Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration-Chapter 1124 - 1107 Reality World [71] Critically Ill (2 more updates) _2

Chapter 1124: 1107 Reality World [71] Critically Ill (2 more updates) _2

As for tonight, who would care if a mercenary sharpshooter suddenly bit the dust?

Ye Shaohua sneered.

After she and Mu Liu drove off.

Luo Cheng’s subordinates still hadn’t snapped back to reality.

One guy scratched his head, his face turning red, "My goddess is so awesome! What luck!"

He was a fan of Ye Shaohua.

The other two were somewhat speechless, amazed by this fan’s way of thinking, "That was the Viper, an internationally renowned sniper, and just like that, he’s gone in her hands? And you actually believe her when she says it was luck? You really are a diehard fan!"

Another person was still shaken, "What exactly is the background of the commander’s second sister?"

**

On this end, Ye Li had been shot, so clearly, he couldn’t go to a regular hospital.

Ye Feng directly took him to the Military District Hospital.

Three o’clock in the morning.

Charmes.

The Mu Family’s butler knocked on Mu Xingzhi’s room in the dead of night, anxiously saying, "Young master, there’s trouble. Ye Li is rushing to the Military District Hospital. I heard... I heard from Mu Qiu that he has eight gunshot wounds, fatal ones!"

Mu Xingzhi had already gotten up, and as he put on a light black coat, he asked, "Where is Dr. Nan right now?"

"He’s in T city visiting friends," the butler said quietly.

Replying.

"Have him hurry over here to the Military District," Mu Xingzhi said gravely, "T city has my military jet. Get someone to bring it over."

The butler knew the seriousness of the situation and immediately went out with his phone to give orders.

Military District Hospital.

The hospital was almost thrown into chaos when it suddenly received Ye Li with his condition late at night.

Not to mention Ye Li’s eight gunshot wounds, none of them too lethal in itself, but after so much time with so much blood lost, not to mention other potential infections.

Not a single doctor dared to rashly proceed, one might even say they didn’t know where to begin.

Gunshot wounds are not like other injuries; the surface trauma is small, yet underneath the skin, it’s already blown apart.

Ye Li was as good as dead, now it was just a matter of buying time.

Ye Feng was totally bewildered, not knowing how to react, and could only plead with the doctors over and over.

The doctors were also at a loss. Ye Li had been a rising star in the Military District, and people from the Ye Family were watching. The doctors didn’t dare to be careless, and even the dean had crawled out of bed in the wee hours, starting an emergency expert consultation at 3:10 AM.

By the time Mu Xingzhi arrived, the group of doctors and people like Ye Feng and Luo Cheng were so frightened that they couldn’t even speak.

Nobody had expected that Ye Li’s situation would alarm the Mu Family, and that Mu Xingzhi himself would rush over after 3 AM.

"Mu... Mu... Young Master Mu...," the dean stammered, his face changing colors.

Mu Xingzhi glanced at him and went straight to the point, "What’s the situation now?"

The dean and others had by then come to their senses.

At this moment, the Ye Family was under the protection of the Mu Family, and with the Ye Family’s interest in Ye Li, it meant that the Ye Family was sheltered by the Mu Family. Now that Mu Xingzhi was stirred, the dean and others were even less likely to act rashly.

"Commander Ye’s condition is not good. He lost too much blood and did not receive timely treatment. I..." The dean steeled himself and admitted, "Young Master Mu, I’m afraid the situation is not looking good."

"Buy me some time," Mu Xingzhi looked at the dean, his gaze indifferent, "I’ve already notified Dr. Nan. He should be arriving at the hospital airfield in about ten minutes or so."

"Alright," the dean, who had been trembling with fear, felt a bit more settled upon hearing about Dr. Nan.

He bit his lip and led a few doctors to stabilize the condition. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

T city was close to Imperial City to begin with.

Mu Xingzhi’s jet was twice as fast as a standard airliner.

It took Mu Xingzhi twenty minutes to get to the Military District Hospital. Judging by the time it took for his order to reach Dr. Nan, the doctor should arrive in no more than ten minutes.

