Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

"Zhao Yi, Zhao Yi, I beg you, save him, save him!"

He Er cried into tears and followed the ambulance all the way to Shiyi.

Zhao Yi had already led the ambulance team to stand by outside the emergency room. As soon as the car arrived, everyone rushed up, and without delay, Song Bai was rushed to the operating room.

The dazzling red light outside the operating room came on, and He Er's knees softened and he knelt on the ground.

John hurried forward to help him, but couldn't pull him up.

He Er cried so loudly that the doctors and nurses passing by stopped to watch.

"Second Young Master, it's okay, Assistant Song will definitely get through this."

John couldn't bear it, and tried to persuade him gently.

He Er didn't listen to a word, the fear in his heart almost overwhelmed him.

Obviously, Xiaobai was still alive and kicking yesterday, they just haven't seen each other for a day...

Thinking of Xiao Bai lying on the ambulance covered in blood, He Er's blood flowed backwards all over his body, and his internal organs hurt as if someone had cut him with a knife.

"stand up!"

He Yunting's condescending order.

He Er turned a deaf ear to it.

"I'll say it again, get up!"

He Yunting's expression was gloomy, the air pressure in his body was extremely low, and he was on the verge of rage.

Seeing that something was wrong, John forced He Er to help him up.

But He Er wasn't made of mud either, he was a big guy of 180+, he was determined not to think about it, even with all his strength he couldn't pull him up.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound.

The crying in the corridor stopped abruptly.

"stand up!"

He Yunting ordered the third time with a cold face.

He Er's left cheek was swollen up to the naked eye, and he looked at his brother in disbelief.

Two seconds later, He Er roared like crazy: "Why did you hit me! Xiaobai was injured, so I don't even have the right to cry? Qiao Yi's disappearance at least proves that she is alive, where is my Xiaobai!

He was shot twice, twice!

Xiaobai might die, he might die! ! ! "

He Yunting grabbed He Er's collar and forced He Er to raise his head: "You are right, you have no right to cry, because you are a descendant of the He family, you still have a lot of things to do, you can't cry, don't mess up, You must cheer up! The He family needs you!"

"No, I'm not a descendant of the He family anymore, I want Xiaobai to live, I want him to live, I..."

"Snapped!"

He Yunting slapped his backhand again!

With dark eyes, he grabbed He Er's collar and almost lifted him up.

"A worthless thing! Song Bai hasn't died yet, you just give him a mourning here! If you dare to say something that isn't from the He family, I'll break your leg!"

Two consecutive slaps woke He Er up completely.

The tears that hadn't yet shed slowly dispersed in the eye sockets, and his eyes gradually regained clarity. He said to He Yunting with trembling lips, "Brother, my heart hurts, my heart hurts so much."

He Yunting's hostility gradually receded, he helped him to sit on a chair beside him, and said softly, "I'm in pain too."

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, John stepped forward to persuade him again, "Second Young Master, the situation at the foot of the mountain is so bad, Assistant Song can survive for such a long time, you have to give him some confidence."

"Joe Yi, Qiao Yi, who did she offend? She..."

"Xiaocheng." He Yunting suddenly interrupted him, "I leave the matter of the He family to you. Before I leave, I will sign a share transfer agreement, and I will transfer all the shares of the He family under my name to you. Here it is, from now on, the He family, you have the final say."

He Er was shocked, "Brother, what are you doing?"

"I'll take Joe home."