Chapter 658 Can You Get Off the Operating Table?

Mo Palace.

After the heavy rain, the sky looks like it has been washed, clear and refreshing.

The poisonous factory in Mo Palace is even more hurried. Everyone is at their own posts, working hard to create their own programs...

It was busy and tense here, but it couldn't match the tense atmosphere in the temporary operating room.

Time passes little by little...

The operation started in the morning and lasted for several hours.

However, there was no movement at all inside...

Shi Shaoqin had been standing in front of the window of the corridor camera, looking at the workers coming in and out of the factory. In his narrow eyes, he was as calm as the windless and waveless sea, revealing the warmth and peace.

But everyone knew that at this moment, the hidden turmoil in his body was waiting for an opportunity to come out.

Sunshine, a little bit offset...

Finally, it was level with the sea level.

The afterglow of the red clouds dyed the entire sky scarlet. It was bright and beautiful, but it revealed the bloodiness of the cold.

No one dared to disturb Shi Shaoqin, even though... he had been standing there for nine hours!

Mo Sen looked at Shi Shaoqin's back and then at the closed door of the operating room, his brows furrowed.

At the right time, the phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at Shi Shaoqin subconsciously, then turned around and pushed open a room nearby, and answered the phone...

"Brother Sen, I discovered something unexpectedly." On the phone, the voice of the person in charge who stayed in Los Angeles came.

Mo Sen's eyes darkened slightly, "What?"

"After the Chen family incident came out, someone did take action..." the man said, "After I ruled it out, I found something weird."

"explain!"

"Shen Hao, the second head of Hongxing Society in Luocheng, went to an aristocratic school today." The man said, "We found out that the daughter who is sitting in Hongxing Society also goes to school there."

Mo Sen immediately frowned, "Then what's the point of giving me this?"

"Today is not a holiday, nor is it a weekend..." The man clearly analyzed the problem, "Since I put my daughter there, I naturally want to protect her."

Mo Sen said nothing, waiting for the other party to continue.

"Shen Hao brought his daughter out for no reason, and there was no special matter, so why did he go there?"

"You mean..." Mo Sen's eyes narrowed slightly, "Maybe it's related to recent events?"

"Maybe!" The man didn't say it absolutely, "Because the place is special, if we want to conduct an in-depth investigation, I'm afraid we will have to send someone else..."

Mo Sen tilted his head. The sunset was so beautiful that it made people want to bathe in such peace.

"I understand." Mo Sen responded, "I will report to the Young Master."

When he finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to say anything else...

Mo Sen narrowed his eyes slightly... How could a school be involved?

However, as the person in charge of Luo City said... Shen Hao cannot go to a school for no reason.

After all... these are extraordinary times these days.

…

Jian Jie ate and looked out the window...

The sky in Luocheng has darkened, the street lights have turned on... and the rain has turned light and pattering.

"Xiaojie, your fruit!" Aunt Lan placed a piece of fruit in front of Jianjie.

"Thank you, Grandma Lan!" Jian Jie immediately smiled.

Aunt Lan pursed her lips and smiled, without saying anything else, and continued to distribute fruits to other children...

While Jian Jie was eating, his mind was spinning.

After eating the fruit, Jian Jie left the restaurant and sent a text message to Gu Beichen while walking: Daddy, can you give me a call?

Gu Beichen glanced at Jian Mo who was going to the kitchen, then went upstairs to the study.

While closing the door, he called Jian Jie: "What's wrong?"

Jian Jie told the story about Shen Hao looking for him in an evasive manner. He didn't say who it was, but just expressed his worries, "Daddy, is someone trying to take advantage of me?"

Gu Beichen immediately frowned, "Who is it?"

Jian Jie sighed, thinking about whether to say anything.

"Xiaojie!" Gu Beichen's voice deepened slightly.

Jian Jie was lying on the window sill, his black eyes looking at the drizzle under the light, and said, "Shen Hao...do you know daddy?"

Gu Beichen's dark eyes had become dark and dark, "When did you meet him?"

"It's been several months..." Jian Jie told the story of the last time he met Shen Hao, "He probably doesn't really think about me. After all...it will take several months. There will be a chance."

Gu Beichen naturally knew that there was still no news about Xiaojie's identity, which meant that Shen Hao had not mentioned it to others.

It could be for the agreement with Xiaojie, or it could be for some other purpose...

It can only be said that prevention is not as strong as he thought.

The knock on the door interrupted Gu Beichen's thoughts. He turned around and saw Jian Mo opening the door...

"It's time to eat!"

Gu Beichen's eyes softened, he nodded, and said to Jian Jie on the phone: "I will handle it, you be careful, okay?"

"OK!" Jian Jie also heard Jian Mo's voice and hung up the phone without saying anything more.

Gu Beichen walked out and took advantage of the situation to send a text message to Xiao Jing...

Gu Beichen held Jian Mo's hand and went downstairs together. Aunt Luo had already brought up the prepared meals.

At the right time, Gu Beichen's cell phone rang. Seeing that it was Mo Shaochen, he picked it up.

"Are you free tonight?" Mo Shaochen asked.

Gu Beichen glanced at Jian Mo, "Is something wrong?"

"It's been a long time since we've sat together. I'll go down to Blues..." Mo Shaochen said, "Take Jian Mo with you."

Gu Beichen pondered for a moment and responded, "Okay!"

...

After Smith finished the heart transplant, he closed his eyes and reached down...

He carefully performed CPR with his hands. When he saw the new heart beating slightly, there was no relaxation in his eyes.

Smith's body was soaked with nervousness. He looked at the nurse staring at the instrument and asked, "Data!"

"Heart rate..." The instrument nurse reported the various data on the instrument.

Several doctors listened attentively, fearing that some data would directly affect the results of the operation.

"Doctor Smith, the data is still stable..." The first deputy's voice was trembling because of nervousness.

When the sweat on Smith's forehead was about to flow down, the nurse next to him wiped it off hurriedly.

Smith swallowed his breath because of nervousness, and then said: "Prepare for suturing..."

He did not dare to use the hands of others. On the operating table, Smith, who rarely participated in the final finishing work of the operation, did not dare to be careless in preparing to sew the wound.

Suddenly...

'Ding--'

'Ding--'

The harsh sound echoed in the solemn operating room, and the instrument nurse screamed in fear: "The patient's heart rate is dropping rapidly..." As soon as she finished speaking, she hurriedly shouted, "The patient's heart has stopped beating!"

The medical staff was immediately horrified. After all, Smith was an old doctor with rich clinical experience...

When the 'ding' sound came, he had already stopped suturing and turned to emergency treatment...