Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 228: It Really Is Him_1

Chapter 228: Chapter 228: It Really Is Him_1

"Swoosh!"

Mo Han flicked his wrist, and a streak of white light suddenly appeared.

It was so fast that Nie Jiu didn’t even see what it was.

All he could vaguely feel was a gust of wind passing by, carrying a chill like the cold breeze of a winter night.

Suddenly, he felt a cold stream on his neck, and subconsciously touched it only to realize in horror that it was blood.

"Pfft..."

In an instant, fresh red blood spurted out from Nie Jiu’s neck like a fountain.

Nie Jiu tried to cover his throat with his hands, but the wound on his neck grew larger, and his consciousness became increasingly blurry.

Until the very end, Nie Jiu could only see Mo Han’s blurred face before collapsing into an endless abyss...

Having dealt with Nie Jiu, Mo Han hurried back to the Sofitel Hotel.

Liao Shishi was very capable; she not only took Luo Ning and Mo Xiaochen to the hotel’s safest bomb shelter but also summoned the hotel’s private doctor Nuo De’er to treat Luo Ning’s gunshot wound.

"Strange, it’s really strange!"

Nuo De’er, a respected doctor with more than twenty years of practice in Americk, had originally come to Jiuzhou for tourism and fell in love with Jiangling City at first sight. By a twist of fate, he became the private doctor at the Sofitel Hotel.

"Doctor Nuo De’er, is Miss Luo in a bad state? Does she urgently need surgery?"

Liao Shishi was extremely anxious at the moment, knowing that they had gone through a lot today, from the Gemini Building incident to deploying hundreds of drones, all for the sake of celebrating Miss Luo’s birthday.

But now, just after the birthday had passed, Miss Luo had been shot. If President Ling or Old Tang found out, her position as the general manager of the Sofitel Hotel was likely at its end.

"No, I’ve been practicing medicine for many years, and this is the first time I’ve seen such a condition."

Dressed in a white coat, Nuo De’er pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, furrowed his brows, and said in broken Jiuzhou language, "This lady was indeed shot in the back, but normally, the blood should be flowing down from the wound, and the person should be very weak."

"But not only is there no bleeding, but her body’s functions also don’t seem to be seriously declining. Strange, very strange..."

"Whew..."

Upon hearing that Luo Ning wasn’t in grave danger, Liao Shishi finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she hesitated about whether or not to call Ling Yuzhu, a figure rushed in through the door.

"Where is Ning’er?"

The man speaking was Mo Han, who had just taken care of the situation and rushed over immediately.

"Mommy is here... Daddy, Mommy hasn’t woken up yet, is she going to leave us forever?"

Sitting by the bed, Mo Xiaochen was rubbing her eyes, tears falling down like strung pearls.

"That’s not going to happen, Mommy is just feeling a bit unwell."

Mo Han cracked a slight smile, pulled his daughter into his embrace, and then said, "Chen Chen, be a good girl and don’t cry. How about Daddy performs some magic to wake Mommy up?"

"Yeah!"

At these words, Mo Xiaochen’s tears stopped instantly, and she looked up at her father with her large, date-pit eyes.

Mo Han put his daughter down and slowly walked over to the bed.

Looking at his pale wife, Mo Han was consumed with guilt. Taking a deep breath, he picked up a scalpel from nearby, ready to cut open Luo Ning’s wound.

"Fuck! What the hell are you doing?"

Just then, the doctor in a white coat, Nuo De’er, hurried over and intervened, "Who are you? A doctor? Don’t you know that moving a gunshot victim is not allowed?"

"What if it causes secondary injuries to the victim!"

Normally, Mo Han would not scold the other party but would actually commend his sense of responsibility.

But at this moment, Mo Han was seething with anger, with no intention to communicate with the foreigner.

He pushed him away and said angrily, "Don’t stop me, I need to treat my wife!"

Liao Shishi immediately stepped forward and said to Nuo’er De, "Doctor Nuo’er De, this man is the victim’s husband, his name is Mo Han, and he is a practitioner of Chinese medicine..."

"Chinese medicine? You mean the kind that goes around swindling people with silver needles?" Nuo De’er smirked with disdain, implying, "Miss Liao, there’s a Jiuzhou saying, ’You can know one’s face, but not their heart.’ As for the victim’s husband, I don’t think he is truly here to treat her!"

"How could that be!" Liao Shishi exclaimed in shock. "Doctor Nuo De’er, you are unaware that Mister Mo went to great lengths today for his wife’s birthday..."

"Miss Liao, the scariest part about human nature is exactly this," Nuo De’er said with conviction, as if he had already won the argument. "If I’m not mistaken, this beautiful Miss Luo could very well have been harmed by someone hired by this gentleman!"

"Because Miss Luo isn’t dead yet, he rushed over, ostensibly to treat her but in reality, he wants to finish her off!"

Hearing such nonsense, Mo Han was livid with rage. "You’re fucking insane!"

"He he, getting mad because I hit the mark, right?" Nuo De’er said with a smile, convinced, "You must have secretly bought a huge accidental insurance policy for your wife. The moment she accidentally dies, you’ll get a tidy sum of insurance money!"

Smack!

No longer able to contain himself, Mo Han gave Nuo De’er a hefty slap across the face, "Insurance my ass!"

"Keep spouting nonsense, and I’ll slaughter you right here!"