Chapter 300: 300, The situation is somewhat tricky (4)_1

Chapter 300: 300, The situation is somewhat tricky (4)_1

Meanwhile, Bai Jue is speeding his way down the road.

In the back seat, Black Jack cradles Jian Luo, his blue eyes tinged with red.

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“Bai Jue, faster!” he exclaims.

Glancing through the rearview mirror at Jian Luo’s condition, Bai Jue steps down hard on the accelerator.

Given Jian Luo’s injuries, there’s no time to get back to the Manor, their only option is the nearest hospital.

The car skids to a halt at the hospital entrance.

Bai Jue leaps out of the car, quickly helping Black Jack to support Jian Luo.

All the way, Black Jack holds Jian Luo tightly, as if he might disappear if he lets him go.

Jian Qing and another person soon arrive. Given the status of the Jian family, the Dean immediately arranges an operating room and a ward.

“Black Jack, there’s no time to waste,” Bai Jue takes Jian Luo from Black Jack and places him onto the hospital bed.

The effects of his specially-prepared pill won’t last long. If they delay further, things will get really troublesome.

Black Jack watches as Jian Luo is pushed into the operating room, stumbles, and collapses to the ground, leaning against the wall for support.

Jian Qing walks over and squats down in front of him, “Black Jack, Luo is the kindest. He wouldn’t be so cruel to us.”

After a bit, he looks up, his eyes bloodshot, and says hoarsely, “Jian Qing, I’m sorry. That bullet was meant for me.”

It’s his fault for failing to protect him, leading to this.

It’s all his fault.

Jian Qing gently shakes his head and gently pats his shoulder, “Black Jack, there’s nothing to apologize for. Just as you would take a bullet for Luo, Luo would do the same for you. I suspect he would think the same way.”

If it was her and Xiaojing, they would make the same choice as Luo.

Just because, those are the people they care about.

Hearing these words, Black Jack’s eyes fall, covering the grief at the bottom of his eyes.

If possible, he would rather he had taken the bullet himself.

Luo Xiaobai can’t stand pain, and that gunshot must have been extremely painful.

Jian Qing and others wait outside the operating room, watching the red light of the operating room constantly lit, their hearts not able to rest.

Suddenly, the operating room door opens.

Black Jack rushes over immediately.

“How is it?”

Bai Jue stops Black Jack and looks up at Jian Qing, “Jian Qing, Jian Luo suffered a massive blood loss. His blood type is very unique, and the blood bank does not currently have it.”

“My blood type is the same as Luo’s. Draw mine. No matter how much you take, as long as you can save Luo,” says Jian Qing.

“Please come with me,” the nurse says.

Quan Jingwu accompanies Jian Qing to draw blood, Black Jack stays alone at the door of the operating room.

In the ward, Jian Qing’s delicate face turns pale in an instant after drawing too much blood.

A trace of distress flashes in Quan Jingwu’s eyes as he helps her roll up her sleeves.

“Doesn’t it feel too good?”

He rubs her cheek with the pad of his finger and asks gently.

Not wanting him to worry, Jian Qing forces a smile, “It doesn’t matter. A while ago, I took a good rest at the old mansion and my health is robust. I’ll be fine with this amount of blood.”

With that, she stands up. She can’t rest easy without seeing Luo out of the operating room.

Quan Jingwu’s eyebrows furrow slightly, and he quickly catches up to her, picking her up in his arms.

“Rest for a while.”

Jian Qing leans against him, feeling warmth in her heart.

Quan Jingwu carries her out and sits down on the bench outside the operating room.

The surgery seems to last an eternity, a full four hours have passed, but the operating room door remains tightly closed.

Black Jack leans despondently against the wall, his blue eyes fixed on the direction of the operating room.

Finally, the red light above the operating room goes out.

The door opens.

Bai Jue’s figure appears behind the door, Black Jack springs up abruptly. His legs feel numb and he almost topples over.

Luckily, Bai Jue acts quickly and supports him.

“How is he? How is he?” Black Jack asks anxiously.

Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu also gather around.

“The surgery was successful. The bullet was dangerously close to his heart,” explains Bai Jue.

Hearing this, Black Jack and the others sigh in relief.

“However.”

The two words hang in the air, and Jian Qing’s heart leaps.

“However, what?” Jian Qing asks.

“Although not much was injected, the drug has spread throughout Jian Luo’s body. The situation is a bit tricky,” says Bai Jue, his expression grave.

The drug is called the M2 virus, and there is no antidote yet. For now, he can only temporarily suppress it and wait until he develops an antidote.

“Is the situation bad?” Black Jack asks.

Bai Jue replies, “That’s hard to say. I haven’t researched the M2 virus before. I’ll have to research it now and see how it goes.”

The sound of wheels grinding against the floor rings out, and Jian Luo is wheeled out.

Instantly, Black Jack approaches him, looking at the pale face on the bed, feeling a faint pain in his heart, “Luo Xiaobai!”

“Jian Luo is temporarily stable. He needs to be sent to the ward to rest now.” Bai Jue glances at the wound on Black Jack’s shoulder which is still untreated and frowns.

“Black Jack, come with me to treat your shoulder wound.”

Job after job is taking a toll on him, and this gunshot wound on the shoulder should be taken care of at the earliest.

“I’m fine, we can do it later.”

Black Jack’s eyes are fixed on Jian Luo, and he has no mood to care about the wound on his shoulder.

Bai Jue pulls him up with one hand and says coldly, “No can do, Black Jack. If you collapse, who is going to take care of Jian Luo?”

“Black Jack, go and tend to your wound first. I will take care of Luo here,” Jian Qing suggests.

Black Jack glances at Jian Luo and, step by step, follows Bai Jue to treat his wound.

The VIP ward.

Once Jian Luo is settled, Jian Qing suddenly remembers about the old man Jian who is still at the Manor and hastily dials a number.

After soothing the old man, Jian Qing hangs up the phone.

Quan Jingwu reaches out to her, guiding her to sit on the sofa.

“Rest well. I will have someone bring some food over.”

Jian Qing looks at the figure lying not far away on the hospital bed and nods lightly.

After a day and night of hustle and bustle, along with drawing a large amount of blood, Jian Qing leans against the sofa and gradually falls asleep.

When Quan Jingwu enters with food, the child on the sofa is already sound asleep.

He puts the food on the table, picks up the blanket on the sofa, and drapes it over her.

Then, he takes his phone and walks out.

On the hospital bed, Jian Luo’s eyes are tightly closed, and his eyebrows are furrowed, appearing to be having a restless sleep.

It’s as if he is having a very, very long dream.