"Why didn't Wu Zhonglun come?" Leng Qianye felt that the doctor's eyes were a little familiar. He should not know any of the doctors in this hospital except Wu Zhonglun.

"Director Wu has delayed it, so he asked me to take the temperature of General Leng first." The doctor said it in a humble and slander, and he had no intention of being afraid of Leng Qianye at all.

Mo Feixue remembered that the doctors and nurses who met Leng Qianye in the corridor were a little afraid of him. After all, the king's aura emitted by Leng Qianye was not something that anyone could bear, and the nurses in front of him had no

A little fear.

"Okay, give me the thermometer."

Leng Qianye deliberately blocked Mo Feixue behind him. Even if there was an emergency, he still wanted to protect Mo Feixue's safety as soon as possible.

Although Mo Feixue really wants Leng Qianye to die, she will not let him die at the hands of others, he can only die at his own hands.

Mo Feixue glanced at the eyes and saw a fruit knife on the table next to her. Although the knife was not big, it always came in handy. She picked up the fruit knife quietly.

Mo Feixue also felt that the doctor's eyes seemed to have seen somewhere, but she just couldn't remember it. Perhaps she could know who he was when she saw his true face.

The doctor touched something from the bottom of the case book, and suddenly he shouted wildly, "Leng Qianye, go and die."

The case was shot at Leng Qianye with a bright gun. Leng Qianye was not a vegetarian. He had long seen the doctor's abnormality. He was always a person who kept guns away. In the morning

After changing his clothes, he also carried the gun with him.

Leng Qianye pulled out his gun and fired at the doctor. Both of them quickly dodged each other's bullets. Their guns all had mufflers, so even if they fired the bullets, they were silent.

Mo Feixue was stunned. She clearly heard Yichen's voice just now. Could it be that this doctor was pretending to be Yichen?

While Mo Feixue was still stunned, she was approaching quietly without knowing the danger. The nurse had already taken out her gun and pointed it at Mo Feixue.

Leng Qianye discovered it was too late. The nurse had already shot Mo Feixue. It was too late for Mo Feixue to escape.

At a critical moment, Leng Qianye ran forward desperately and pushed Mo Feixue away. The bullet passed through his right arm and shot into the wall, leaving a long blood mark on his right arm.

"Leng Qianye."

Mo Feixue exclaimed, Leng Qianye saved her again. If he hadn't pushed her away, he would have died long ago at the nurse's gun.

Leng Qianye's right arm was injured. Even if he could bear it, the blood still couldn't stop flowing, and his shooting was much slower.

Mo Feixue could shoot, but she didn't have a gun in her hand. Quan Shengming had given her a pistol before. Because she learned that what happened six years ago was done by Quan Shengming, she put the gun at home.

If she had known that such a thing would have happened, she would have brought the gun out.

Leng Qianye was injured, and it would be even more difficult to fight against two. The two opponents were also very good at shooting, and each shot was the life of Leng Qianye and Mo Feixue.

Mo Feixue can't let Leng Qianye protect her. She must do something, otherwise they are likely to die here.

Mo Feixue took out the fruit knife hidden behind her. She practiced throwing darts in the UK. Her grades were pretty good at that time. Although this fruit knife was not a dart, it should be enough as long as she mastered the strength.

The man in front is not easy to deal with, so let’s take the nurse behind.

Mo Feixue threw the fruit knife at the nurse and was hit, and the fruit knife was directly inserted into the nurse's right shoulder.

"Ah...Mo Feixue, you dead woman, you actually dare to plot against me." The nurse was so angry that she covered her wound with one hand and cursed Mo Feixue.

This woman actually knows herself, so she is the person she knows.

"Zi Xin, are you okay?" The doctor walked over and supported Leng Zi Xin.

"Chen, help me kill Mo Feixue." Leng Zixin said gritting her teeth.

She hated Mo Feixue to the core and wanted her to die six years ago.

It turned out to be Leng Zixin. Leng Qianye didn't go to find her, but she came to her door by herself. He didn't even count on the hatred she kidnapped Niannian last time.

Sure enough, that doctor was Yichen. Leng Qianye was full of murderous intentions. Yichen dared to hurt Qianxue last time, so he would not spare Yichen.

A man ran in panic and said in a angrily voice: "Sister Xin, it's not good, someone is here, it seems like Leng Qianye's person."

"How many have you come?" The question was Yichen.

"A dozen people." The man was trembling in his words.

Because today we are here to assassinate Leng Qianye, not many people came in. Most of them were waiting outside. They have not sent a letter until now, indicating that those people have long been gone.

"Let's withdraw." Yichen immediately made a decision.

"If you want to leave, you will go, I won't leave, I will kill them."

How could Leng Zixin let go of so many opportunities? She won’t have such a good opportunity next time. She wants to kill Leng Qianye and Mo Feixue.

"No, you must leave immediately."

Yichen didn't care whether Leng Zi's wishes or not and went out directly. The man just now broke the back.

Leng Qianye was about to chase after him when he was pulled by Mo Feixue, "Don't chase after him."

Leng Qianye turned around and looked at Mo Feixue angrily, "Yichen is going to kill you, do you still need to protect him?"

He was angry, and Mo Feixue still had feelings for Yi Chen until now, so why was she so cruel to herself?

Mo Feixue let go of Leng Qianye's hand dullly. In fact, she wanted to say that Leng Qianye's arm was injured and told him not to chase him, but Leng Qianye completely misunderstood what she meant.

Mo Feixue didn't plan to explain. He could think whatever he wanted. Anyway, she had nothing to do with him.

"Why don't you speak?" Seeing that Mo Feixue ignored him, Leng Qianye became even more angry and his voice became much louder.

Mo Feixue looked up at Leng Qianye's angry expression and said coldly: "I have nothing to say with you."

"Then you have something to say to that Yichen, right?" Leng Qianye approached tightly and pushed Mo Feixue straight to the bed.

Gao Li rushed in with a few people, his forehead was covered with sweat, half of his sweat was anxious, and half was scared. He heard Leng Qianye's roar from a distance. It seemed that Leng was always angry.

.

"Mr. Leng, I'm sorry, we're late, are you okay?"

"Get out, get out of here." Leng Qianye's eyes kept staring at Mo Feixue.

His voice was like thunder, which scared Gao Li and his group all out. When Gao Li went out, he did not forget to close the door.

It turned out that Qianxue was inside, so he would rather not disturb their two-person world.
Chapter completed!