Ye Lan was carried into the rescue room, and everyone was guarding the corridor, worried, especially Yue Hongxia, who refused to worship the sky, hoping that all Bodhisattvas could bless Ye Lan to survive.

The old man's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He had been talking to each other since he entered the hospital, frowned, and there was murderous aura between his eyebrows.

Lu Qingquan did not come to the hospital. When Ye Lan was sent to the hospital, the scumbag was still standing like a piece of wood, and no one paid attention to him.

Time passed minute by minute, and I don’t know how long it took, but only Ye Qingqing was the calmest. She looked at the time and Ye Lan had been rescued for nearly an hour.

There should be more misfortunes.

After about five minutes, the door was pushed open and the doctor walked out. Yue Hongxia and the others surrounded him. Before they could speak, the doctor shook his head regretfully, "I'm sorry, we've tried our best."

Yue Hongxia's eyes turned black and she fell softly on Lu Jiangang, unconscious.

The doctor also said: "The patient has congenital heart disease and cannot bear the risk of pregnancy at all. In addition, he was hit by external forces... he was almost at risk. You can go in and take a look at her for the last time!"

Lin Shufang thanked the doctor. Everyone entered the emergency room. Ye Lan was lying on the operating table, her face turned pale, and her body became even more dead.

Ye Lan's eyes slowly turned around, fixed on Ye Qingqing's body, staring at her tightly, her lips squirming, and she couldn't hear what she was saying. Lin Shufang leaned closer and it took her a long time to understand.

"Have Qingquan arrived?"

"I'll go back to pick it up now." Lu Jian turned around and left, but was stopped by the old man. "It's too late!"

It took half an hour to get back and forth from the hospital to the courtyard, and Ye Lan couldn't last for so long.

Ye Lan laughed silently, her smile was cold and gloomy, like a ghost, looking at the rash.

Her lips moved again, Lin Shufang looked a little strange, and shouted to Ye Qingqing, "Qingqing, she wants to talk to you!"

Ye Qingqing was not surprised. Ye Lan must have figured out a lot of things now. The biggest doubt should be her. It is normal to ask her.

Lin Shufang sighed and called Yue Hongxia and the others out of the rescue room, leaving only Ye Qingqing and Ye Lan.

One stands, the other lies.

One is dying, the other is healthy.

Ye Qingqing looked around and didn't notice the camera, so she took out a silver needle and pricked Ye Lan's key acupoint.

This method is recorded in medical classics, which can allow dying people to have five minutes of Qingming Festival and will undoubtedly die in five minutes.

Ye Lan was excited and her eyes lit up, but the death aura on her body became even stronger.

"Tell me, you only have five minutes." Ye Qingqing said coldly.

Ye Lan's expression turned dark and she smiled miserably. She was not in a hurry to speak, but just stared at Ye Qingqing.

This idiot she thought in the past had not changed, but her temperament was completely different from before. Ye Lan only realized that the stupid person was her!

Ye Qingqing is not stupid at all, and is even more cunning than a fox. Otherwise, how could one of her parents die without a complete body and the other suffer in prison?

All thanks to Ye Qingqing!

"You were pretending to be stupid before?" Ye Lan finally asked.

"Yes, why don't you pretend to be stupid and make a living under your parents!" Ye Qingqing simply agreed.

Ye Lan smiled self-deprecatingly. As expected, her family was deceived by Ye Qingqing.

"Did you know that Xiaohua and I were my father's children?"

"Ye Hua looks exactly the same as Ye Zhiguo. I am neither blind nor stupid, so how could I not see it?" Ye Qingqing sneered and mocked: "You have two minutes left, are you sure you want to say these nonsense again?"
Chapter completed!