Reborn as His Intellectually Disabled Wife-Chapter 762 - 763: Heart Transplant Surgery (4)

Dr. Fei’er’s face became increasingly twisted. Suddenly, he took a brisk step forward, grabbed a sharp blade from the already sterile surgical tray, and turned to press the blade against Shi Mei’s neck while shouting, "Don’t move!"

Everyone went on full alert, and Gao Lian’s face turned pale as he immediately yelled, "Don’t move!"

Seeing the effect, Dr. Fei’er seized the moment and shouted loudly, "Back off, let me go, or I’ll stab her!"

The sharp blade had already slightly penetrated Shi Mei’s delicate neck.

At that moment, Shi Mei became much more alert.

Regrettably, she couldn’t see what kind of blade it was; she could only feel its prickling pain, possibly a detail scalpel.

The blade wasn’t large, but it was extremely sharp.

Gao Lian shouted urgently, "Don’t be rash!" Then he yelled, "Back off!"

The surrounding armed police quickly stepped back.

Dr. Fei’er repeated, "Back off, let me out!"

Gao Lian subconsciously looked toward Shi Mei.

In contrast to the surrounding tension, Shi Mei appeared to be exceptionally calm.

When Gao Lian met her gaze, he clenched his teeth and ordered, "Everyone back off!"

Dr. Fei’er was sweating coldly, the sweat dripping onto Shi Mei’s face. Holding a surgical blade in one hand and pushing the gurney with the other, he said, "If you dare come close, I don’t know if my hand will shake. If it shakes, I’ll stab her."

The blade had now penetrated halfway, blood pouring out copiously.

The pillow beneath Shi Mei’s neck was stained red with blood, presenting a shocking sight.

Gao Lian’s face turned even paler as he shouted, "Everyone back off!"

Shi Mei’s focus began to blur. Though her neck was in pain, she had been given an anesthetic, and drowsiness quickly made her feel groggy. She said, "Back off. I don’t want to die. Don’t shake; I’m scared."

Her words said one thing, but her drowsy and impatient visage hardly seemed scared.

Fei’er was once again startled by her reaction, his hand involuntarily lightening its grip.

Such a unique girl.

It would have been nice to have someone like her as a friend.

Too bad.

Dr. Fei’er averted his gaze, watching the surroundings warily as he slowly pushed the gurney out.

The police and armed officers cleared a path for him and, just like that, Shi Mei was wheeled out in a daze.

Dr. Fei’er dared not slow down as he hastened forward. Fearing a sudden attack, he even turned to face them, the blade still against Shi Mei’s neck.

Shi Mei’s complexion grew paler, the blood on the pillow increasing, the bedding beneath her upper body stained red with blood.

She furrowed her brows and said, "Don’t stab anymore, your hundred million is really going to fly away..."

Her voice was weak, jolting Dr. Fei’er to his senses.

Seeing the amount of blood she was losing, he was startled and cursed softly, "Shit!"

Shi Mei felt her temper was incredibly good, managing not to curse despite being undisturbed.

Of course, she wished the sensation of bleeding from her neck was a bit less pronounced.

Shi Mei felt increasingly cold all over.

She had thought she’d slowly fall asleep, but, as time went on, not only did she not sleep, but her consciousness grew sharper.

Damn it...

Seeing Shi Mei like this, Dr. Fei’er lamented, "If you don’t get a blood transfusion, you’re going to die."

Shi Mei: "..."

It was all your fault!

Shi Mei could distinctly feel her heartbeat slowing down.

So this was the feeling of life ebbing away...