The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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Ning Yuetong frowned, "But I don't know how long it will take for Ning Quruo to wake up." Wu Yezhou snorted, "Didn't Weimian give you some time?" Ning Yuetong looked aggrieved: "But the time has passed." The time has passed. The faces of Ning's father and mother, which had just brightened up, suddenly darkened again. Is there really no other way?" Gu Weimian smiled and said, "After all, my medical skills are limited." Ning Yuetong's eyes lit up, "Then maybe...
It can be said that all the times are well-timed.
Ning Yuetong frowned, "But I don't know how long it will take for Ning Quruo to wake up."
Wu Yezhou snorted, "Didn't Weimian give you some time?"
Ning Yuetong looked aggrieved: "But the time has passed."
The time has passed. Didn’t he wake up as promised?
Several people were stunned for a moment. That’s right, didn’t Gu Weimian calculate the time before he used the needle to bandage Yifan?
How come Bao Yifan’s hands can move, but Ning Quruo is still not awake?
The faces of Ning's father and mother, which had just brightened up, suddenly darkened again.
Is it... still not possible?
How do you explain the needle in Bao Yifan's hand just now?
Is it a coincidence?
Or was it just a trick of a liar, as Ning Yuetong had guessed before, and because he had done it so many times, he had already calculated the time?
If we wait any longer, the remaining time will definitely not be enough for Bao Yifan to have the surgery.
If any unexpected event occurs during the operation, there will be no time for recovery.
If you don't wait...
Ning's father and mother fell into anxiety.
Father Ning shamelessly asked in a low voice, "Miss Gu, why is it that Qu Ruo hasn't woken up yet after the time has passed?"
Gu Weimian tilted his head, "He will wake up."
Ning Yuetong immediately asked, "Is there a specific time?"
Gu Weimian narrowed her peach blossom eyes slightly, "A more specific time? ...I can't tell you.
Ning Yuetong looked at Ning Quruo's face, which was even prettier than hers, with a flickering gaze. Many thoughts flashed through her mind. She suggested softly, "Can't you say it? Is there really no other way?"
Gu Weimian smiled and said, "After all, my medical skills are limited."
Ning Yuetong's eyes lit up, "Then maybe... should we do the surgery first?..."
Before she could finish her words, she saw the man on the hospital bed slowly open his eyes, and a pair of dark pupils that seemed to belong to the underworld slowly moved to Ning Yuetong's face.
The man opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
He weakly raised his hand to touch Ning Yuetong's face.
Before his hand touched Ning Yuetong, Ning Yuetong took a step back in panic and looked at Ning Quruo in horror, as if she had seen a ghost.
Everyone went to see Weimian with one mind.
Gu Weimian looked at the beginning and end on the wall and sighed quietly, "The prediction was three minutes too early... It turns out that my medical skills are limited."
Everyone: “…”
Three full minutes! That's fine!
That sounds quite inaccurate!
But why did he suddenly want to kill her?
The person who wanted to kill Gu Weiman the most was none other than Ning Yuetong.
No one spoke in the corridor for a while, only Gu Weiman's faint sigh seemed to still ring in everyone's ears.
Then came the cries of joy from Ning's father and mother.
The two of them almost ran to the bedside and looked at Ning Quruo in disbelief.
The saddest thing in life is to see the young die before the old.
When something is lost and then found again, such joy can naturally make people cry with joy.
Bao Yifan stood frozen in place, watching the scene in front of him.
It cannot be said that every operation he has performed since he started practicing medicine has been extremely successful, but he can pat his chest and say that he is worthy of the white coat on his body and the scalpel in his hand.
But... today he suddenly couldn't utter a word.
Ning Quruo woke up.
If Gu Weimian had not stopped him at that time, he would have forced the operation.
Ning Quruo was stabbed in vain.