C1 Hold Me Tight!

Urgent footsteps, ear-piercing whistles, suppressed sobs, and all sorts of cries for help.

All sorts of sounds could be heard. It was not hard to guess that this was a hospital's emergency room.

"Chairman, to... Found … We found Dr. Chu! " A man in a black suit panted as he reported to the man in front of him.

"Where is he?!" The man was called chairman of the board of directors. His name was Yu Long Zhang. He was the head of the consortium. When he heard his subordinate's report, he gripped the man's arm anxiously. He couldn't help but grimace due to the extreme pain.

"Here … Right behind us! "

Hearing his subordinate's words, Yu Long loosened his grip. Before he could think of whether he should look pleasantly surprised or guilty, the man in black spoke of Dr. Chu who walked in with his 10-centimeter high heels.

Chu Jinghong, the number one surgeon in the 27th century, was one of the best.

Looking at Chu Jinghong's trademark white coat and her pair of high heels shining with silver, Yu Long Zhang knew that she must have been forcefully pulled out from some banquet.

Chu Jinghong passed by Yu Long's office without giving him a single glance. This woman was once her fiancé, but for the sake of her family, she married the woman lying in the emergency room, Miao Meng.

"Dr. Chu, patient Miao Meng, 23 years old, height 163 cm. Body weight of 55 KG, no history of smoking or alcohol, no history of allergies, no major surgery in one year. The wound was in the heart, and the bullet passed through her clothing and entered her right atrium. Because the accessory slowed down the bullet's penetration, the bullet did not penetrate the heart. "

The assistant doctor briefly described the patient's condition. Chu Jinghong allowed the assistant to help her change into a surgical suit while she listened.

"Only in the right atrium. You can do it." Chu Jinghong's tone was casual, a completely different attitude from her swift and decisive work.

The assistant doctor awkwardly bit the corner of his lips and said, "I'm sorry, Dr. Chu, the bullets are too close to the aortic arch, and even the doctors in the hospital don't dare to rashly take them. That's why they asked you to come back."

Chu Jinghong slanted her eyes to the doctor and didn't speak. Her eyes weren't even sharp, but the assistant doctor still felt a chill down his spine. He swallowed his saliva and said, "It was Chairman Long who asked you to operate on Madam Long's behalf."

Chu Jinghong snorted and strode into the operation room.

There were no tools in the operating room except for the five assistants who were ready.

It was because everyone knew that Chu Hong would bring all the medical equipment with him, because she was the number DT-0827C, the only carrier of Medical Space in the entire world.

Chu Jinghong's consciousness moved, and the Medical Space attached to the inner part of her wrist instantly emitted a cold green light.

Although the helpers were envious, they did not dare to be jealous.

There were no less than ten million people selected to merge with their Medical Space, but only seven survived.

… ….

The operation went smoothly. To Chu Jinghong, this degree of injury was as easy as slicing a cucumber. However, what she didn't expect was that right after Miao Meng's condition stabilized, a blood-stained scalpel pierced into her heart!

Chu Jinghong raised her head in surprise as she looked at the person who had assassinated her. This was the assistant physician who had been with her for five years, the one who had just reported Miao Meng's injury to her.

Chu Jinghong subconsciously asked a very uncaring question, "Why … "Why?"

"Chairman Long has instructed that Miss Miao Meng cannot leave this place alive," the assistant said.

Chu Jinghong didn't know what expression she should put on. Before her consciousness faded away, she said, "She can't live. Kill her. Why the hell are you trying to kill me!"

Chu Jinghong had died in her own joke. She thought that the Saint Hand of Surgery had died under her own scalpel, but she didn't expect that there was an even bigger joke waiting for her.

— —

The strong feeling of weightlessness caused the unconscious Chu Jinghong to wake up abruptly from the darkness.

What entered her eyes was the clear blue sky. A ridiculous thought flashed through Chu Jinghong's mind, that was, this underworld, and its environment was actually pretty good? There was no such blue sky in the twenty-seventh century.

However, this laughable feeling only lasted for a split-second. Chu Jinghong quickly realized that she was falling at an extremely fast speed. The cold wind whipping by her ears made her cheeks hurt, but she realized that she was completely powerless to resist!

"Aaahh!" With a physical scream, she fell to the ground with a thump.

On the ground?

Chu Jinghong was puzzled. Why was the ground so soft? It didn't hurt at all. It was just a little sticky.

Chu Jinghong slowly opened her eyes. What entered her eyes was a terrifying scene that she could not imagine.

If it wasn't for the fact that she had been a surgeon for so many years, and if she didn't have a good friend who practiced medicine, she would have been scared to death by now.

It was a person, a bloody figure covered in blood. Not only that, but he was staring at her with his eyes wide open, and within his eye sockets, his originally black and white eyeballs were now blood-red.

This … Was this a skinned, mutilated, dead person who could not rest in peace?

Chu Jinghong felt a sticky sensation on her palm. She quickly retracted her hand and looked at the bright red blood on it.

Only then did she realize that she had fallen into the arms of this pickpocket.

Chu Jinghong felt a chill and was about to get up to leave when she suddenly felt a tight grip on her waist.

Was he dead or not? Even though she had seen many bloody scenes, Chu Jinghong still felt that the scene in front of her eyes was too creepy.

"Hold me!" A low and hoarse voice came out from the pickpocket in front of them.

Chu Jinghong felt that her body was covered in cold sweat, more blood than the man in front of her.

She was so stiff that she didn't dare to move. However, the bloody figure seemed to be dissatisfied with her reaction, and reached out to pinch the soft flesh on her waist.

"Ah, hug!" Don't move! " Chu Jinghong quickly held back her disgust and wrapped her arms around the bloody figure's neck, but her body was still stiff as she pulled away from him.

The bloody figure's breathing was a little hurried at first, as if it was trying its best to endure the pain. As Chu Jinghong's palm landed on his skin, his breathing also gradually became calmer.

But this alone was unable to satisfy the thirst in his body.

"Hold tight."

Chu Jinghong's face was filled with black lines. Was this blood man going to be a loose ghost before he died? With blood all over his body, who wanted to hug him tightly!

Seeing that Chu Jinghong did not respond, the bloody man immediately tightened his grip, but he did not do anything else.

However, his grip was too strong. He was pinching the soft spot on Chu Jinghong's waist, causing her to surrender while feeling pain and itchiness.

"Ah!" Straight away! Let go of me!