Chapter 892 If She Wakes up, She Won’t Be Yours

These news have caused a stir all over the world.

Many people were scolding and talking about her secretly, but these are not the point...the point is!

How will she look back in the future? ! !

The man stood up frantically, picked up the remote control, and turned off all the sounds.

crazy!

crazy!

Everyone is crazy!

The man walked around the room irritably, pacing. When he was extremely depressed, he raised his foot and kicked the table over.

The secretary-general came downstairs with the doctor.

Seeing this scene, he raised his eyebrows and motioned for the doctor to speak.

The doctor had a cold sweat on his head.

he……

When this man is so angry?

The secretary-general narrowed his eyes secretly, and several dangerous cold lights shot out from the depths of his pupils.

Whoosh, it was thrown into the doctor's face.

The doctor trembled in pain, coughed twice, and said, "That..."

Boom!

The table was kicked over.

The man turned around sharply, faced the doctor, and said harshly: "If it can't be cured, you won't be able to live anymore."

doctor:"……"

why is that?

Was he the one who got stabbed again?

The doctor was silent for a moment and told him calmly: "It's not that I don't want to save but... before she was rescued..."

Before he finished speaking, the secretary-general held his shoulder and squeezed it gently, signaling him to shut up.

The doctor moved his lower lip, looked at the secretary-general, and fell silent.

"Master, I'll take him out first."

The secretary-general said and took the people out.

The doctor was outside the door and told him very rationally: "I'll tell you the truth, that lady, her situation is really special."

"I know."

The secretary-general sighed and asked again: "The injury on the young master's arm is okay, right?"

"It doesn't matter." The doctor told him responsibly: "It's just a skin injury. Just don't touch the water in the near future."

The secretary-general asked some more details before returning to the house.

The room was already in a mess.

Tables, chairs, anything that could be kicked over... had all been kicked to the ground.

The secretary-general sighed in relief and asked a servant to clean it. Then, pointing to the broken glass, he said, "Bring up stainless steel tables and chairs."

Relatively resistant to kicking.

The servant was embarrassed again and again.

"Where are the others?" the secretary-general asked.

The servant pointed in the direction of the second floor and said, "Up there."

"Oh." Not surprised.

The secretary-general took the medicine away from her hand, walked up, opened the door, and saw a man standing in front of the bed, staring at the pale and dying person on the bed.

It's been over a month.

He fell into a coma and the condition recurred.

It's getting worse day by day.

The secretary-general walked over with ease and injected the medicine into the intravenous drip.

Then, he quietly stepped aside: "Perhaps it would be better for her to die."

"She was able to do that, push that guy that far."

"Then when you wake up, you will bear more."

"It's better to let her go."

The man interrupted him simply; "She can't die."

"Absolutely not."

"Since I can save her, then I can definitely save her life."

Why bother?

A dying man.

The secretary-general stared at the unconscious man and sighed almost inaudibly.

"If she wakes up, she won't be yours." The secretary-general reminded him of the fact calmly.

The man didn't move, just stared quietly at the pale little face.