"An hour ago. He said he got the prescription and was heading here."

Mo Qing frowned.

Song Yiyuan quickly thought of something: "Is it possible..."

Mo Qing's tone dropped: "It's possible."

She asked: "Do you know where he came from?"

"Ion Lane." Song Yiyuan opened his mouth and said the name.

Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan looked at each other.

The next moment, Song Yiyuan walked to the side of the road, raised his hand to stop a car, opened the door and said to the driver: "Ion Lane."

…

Ion Alley is an area. The main street belongs to Ion Alley, and the surrounding area is also generally called Ion Alley, which is not particular. The terrible thing is that it is surrounded by the old city, and many streets do not have cameras installed.

Mo Qing used the Nine-Story Terrace as a clue and asked Jingsu about several places he frequented, and then investigated them one by one with Song Yiyuan.

When it was getting dark, Mo Qing found the dying Jing Su in an alley.

Mo Qing first contacted Song Yiyuan and asked Song Yiyuan to call the police and call an ambulance. Then he put away his cell phone, squatted down, and calmly checked Jing Su's injuries.

Most of the injuries were external, caused by punches and kicks.

However, Jingsu was stabbed in the abdomen, and he held it tightly with his hands. Blood flowed out, soaking the clothes on his abdomen, and spread on the ground like blooming flowers.

Mo Qing turned him over without changing his expression.

"you……"

In a daze, Jingsu felt someone moving him, but when he opened his mouth, the smell of blood came out of his throat, blocking the rest of his words.

He opened his eyes weakly.

The alley was dimly lit and everything was hazy. He half-opened his eyes and saw a girl squatting in front of him. A blade suddenly appeared on her finger, and she scratched her hand.

Blood dripped onto the three silver needles. The silver needles were stained with blood. The blood gradually seeped in and disappeared. After a while, the silver needles revealed a strange luster.

This scene was so fantastic that Jingsu was stunned and couldn't tell the difference between fiction and reality.

He seemed to see Mo Qing's face clearly.

At this time, a cool voice came down: "Are you still awake?"

Jingsu opened his mouth again.

However, this time, before he could say anything, a hand knife fell down. Before Jingsu completely lost consciousness, he cursed one word in his mind - fuck.

…

When Song Yiyuan rushed over, Mo Qing had already withdrawn the needle and was standing aside with his arms folded, leaning against the wall behind him. His entire body was shrouded in shadow.

"How did he..." Song Yiyuan ran out of breath. He glanced at Mo Qing, who was calm and composed, and then at Jing Su, who was covered in blood. He felt that the scene was extremely strange.

After a second's pause, he added lightly: "Like."

Mo Qing raised his eyebrows: "I can't die."

This is not a good description.

Song Yiyuan quickly squatted down beside Jing Su. When he saw the injury on Jing Su's abdomen, his heart sank. Then he tested Jing Su's breathing, and then he felt relieved.

Without any tools at hand, Song Yiyuan had no choice but to take some emergency measures. Fortunately, the ambulance arrived relatively quickly, and found them soon after, put Jingsu on a stretcher, and carried him to the hospital.

Song Yiyuan and Mo Qing naturally accompanied him.

The third hospital.

The wound on Jingsu's abdomen was not deep, but he had lost a lot of blood. The doctor on the bus had already notified the hospital and asked them to arrange the operating room. As soon as they arrived at the hospital entrance, they pushed Jingsu to the operating room in a hurry.

Song Yiyuan was a doctor and knew the seriousness of Jing Su's injury. He was worried from the moment he got in the car.

Mo Qing remained calm and calm: "He will be fine."

"He..." Song Yiyuan suddenly thought of something and stopped talking.

He was about to ask Mo Qing if he had done anything to Jing Su before he came. However, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the figure standing outside the operating room and froze suddenly.

It's Wen Yingxue.

As soon as he saw her, Song Yiyuan felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. With coldness in his eyes, he asked: "Why are you here?"

Wen Yingxue glanced at him without any surprise. A pair of beautiful eyes appeared on the mask, with a gentle smile and no lethality: "I am responsible for this operation."

