A fashion queen

Mo Yunting quickly turned around and squatted down to carefully examine Song Yuhang's injuries. Song Yuhang's face was as pale as paper, his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, and the wounds on his body were still bleeding, staining the ground red.

"Damn it!" Mo Yunting cursed under his breath, a flash of anxiety and anger in his eyes. He raised his head and roared at the people behind him, "What are you still standing there for? Go call a doctor! Call the best medical team immediately!" His voice was filled with anxiety and majesty.

Song Yuhang's subordinates finally snapped back to their senses, springing into action. Some quickly called emergency services, others rushed to find medical personnel. The scene suddenly became tense and hectic. Mo Yunting held Song Yuhang's hand tightly, his eyes fixed on him firmly, as if conveying strength and hope.

"Yun Ting, am I going to die? I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I haven't gotten any useful information from her yet... cough, cough..." The more Song Yuhang spoke, the more he couldn't control himself. He vomited blood in big mouthfuls, as if he wanted to spit out all the blood in his body. His originally pale face became even paler.

"Don't say anymore. Just bear with it. The doctor will be here soon and everything will be fine." Mo Yunting stopped him from talking. If he had known that something like this would happen, he should not have underestimated the enemy and would not have encountered such a thing.

"Yun...Ting, I want to see Xueying before I die, okay?" Song Yuhang pleaded, his eyes full of desire for life and trust in Mo Yunting.

"What nonsense are you talking about? As long as you are fine, I will let you see her, otherwise I will never make sure you can see her again." Mo Yunting said in a firm tone. He couldn't let Song Yuhang die like this. He had to let him live.

Mo Yunting looked at Song Yuhang lying on the ground, and a pang of pain pierced his heart. He knew that Song Yuhang was in a very dangerous condition, but he also didn't want him to die with regrets. So, he decided to help Song Yuhang fulfill his wish.

Mo Yunting took out his cell phone, quickly dialed a number, and said in a firm tone: "My dear wife, please come quickly. Song Yuhang is in trouble..."

At that moment, an ambulance arrived at the scene. Doctors and nurses quickly lifted Song Yuhang onto a stretcher and rushed him to the hospital. Mo Yunting followed them closely, silently praying that Song Yuhang would survive this ordeal.

After arriving at the hospital, the doctors immediately began emergency treatment for Song Yuhang. Mo Yunting stood outside the operating room, feeling anxious and uneasy. He didn't know if what he was doing was right, but he knew that if he didn't, Song Yuhang might lose his life forever.

As time passed, Mo Yunting became more and more nervous. At this moment, one of his men rushed over and told him that they had found Cui Xueying and brought her to the hospital.

"Mr. Mo, the madam is here." The subordinate said softly.

Mo Yunting suddenly raised his head, his eyes instantly landing on Cui Xueying. His eyes were filled with anticipation and worry, but he tried to remain calm and said, "Wife, you're here. Go in and see him. He keeps talking about you, saying he wants to see you and beg for your forgiveness."

Cui Xueying walked silently into the operating room, her steps heavy and slow. When she saw Song Yuhang lying unconscious on the hospital bed, tears welled up in her eyes and her throat grew dry. She had never imagined that Song Yuhang would risk his life to help her, and even suffer such serious injuries. She stared at his pale face, feeling a surge of guilt and self-blame.

She gently walked to the bedside, reached out and stroked Song Yuhang's cheek, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Yuhang, you must hold on. I'm waiting for you to wake up. I want to hear you apologize to me in person. I won't accept it if you do this."

Mo Yunting stood quietly by the side, watching this scene, with a complex emotion surging in his heart.