Indeed, in less than ten minutes, Dr. Nan hurried out of the elevator.

Dr. Nan’s reputation was renowned both domestically and internationally.

Upon learning of Dr. Nan’s arrival, the dean had prepared everything needed along with the information.

He promptly went up to meet him, handing over a sterile gown to Dr. Nan while quickly explaining Ye Li’s condition.

Dr. Nan had been notified about the situation here on the way and currently didn’t even have time to greet Mu Xingzhi.

Others might not understand, but he was very clear that this was not only a person Mu Xingzhi wanted to save but also Ye Shaohua’s brother!

He pursed his lips tightly, his expression very serious.

A group of doctors quickly entered the emergency room.

Mu Xingzhi leaned slightly against the wall of the emergency room, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Although the hospital staff had specially brought over a chair for Mu Xingzhi, he didn’t sit.

Half an hour passed, and there was still no news coming out of the emergency room. The butler spoke to Mu Xingzhi in a low voice, "Young Master, why don’t you go back to Charmes and rest for a while?"

"No need," Mu Xingzhi replied indifferently.

"Ye Feng was scared and didn’t dare to come to you," the butler sighed, "he asked me to relay a message, saying that from now on, the Ye Family will definitely be loyal to the Mu Family..."

"I don’t need them," Mu Xingzhi interrupted the butler, speaking indifferently, "I’m not doing this for them."

The butler had anticipated this and didn’t say anything further, turning to look for Ye Feng instead.

Ye Feng had heard of Dr. Nan’s great name. After Ye Tong was in a car accident, he had tried to contact Dr. Nan through various channels, but with no success.

At the moment, Ye Li had been shot, and Mu Xingzhi had personally come to oversee the situation, even specifically inviting Dr. Nan.

Right now, Dr. Nan was inside the emergency room.

Ye Feng truly didn’t understand Mu Xingzhi’s intention, standing there anxiously waiting.

He had been so worried about Ye Li that he hadn’t reacted just now.

Now that Dr. Nan was inside, Ye Feng’s senses were slowly starting to come back.

Looking at the butler, he suddenly felt a sense of deja vu.

"Wait, aren’t you... the one I met at our house last time?" Ye Feng’s gaze flashed.

The butler smiled at Ye Feng and with a slight nod, confirmed under his incredulous gaze, "I am the young master’s butler."

At this moment, Ye Feng’s chaotic thoughts finally began to make sense.

His mysterious promotion, and the sudden interest in Ye Li, he was beginning to see some clues.

Ye Feng glanced in Mu Xingzhi’s direction. The latter was leaning against the wall, head down, holding a cigarette.

Mu Xingzhi, even without showing his face, had an aura that distinguished him from others.

Ye Feng’s mind raced back to the night when Ye Shaohua returned to the Ye Family, followed by a tall man wearing a mask.

A flash of realization seemed to pass through his mind, "Butler, the young master, that night..."

The butler looked at Ye Feng, nodded slightly, and then said in a low voice, "Mr. Ye needn’t worry; the young master’s visit is not for your sake."

Ye Feng gave a bitter smile. Could he not overthink it? The Mu Family’s status was such that he had not expected Ye Shaohua to know Mu Xingzhi, his feelings now unsettled.

Far from feeling joy at the prospect of getting close to the Mu Family, he was instead filled with layers of anxiety.

The status of the Mu Family made Ye Feng very worried about Ye Shaohua.

However, Ye Feng didn’t think any further as the door to the emergency room soon opened, and the dean came out, looking very distressed.

Ye Feng’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of the dean’s expression.

Mu Xingzhi had by now extinguished his cigarette and walked over, glancing at the dean, "What’s the situation?"

The courage the dean had mustered collapsed in an instant.

He opened his mouth, his legs went weak, and he fell to his knees, his face ghostly pale, "Young Master Mu, Commander Ye has eight gunshot wounds, and the shooter was clearly highly skilled, with each bullet aimed at vital points. Plus, it took nine hours before he was brought in, and he is already infected. He’s been holding on by sheer willpower, but Dr. Nan is doing his best. I’m afraid it’s unlikely he’ll make it through... today!"