Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Feng Ling had planned to return to England for a few days to visit Mr. Zand. However, Ji Nuan’s accident had ruined her original plan.

It would be fine if it was just a minor injury, but Doctor Qin had specially flown from Hai City to America and would take a transfer to Los Angeles in New York. If it wasn’t a major issue, Doctor Qin wouldn’t have told her to be mentally prepared.

Ji Nuan had been shot by a gun, and it was about three inches below her neck. That kind of place was almost fatal.

She got up fearfully. She did not even have the time to change her clothes or pack her things before walking out.

“Hey, where are you going?” Qin Shuke was still outside. When she heard the door open, she turned to see Feng Ling walking out quickly.

Feng Ling had never been used to wearing high heels, but on some occasions, she had to wear them in order to match her outfit. Today, she was wearing high heels. Usually, she wouldn’t be able to walk very fast, but today, it was as though she was walking on air.

“A friend is seriously injured. I have to go to Los Angeles now. I’ll go with Doctor Qin later. Help me take care of the company for a few days.” Feng Ling left in a hurry without looking back.

Qin Shuke heard the seriousness in her tone and quickly followed. “Who is it? Los Angeles? Severely injured? Could it be Li Nanheng?”

Feng Ling’s voice was heavy. “Ji Nuan.”

Qin Shuke stopped.

Ji Nuan.

No wonder Feng Ling was so anxious. She had heard more than once that Mrs. Mo was one of the few good friends she had in her life.

Knowing that Qin Shuke was very reliable, Feng Ling was very assured about New York. She went to the underground parking lot, changed into flat shoes in the car, and drove to the airport.

When they arrived at the airport, Qin Siting had just gotten off the plane and was about to send a message to Los Angeles. The two of them met and did not have time to chat. They chose the earliest flight together.

In the lounge, Feng Ling was still on the phone with the company. Qin Siting went to buy two cups of coffee. Seeing that Feng Ling was busy, he didn’t say much. He glanced at the boarding time and put the coffee in his hand on the seat next to her.

Feng Ling put down the phone and turned to look at the coffee next to her. She then glanced at Qin Siting. “Sorry, Doctor Qin. I have some work to do at the company. I’ve only taken over for a few months. There are still many things I need to deal with.”

“It’s okay. You must be much busier than before.” Qin Siting smiled understandingly. “Back then, you were still a little Feng Ling in XI Base who only listened to orders. Now that you’ve grown up, you’re finally CEO Feng.”

Feng Ling sighed with a smile. “What do you mean? I knew nothing about this after cutting off everything from the past and had to learn things that I’ve never touched before. For me, it’s just a heavy burden on my shoulders.”

Qin Siting held the coffee in his hand. He was not in a hurry to drink it. He just looked at her. “So, it’s because Li Nanheng cut off the past for you that you keep ignoring him?”

More than that.

That bastard had kidnapped her from England ten months ago, and he had even tortured her for several hours. It hurt so much that she was scared just thinking about it.

“I didn’t leave anyone hanging.” Feng Ling also picked up the coffee, opened the lid of the cup, and gently blew on it. Her movements were quiet and natural, and then she curved her lips, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “But after all, he chose this path for me. Returning to the Feng family and returning to New York is the path I must take now. If I give up halfway because of him, or if he regrets and comes to disturb my current life midway, I’m afraid there’s something wrong with his IQ.”

Of course, she knew what Li Nanheng was thinking.

She didn’t do anything, nor did she cause any trouble in front of him. She just followed the path he had chosen for her.

Li Nanheng, on the other hand, could only swallow the blood in his mouth. She could not be seen or touched. Every day, he would suffocate to death.

Was there a need to be angry?

Such a silent punishment was sufficient.

Feng Ling took a sip of coffee. She didn’t want to talk about Li Nanheng anymore and asked, “What do you think about Ji Nuan’s injury?”

“I called her friend from the hospital she is in. Her head and spine are injured.” When Qin Siting mentioned Ji Nuan, his expression became slightly more serious. After all, it was really a matter of life and death. “I’m not optimistic about the current emergency situation. It’s very likely that we won’t be able to save her.”

Hearing this, Feng Ling frowned and tightened her grip on the coffee cup.

…

Early in the morning, Qin Siting, who had flown from New York to Los Angeles, rushed to the hospital.

The lights in the emergency room were turned on until the next morning. Even when Qin Siting arrived, Ji Nuan had yet to come out.

“How long have you been in there?” Qin Siting walked over and asked.

Li Nanheng held a cigarette in his hand but did not smoke. He sat with Mo Jingshen for an entire night. He glanced at Qin Siting and said flatly, “It’s been more than twelve hours.”

Twelve hours.

He had yet to announce her death.

Under normal circumstances, there was a possibility of saving her. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have lasted so long.

Qin Siting nodded. “When I saved your life in Los Angeles with Doctor Wendell, Doctor Wendell was very proficient in his medical skills and the technique of retrieving bullets from dangerous areas. Back then, I only cooperated with him in the operating room. Now, even without me, I believe he has the ability to save Ji Nuan. After all, it’s been so long and he hasn’t given up. Let’s wait a little longer.”

Although Li Nanheng was good at martial arts, he had participated in countless missions in a place like XI Base. He had suffered many injuries and had experienced life and death more than once.

Even he could not remember how many times Dr. Wendell had taken bullets for him in Los Angeles.

“Am I the one in a hurry?” Li Nanheng pointed at the “stone” on the bench outside the emergency room.

Mo Jingshen’s body was covered in Ji Nuan’s blood. The blood had already dried, and he had yet to be pushed out.

In just one night, some stubble had already appeared on Mo Jingshen’s chin. His entire body was covered in blood. He looked so miserable that even Qin Siting could barely recognize him.

Finally, the doctor came out and announced the success of the operation. However, the patient was still in a critical condition. They had to enter the ICU and could not go in to visit for the time being. Although the people outside did not say much, they were clearly relieved.

At the very least, the operation was successful. It was be much better to survive the critical period than to announce her death on the spot.

This way, at least Ji Nuan could hold on for a few more days with her own life force.