Chapter 688 (1/2)

It was one o’clock in the morning.

It had been five hours since Ji Nuan was sent into the ER.

The doctors hadn’t come out after five hours and the red light remained on, which showed that the operation hadn’t finished, but at least it meant that Ji Nuan had made it through the five hours.

Time ticked by. Nanheng almost killed all of Atuta’s men and finally caught him after hunting him for hours. Without a stop, he hurried to the hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, he saw that in the lobby of the hospital, the doctors and nurses were busy around and patients and their families kept coming and going.

He went further to the door of the ER, only to see Mo Jingshen—whose body was covered with blood—sitting on a bench.

The blood on his clothes had dried and that on his face and hands had clotted, but he didn’t wipe them off.

At this moment, this man who was always calm, wise, and powerful was suddenly like a wanderer soul in confusion. His eyes were glazed yet so deep and dark that they seemed to be able to suck you in. He sat motionlessly and was eerily quiet.

Nanheng wanted to say something. After all, it was Ji Nuan who was lying inside, but seeing Mo Jingshen being like this, he frowned and gazed at him, not approaching him.

“Boss.” K came behind him and said in a low voice, “Mrs. Mo was wounded in a vital part. It’s here.”

With that, K raised his hand and pointed to Nanheng’s neck. “Here…”

Nanheng frowned harder. “Shit, Atuta! bastard!”

“Mrs. Mo protected Mr. Mo from a gunshot with her own body…”K said in a low voice, “Now don’t mention Atuta in front of him. Otherwise, if Mrs. Mo’s life can’t be saved, I’m afraid Mr. Mo will kill…”

“Do you think he hasn’t killed before?” Nanheng said coldly. “Do you forget who shot Dali three years ago in Cambodia? He did that because of Ji Nuan. He had sworn to Grandfather Mo that he would never kill anyone, but he had broken his oath for Ji Nuan. So do you think Atuta will survive this time? I’m afraid he would cut him into pieces.”

K didn’t speak but looked worriedly at the light on the door of the ER.

“Have you notified Qin Siting?”

“Yes, Dr. Qin had an operation several hours ago. He said he would order a flight to Los Angeles. I think he will arrive tomorrow morning. And I’ve also notified Feng Ling…”

Hearing Feng Ling’s name, Nanheng paused and took a look at him. K quickly looked away and didn’t speak.

If it were something else, Feng Ling wouldn’t have come to Los Angeles, but now Ji Nuan was dying, so she would surely come.

Nanheng looked at Mo Jingshen again. After a while, he frowned, took out a pack of cigarettes, and went out of the hospital. He smoked for a long time at the gate of the hospital and came back smelling of smoke, only to see Mo Jingshen sitting there in the same position.