." Bai Yi ran out of the ward as he spoke.

"Brother En...don't."

It seemed that he really had a nightmare as Bai Yi said, his pale face was covered with cold sweat.

"Xiao Han?"

"Xiao Han."

"Wake up."

Tsing Yi called him over and over again, louder and more anxious each time.

"Brother ene!"

Mu Han let out a loud cry and opened his eyes suddenly.

There was panic and fear in the bloodshot eyes.

"Xiaohan." Tsing Yi said happily.

However, he soon became unhappy.

He looked at Mu Han, who was staring at the sky with a pair of eyes, without any reaction, not even blinking, and his heart was suspended again.

"...Xiaohan?"

He tentatively called out to him.

"..."

"Xiao Han, don't scare me, just look at me."

His hands touched his face again, trembling with fear.

"Xiaohan? What's the matter with you, talk."

Just when Tsing Yi panicked and was about to lose his mind, Mu Han, who had been unresponsive all this time, groaned in pain.

Immediately afterwards, the expressions were twisted together in pain, and the hands grabbed the position of his heart, and tightly grasped the clothes around his heart.

The next moment, mouthfuls of blood poured out of his mouth, instantly staining his neck and chin red.

"Xiaohan."

Tsing Yi was so frightened that he lost his mind.

"What's wrong with you." He cupped Mu Han's face with both hands, and the blood instantly stained his hands red.

Tsing Yi hurriedly rang the emergency bell beside the bed.

"Doctor, doctor."

He turned his head and yelled out.

"Xiaohan, don't scare me, what's wrong with you."

"what……"

Mu Han opened his mouth dripping with blood, and the clothes around his heart were tightly held together by him.

"Ahem..."

Mu Han, who was choked by his own blood, coughed violently, splashing blood all over his face.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, choking on his own blood and unable to breathe.

He slammed his heart twice with a hammer, and the unbearable pain made him wish to dig out his heart.

But it's not a pain, it's a heartache.

"Xiaohan, Xiaohan." Tsing Yi grabbed the hand that was hammering his heart.

As if he couldn't hear Tsing Yi's words, nor could he see Tsing Yi's anxiety, his eyes widened, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Ahh..."

He seemed to have something to say, but the blood kept pouring out of his throat, so he could only scream.

Bai Yi came in with doctors and nurses, and they were shocked when they saw the drunkard.

The doctor hurried forward to check the situation. Seeing that the alcoholic had been grabbing the clothes around his heart, he concluded that he must have had another heart problem.

"Quickly, send it to the emergency room and bring Dr. Wente over."

Soon, the alcoholic was sent to the emergency room.

Outside the rescue room, Tsing Yi was covered in wounds, and his head was still wrapped in a bandage. He was so frightened that he couldn't even sit still.

"Calm down, don't panic, don't panic."

Bai Yi himself was quite frightened, but he still kept comforting Qing Yi.

I thought it would be a long and torturous wait, but I didn't expect the door of the emergency room to open in only forty minutes.

After Tsing Yi was stunned for two seconds, her heart was half cold at that time.

How so fast.