Billionaire's Favorite: The President's Handy Little Sweet Wife

When I followed the nurse out, I seemed to think of something, and quickly turned back.

She squatted down on her knees slightly, and softened her voice: "Baby, Mommy is going to deal with a wounded person now, and she may not be able to come back for a while, so stay here obediently and don't run around, okay?"

In the chair, the little guy who was concentrating on reading a medical book raised his head. He had a white and tender face, two soft eyebrows like caterpillars, a pair of big eyes like black pearls, and long and curly eyelashes. The bridge of the nose is straight and the mouth is curved.

She looks like a delicate and cute little lady.

Although the facial features are still immature, it can be seen that in the future, he will definitely be a handsome man with countless fans.

Qin Shu couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch the baby's soft and smooth face, and the more he looked at her, the more he liked it.

The only thing that worries her is that the child looks too much like that person...

"Mum, then you have to come back early." The child's soft voice sounded.

Qin Shu put away his thoughts and smiled, "Okay, Mommy will take you to eat delicious food when I'm done."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and followed the nurse out, walking swiftly without hesitation.

After all, there are still injured people waiting for her to save!

Qin Shu arrived at the consultation room where the injured were placed.

As soon as he entered the door, he used the authentic local language and asked solemnly: "What's the situation?"

"It's a gunshot wound." A foreign doctor in charge stood aside and returned to Qin Shu's question.

Perhaps out of fear, he didn't dare approach the wounded.

Qin Shu frowned, a gunshot wound?

But after hesitating for a second, she stepped forward resolutely, opened the covering curtain, and checked the injured.

It was a young-looking man covered in blood, and it was hard to tell whether it was his or someone else's.

As the nurse said just now, Qin Shu could tell at a glance that he was an Asian.

But if you are not Chinese, you still need to ask.

Qin Shu looked at his trembling eyelashes to make sure that he was not unconscious.

She communicated with him in Mandarin, "I heard that you don't want my colleagues to treat you, but you are seriously injured and must be treated immediately."

As she said that, she quickly glanced over him, showing surprise, and said, "You were shot seven times?! Is there a wound on your back? I need to help you check and take out the bullets."

At this time, the man finally opened his eyes.

A pair of sharp eyes like a falcon fell on Qin Shu's face, looking a little surprised.

Probably did not expect that in such a small place, it would be possible to meet compatriots.

"I..." He moved his dry lips, and said with difficulty, "Stay away from me, I'm infected with a virus, it's contagious."

Qin Shu's eyes flickered slightly, "I know."

She reassured: "This virus is transmitted through blood. I will take good protection and not touch your blood directly. But you must have an operation right now."

Now, the changing man looked at her unexpectedly, and didn't speak for a while.

Qin Shu didn't bother to wait for him, and immediately ordered the doctors and nurses outside: "Arrange the operation immediately!"

"Okay, Doctor Qin!"

Before the man passed out, he only heard someone answer this sentence.

Qin Shu didn't let anyone touch the man the whole time, pushed him into the operating room himself, and refused the assistant's assistance.

She had only studied the virus on this man not long ago, and it was very contagious.