At this mont, Bo Yimo was resting, sitting on a recliner with his long legs crossed, exuding a powerful presence, naturally intimidating.
No matter how many tis Li Xin looked, she still felt a bit intimidated.
If possible, she really had no desire to talk to Young Master Mo, not having the courage at all.
But now the situation was urgent, so there was no choice but to muster the courage.
Li Xin, bracing herself, approached him, "Young Master Mo, my sister has a fever, could you take her..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Bo Yimo, who had been calm, suddenly stood up.
By the ti Li Xin reacted, Bo Yimo was already out of sight.
She wanted to follow, but Little Nine stopped her.
Li Xin turned back, angrily saying, "Let go of , my sister needs ."
Little Nine glanced at her, "Don’t cause more trouble. With my Young Master here, what do you need to do? Can you drive? Or can you carry the young mistress... Miss Tong?"
Li Xin thought about it, realizing she really couldn’t do anything, and felt a bit dejected.
As she spoke, Bo Yimo was already carrying Tong Yan out.
Little Nine followed them.
Li Xin thought about it and followed up, too.
The car was parked just at the entrance of the set, only a few steps away.
Little Nine started the car first, and once Bo Yimo got inside, they departed imdiately.
Had they forgotten sothing!!
She hadn’t gotten in the car!!
Li Xin shouted after the car that sped away, but it was completely useless.
The car was moving at maximum speed, yet still steady. Little Nine, trained from a young age by the Bo Family to protect its descendants, was top-notch in marksmanship and skills, not to ntion his driving techniques.
The set was several dozen kiloters away from the city hospital, yet it took less than half an hour to get there.
The speed was almost like flying.
Because Little Nine had notified ahead of ti, a whole gaggle of doctors, nurses, and even the dean were waiting at the entrance.
Anyone unaware might have thought so national leader was visiting.
Luckily, Tong Yan was unconscious, otherwise, seeing such a scene, she might have fainted again directly.
With special instructions from above, the dean treated it with the utmost care, handling even a fever as if it were a major operation.
She was given an injection, dication, and soon, her fever subsided.
The dean was very relieved, his heart finally at ease. He had a good relationship with Dean Liu, eting occasionally. He had heard about that thrilling incident before and even laughed at Dean Liu for exaggerating. But the tables had turned, and now it was his turn.
He nearly wanted to cry.
Once Young Master Bo was sent off, he intended to have a good cry with Old Liu.
With all the doctors observing, Tong Yan’s fever quickly subsided, and logically, she should have woken up.
But she hadn’t woken up at all.
A group of doctors nervously examined her again.
But they couldn’t find any issue at all! Healthier than anyone!
Bo Yimo’s eyes were cold, his voice indifferent, carrying a hint of thin anger, "No problem? How is there no problem if she’s not awake? Is this the extent of your skills?"
Exuding a chilling presence, terrifyingly cold.
Under such an overpowering aura, the doctors were so frightened that they lowered their heads, unable to utter a word, too afraid to speak.
They didn’t know either!
No matter how they checked, they couldn’t find any problem.
It seed they were indeed outmatched.
As a doctor, one must learn as long as one lives; they had much to learn.
This group of doctors was starting to doubt themselves, questioning life.
The room was frighteningly silent.
Suddenly, a faint snoring sound broke the dead silence.
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