"You can't operate on him." Song Yiyuan frowned.

Jingsu's injury was most likely caused by Wen Yingxue and his gang. Now Wen Yingxue will operate on Jingsu... Who knows what Wen Yingxue will do.

"I don't mind if you come," Wen Yingxue said calmly.

After a pause, Wen Yingxue lowered her head again, deliberately looked at Song Yiyuan's right hand, and then said slowly: "I forgot, your hand can't hold the scalpel anymore."

Song Yiyuan was shocked: "You——"

"Family members should not interfere with the surgeon."

A relatively strong male nurse came over and deliberately knocked Song Yiyuan.

Later, he told Song Yiyuan: "Her name is Wen Yingxue, she is a C-level doctor selected by emo. In terms of surgical skills, she is ranked first in our hospital. She only comes here once on Saturday afternoons to perform one or two operations."

, you are in great luck."

He stood between Song Yiyuan and Wen Yingxue, like a wall.

Song Yiyuan and the male nurse looked at each other angrily.

When he punched the male nurse, his wrist was suddenly pinched, making it difficult for him to move. He turned his head and saw Mo Qing standing to one side, and was startled.

Someone in the operating room called "Doctor Wen". Wen Yingxue glanced at Song Yiyuan and Mo Qing, nodded politely, and then walked into the operating room unhurriedly.

The door was slowly closed.

After letting out a long breath, Song Yiyuan slowly released his fist and asked, "Why?"

"What a big deal." Mo Qing let go of his wrist, raised his eyelids, looked at the door of the operating room, and said lightly, "The big deal is that they will have to pay for it."

When she said this, her tone was the same as before, without even a slight change.

Song Yiyuan only felt a chill running down his spine.

When the burly male nurse heard this, he was filled with anger. He glared at Mo Qing angrily, meaning - the doctor worked hard to treat the patients, how dare you threaten the doctor?

Mo Qing glanced over with a cold look: "What are you looking at? I'll poke your eyes out later."

"..."

The male nurse subconsciously shrank his neck.

Damn, this girl is so fierce.

The male nurse was not involved in this operation, but had nothing else to do. After seeing that Song Yiyuan and Mo Qing were both bad friends, he was worried about Wen Yingxue's life, so he decided to act as a doorman at the door of the operating room, staring at the two of them defensively.

Mo Qing dragged Song Yiyuan to the side and waited for the operation to end.

After a while, Song Yiyuan calmed down and asked Mo Qing tentatively: "Were you kidding just now?"

Mo Qing replied: "No."

"No." Song Yiyuan had not forgotten Mo Qing's one-year observation period at this time, "Now is a society ruled by law, you can't do whatever you want. What's more, you are still in the observation period, and every move you make -"

Mo Qing asked: "If Jing Su is really dead and Wen Yingxue and Liang Xuzhi escape, the law will punish a few gangsters. Are you willing?"

"..."

Song Yiyuan lost his voice.

Are you willing?

of course not.

His eyes were cold, and Mo Qing's tone was cool: "Now that you have met me, you must abide by my rules."

Song Yiyuan was shocked when he heard this.

The light in the corridor was cold white, with an icy tone and without a trace of warmth. When it fell on Mo Qing, a layer of coldness enveloped her. Song Yiyuan saw a decisive killing power in her body.

This was something he had never seen in her before.

She has been holding back this breath.

After swallowing, Song Yiyuan was stunned for a while. Because he couldn't disagree with Mo Qing, he chose to change the topic: "Prescription... No, where is the paper?"

"It's not on Jing Su's body." Mo Qing searched Jing Su's body and found nothing.

Song Yiyuan's heart sank.

As expected, I went for Isu's leather paper.

This further proves the person behind the scenes.

"The third group of people are sure that Jingsu doesn't know the whereabouts of the prescription and should give up. There has been no sign recently, so it shouldn't be them." Mo Qing analyzed, "Wen Yingxue is possible. Talk to Jingsu directly. If not, just ask Jingsu for help."
To be continued...