Chapter 3991 Racing with Death (5)

"Young Master Li, it's not good. During the process of taking out the bullet, the young lady's heart stopped beating."

An Ziqi instantly felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and her whole world suddenly turned into darkness.

"Little love will be fine, little love will be fine, little love, little love..."

An Ziqi shook her head and murmured a few words, her voice suddenly becoming sharp.

"You lied to me, I don't believe it, I don't believe it."

The originally limp body suddenly burst out with unprecedented strength. He pushed Xiao Moli, who was holding him tightly, away, raised his legs and rushed towards the emergency room.

Xiao Moli gave the doctor a slap in the face, gritted his teeth and shouted, "What are you still waiting for? Why don't you go in for rescue quickly?"

He raised his legs and chased after him, "An'an."

An Ziqi rushed into the emergency room and ran into several young nurses holding blood-stained gauze, used scalpels, and surgical scissors.

With a crash, the gauze and scalpel were all knocked to the ground.

The sharp blade made a long cut on her arm, and bright red blood instantly overflowed from the cut and fell to the ground.

It looks particularly shocking.

The young nurses couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw this, and they spoke in fear, "Miss An, you are injured."

He wanted to step forward to bandage her, but An Ziqi didn't care about anything at all. She pushed them away and rushed towards the operating table.

The small operating table was almost surrounded by doctors and experts inside and outside.

At this moment, all the most famous doctors and experts in the capital have gathered here.

A large group of people were sweating on their foreheads. This little princess of the Xiao family had never appeared in public. This was the first time they saw her, but they didn't expect it to be under such circumstances.

Even if an adult was hit by a bullet in the heart, such an injury would be unbearable, not to mention that Xiao Qian'ai was just a seven-year-old girl.

When they took out the bullets before, they were worried that this would happen, so they were careful and careful, but in the end they still couldn't avoid it.

If he couldn't be rescued in the end and no one could stop Mr. Li's anger, everyone here would probably be buried with him today.

An Ziqi pushed through the crowd and rushed to the operating table.

The doctor next to him was frightened when he was suddenly pulled away. He was about to curse, but when he saw that it was An Ziqi, he hurriedly swallowed back the words at the edge of the knife.

An Ziqi stood blankly one step away from the operating table.

On the small stage, Xiao Qianai's small body was lying there.

There was a big respirator on his pale face, and the heartbeat monitor next to him had turned into a straight line and made a beeping sound.

The two slender arms were full of infusion and blood transfusion needles, hanging feebly by his side.

The little guy who was so energetic and non-stop on weekdays was lying there peacefully at this moment.

She once jokingly taught Xiao Qian'ai that she was too noisy and boyish, and asked her to be more honest.

But looking at her quiet look in front of him, An Ziqi just wanted to give herself a few blows.

As long as she is good, even if she makes trouble every day, even if she turns the whole world upside down, she is willing to follow her all day long to help her clean up the mess.

Almost all the doctors have moved out of the way, leaving only two doctors at the front of the operating table performing defibrillation shocks.