【ABO】The bodyguard of the ruthless boss is too charming

"The latest news, the latest news, Song Yan has issued a notice, and will be interviewed by the media at nine o'clock tomorrow morning..."

"...Five hours have passed since Song Yan was assassinated, and now we are at the entrance of the hospital, bringing you real-time news..."

The flash lights clicked, and Wu Xi looked out of the car window calmly. There were people inside and outside the front door of the hospital. Some of them were carrying cameras that looked like cannon barrels, and some of them had black cameras hanging around their necks. , What's more, directly open three or four mobile phones to live broadcast in real time.

The car went around the front and stopped in a secluded grove. The door was opened, and two men in black stood by the door, their tone unwavering.

"get off."

Wu Xi's gaze unconsciously landed on a tree a few steps away, where a black hound was tethered, with a bite guard on its mouth, staring fiercely at this side.

He got out of the car very slowly. Just as he stood still, the car door was slammed shut. The sudden sound alarmed the hound. The hound wanted to break free from the rope and let out a ferocious growl.

A thin layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on the palms of his hands, Wu Xi's thin lips were slightly pursed, except that his face was a little pale, nothing unusual could be seen.

The short man led the hunting dog to the front of the car. The hunting dog stuck out its tongue and panted and sniffed at Wu Xi's body. The hot and humid breath was sprayed on the trouser legs through the anti-bite device. Wu Xi's back was straightened, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palms .

After confirming that Wu Xi hadn't reached the cycle time, the hound was taken away, and the tall man handed him a black anti-bite collar and a box of medicine: "Put this on, and take two inhibitors before going in."

Wu Xi let go of his hand, and there was a row of bright red marks on his palm. He didn't feel any pain, he took the things obediently, put on the collar and took the inhibitor under the watchful eyes of the two men.

This is a small road leading to the back door of the hospital. Wu Xi followed two men into the hospital and took the elevator directly to the fifth floor.

As soon as the elevator door opened, a strong fragrance of gardenias rushed in. The nurses were busy running in the corridor, and there was a depressing roar at the end.

Wu Xi's feet were rooted and he couldn't walk. The man in black pushed him impatiently. He staggered out of the elevator and fell into a sea of ​​gardenia fragrance.

The scar on the abdomen that had already healed was aching, and the rich fragrance of flowers turned into a huge hand, which roughly tore open the scabbed scar, exposing the bloody organs and viscera inside.

There used to be a life in it, but now it's just a scar.

Wu Xi caressed his upper abdomen, his slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the suffocating fragrance of gardenias filled his breath.

"What are you doing in a daze? Follow up." The tall man said.

Wu Xi withdrew his hand and quickened his pace to follow.

At the end of the corridor was the operating room. Nurses came in and out with basins. The blood inside was shocking, and the scent of flowers in the air was mixed with a strong smell of blood.

The closer you got to the inside, the clearer the sound was, like the roar of a wounded beast. Just by hearing it, one could feel how much pain the owner of the sound was enduring.

A man wearing glasses hurried over, saw Wu Xi stop, and asked, "Why did you bring him here?"

The tall man quickly said: "Secretary Xing, the boss asked us to bring him here."

The man called Secretary Xing sized Wu Xi up and asked, "Have you taken the inhibitor?"

"Ate."

"Come in and help." The man didn't stop for a moment, and continued to walk towards the operating room.

The door was ajar, and Wu Xi, who was illuminated by the flashing red warning light, was flustered.

He followed Secretary Xing into the operating room, walked around the dark blue curtain, saw the scene on the operating table behind him, Wu Xi choked for breath, and froze there.

Four or five doctors and nurses gathered together. The upper body of the man lying on the operating table was naked. His chest was cut open. Several nurses pressed his limbs. The doctor was operating with a lancet and forceps.

What shocked Wu Xi was not the operation itself, but the man who had been awake all the time. Because of the excessive blood loss, the man's face was pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, as if he had just been soaked in water, and his jet-black hair Wet on the forehead.

Kacha, the thing bitten on the man's mouth split in two, and the sharp canine teeth plunged into the thin lips, piercing the skin immediately, and blood oozes out.

"Give this to the boss!" Secretary Xing took out a new anti-bite cork and put it in Wu Xi's hand.

Wu Xi woke up with a start, walked quickly to the operating table, leaned over and handed the anti-bite wood to Song Yan's lips, the moment his canine teeth bit the wood, he felt a tingling pain in his neck, as if it was his neck that was bitten.

"I found the bullet." The doctor quickly took out the bullet with pliers.

Because of the excessive pain, Song Yan's veins bulged instantly, his glands swelled, and he broke free from the nurses who were pressing on his limbs. In a burst of confusion, Wu Xi's wrist was grabbed.

The place where the skin touched was like being burned, a strong burning sensation spread from the wrist to every cell in the body.

The nurses rushed forward and held Song Yan's arm down. Wu Xi couldn't free his wrist, so he could only stand aside.

The size of the wound can be clearly seen at a close distance. The doctor has already treated the wound and is suturing it. The slender thread shuttles through the flesh.

Wu Xi's Adam's apple trembled up and down, and his free hands subconsciously touched his abdomen, as if the needle and thread were passing through his flesh.

The operation was over soon, and Song Yan was pushed back to the ward to take care of her.

There was still a faint fragrance of gardenias in the air. Wu Xi stood straight at the door of the ward. A few minutes ago, Secretary Xing told him to stay here. Song Yan called him when he woke up.

There was a circle of red marks on the place where the wrist was grabbed, and the feeling of restraint still remained on it, and it vaguely felt that the man's hand was still there.

Wu Xi tightly held the grasped wrist, trying to cover up the touch left by the man.

Around eleven o'clock, there was a sound of broken glass in the ward. Wu Xi was worried that someone would break in, so he immediately pushed open the door of the ward.

The moonlight came in from the window with the curtains open, shining brightly in the ward, and the surroundings could be seen clearly with the naked eye.

The shards of glass on the ground reflected the light, there was no intruder, it was Song Yan who woke up.

The man got up halfway, bleeding from the gauze-bound wound, and looked this way when he heard the door open.

Looking at those beast-like eyes, Wu Xi froze, his feet were rooted, and he maintained the movement of opening the door.

"Who told you to come in? Get out!" Song Yan's voice seemed hoarse and ugly as if it had been sanded.

There was a layer of cold sweat on Wu Xi's forehead, he lowered his eyes, and closed the door obediently.

Less than three seconds after the door closed, there was a louder sound from inside. Wu Xi clenched the doorknob tightly, his face pale.

"Come in!" Song Yan's angry voice sounded.

After Wu Xi settled his emotions, he pushed open the door again, and there was another kettle on the ground, and Song Yan supported himself with difficulty with one arm.

"Come here," he ordered.

Wu Xi walked around the debris on the ground and walked to the bed, because the wound was too painful, Song Yan lay back again, his eyes were tightly closed, and the thick eyelashes cast shadows under the eyelids.

"Go get a glass of water."