Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

The old butler could not help asking when he saw Huo Yao walking out hurriedly. "Miss Huo, are you heading out?"

Huo Yao hung up the phone and simply nodded to the old butler without explaining anything. She walked out to the front door, took the car keys she had placed on the cabinet on the way in, and walked out.

In a couple of minutes, the sound of a car engine starting could be heard outside.

The old butler stood in the yard shaking his head before turning to go back into the villa.

**

Meanwhile, at the Huo family's private hospital.

Huo Changfeng hung up the phone and turned to look at the hospital president behind him. "Give me a little more time."

The hospital president frowned. "Master Jinfeng is in no condition to wait. He once took a bullet in his heart. All these years, he didn't bother nursing himself to recover from it. Now, he took another gunshot to his chest again. If we keep delaying surgery, he won't even have a one in a thousandth chance of surviving."

Huo Changfeng clenched his fists with his eyes looking bloodshot. He knew that Master Jinfeng was in critical condition as well.

However, Huo Jinfeng needed a second surgery on his heart. Even though Huo Changfeng was not a doctor, he understood the risks involved. If Huo Jinfeng only had a one in a thousandth chance of surviving, he could not afford to take the gamble.

Huo Changfeng gritted his teeth and kept insisting to wait. "Just one minute. Hospital President, no matter what, you have to keep Master Jinfeng alive. Appreciate it."

He knew when Young Master Yulin was on death's door, Miss Huo saved him. Perhaps she could do the same for Master Jinfeng!

The hospital president said, "Fine then. I will do my best but I need to tell you something. Master Jinfeng has a very unusual blood type. All these years, he stopped drawing blood for storage. Even though we have one bag in the blood bank, it isn't enough at all."

The hospital president paused and continued. "Even if we can successfully remove the bullet from his chest, Master Jinfeng might still die from blood loss."

In other words, it was just a figure of speech calling it a one in a thousandth chance of survival. In reality, it was very hard to save the patient.

The hospital president went back inside the emergency room after saying this.

Huo Changfeng leaned against the wall sullenly. How could he forget about Master Jinfeng's special blood type?

Liu promptly slapped himself hard on hearing this. "It's my fault for not protecting Master Jinfeng well. The shot was intended for me."

Huo Changfeng raised his head looking at Liu. In the end, he looked at his bleeding arm. "Those people came prepared. Don't blame yourself. Why don't you go take care of your injury first?"

Liu gritted his teeth and turned to head to the nurse's station.

After he was done taking care of his wound, he had to dig out the perpetrators of this attack today.

Ten minutes later, Huo Yao drove at top speed and got to the hospital.

"Uncle Changfeng, how's he?" Huo Yao walked into the hospital, glanced at the light outside the emergency room, and asked solemnly.

The moment Huo Changfeng saw Huo Yao, he saw hope. He thought about Master Jinfeng's special blood type and the hope in his eyes disappeared. He said sadly, "Master Jinfeng is in very bad shape."

Huo Yao frowned.

The emergency room door opened. The hospital president walked out anxiously. "Master Jinfeng is not going to make it. Is the doctor here yet?"

pαпdα Йᴏνê|,сòМ Before Huo Changfeng was able to speak, Huo Yao said, "That's me. Take me inside."

The hospital president's eyes landed on Huo Yao. He noticed she was just a young woman in her twenties and felt stunned. "You?"

"Yes, me." Huo Yao looked at him profoundly and stepped into the emergency room without wasting any time.

The hospital president was still reeling in astonishment. However, he followed Huo Yao and went back inside the emergency room without hesitation.