"Mingming, what are they doing?"
Ling Mo rubbed his eyes, feeling that the group of people in front of him looked very familiar.
However, because I was so drunk, I couldn't remember the names of these people for a moment.
"They might be acting."
Qin Beiming fixed his gaze on the sign above the operating room door. Thinking that Liang Feifan might still be in surgery, he decided to accompany Ling Mo through the procedures and have a blood test done first.
However, just as he was about to turn around, he was stopped by Liang's mother, who was on the verge of losing control of her emotions.
Suddenly, she stood up, swinging her arms wildly as if venting her anger, and rushed to Qin Beiming in a few steps, her voice booming like a shrew yelling in the street:
"Qin Beiming, you beast, give me back my son!"
"Who do you think you are? How dare you insult my precious little brother!" Ling Mo also lost his temper, putting his hands on his hips, his aura no less imposing.
Qin Beiming, fearing that Liang's mother, who was on the verge of losing control, would suddenly go berserk and vent her anger on Ling Mo, quickly pulled Ling Mo behind him and whispered:
"Sweetie, find a place to hide first, let me handle this."
"Mingming, wait for me, I'll go get reinforcements right away."
Ling Mo blinked, glancing at Liang's mother, whose face was ashen and who looked like a ferocious monster with green fangs. In a panic, he vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.
No sooner had she left than Chen Guo, with a group of bodyguards, stood in front of Qin Beiming.
"Madam Liang, let's talk this out. The matter is not yet settled. We can also file an appeal against your current behavior and sue you for wantonly slandering and defaming others due to personal emotional issues." Chen Guo, who was at the forefront, said with unusual seriousness, abandoning his usual joking demeanor.
“My son is lying in the operating room, his life hanging in the balance, while you culprits are getting away with it. Where is justice? Where is the law?” Mother Liang became more and more agitated as she spoke, her cheeks flushed red from the blood rushing to her face, and her eyes, which had been slightly drooping, widened to the size of copper bells.
Qin Beiming's head was throbbing from Liang's mother's commotion. He glanced back unintentionally and realized that Ling Mo was no longer behind him. He panicked instantly. In that instant, he couldn't care less about anything else. He abandoned his noisy mother and hurriedly searched for Ling Mo's whereabouts in each ward.
Ling Mo was already quite drunk tonight; if he encountered any unscrupulous individuals, his chances of survival would be slim...
Thinking of this, Qin Beiming's face darkened, and he immediately ordered the sealing off of all the exits of Renhe Hospital.
Meanwhile, Ling Mo had stumbled into the top-tier VIP ward area of Renhe Hospital by accident.
Seeing that no one was around, she tentatively knocked on the door, "Is anyone home? There's a little cookie cursing..."
However, before she could finish speaking, the slightly ajar hospital room door in front of her was gently pushed open and swung wide.
Ling Mo was caught off guard and, due to inertia, fell directly into the ward with a "bang".
"hiss--"
Perhaps because her knee was hurting, she suddenly gasped, and the pain brought her back to her senses.
A moment later, just as she was about to stand up shakily, a dozen pistols suddenly appeared behind her.
Every pistol was pointed at her.
Ling Mo, with his extremely keen intuition, instantly sensed the intense killing intent behind him.
To save her life, she suddenly stumbled and fell heavily to the ground, narrowly avoiding the gunshot.
She glanced up at the woman on the hospital bed whose face was wrapped in bandages, then casually cast a glance at Ouyang Bin, who was sitting in front of the bed leisurely smoking a cigar.
Is this person... Ouyang Bin?
A familiar name suddenly popped into Ling Mo's mind, but she couldn't recall anything about him yet, so she couldn't tell whether he was friend or foe.
Just to be on the safe side, she pretended she had never seen this person before, and slumped to the ground, laughing blankly.
"I'm not drunk! I've only had four, five, seven, eight, or nine bottles of wine, I can still drink! Cheers!"
"Ling Mo?!"
Ouyang Bin narrowed his eyes, coldly looking at Ling Mo who was slumped on the ground, and instantly felt murderous intent.
Ling Mo blinked, pondered for a while, and then slowly shook his head, seriously correcting Ouyang Bin:
“My name is not Ling Mo, my name is Mo Mo. My family only calls me by my full name when they are angry or upset.”
"..."
Ouyang Bin stared at Ling Mo, who was completely drunk, still wondering whether she was faking it.
Standing behind Ling Mo, AK05 carefully observed Ouyang Bin's expression. Seeing his displeasure, she quickly leaned forward, grabbed his hair, and tentatively asked him:
"Second Master, kill or spare?"
"Foolish! If I kill her so rashly, how am I supposed to explain it to Qin Beiming and Zhan Hanjue?"
As Ouyang Bin spoke, one of his hands unconsciously rested on the short gun at his waist.
Although he didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble at this critical juncture, he was also very unwilling that his trump card, which he had prepared to use to achieve a surprise victory, was exposed to Ling Mo without warning.
You should know that Xuanwei was his trump card for achieving unexpected victories.
If Ling Mo discovers the truth at this juncture, wouldn't all his painstaking efforts to make Xuan Wei look like Shi Ying be for nothing?
Sitting upright on the bed, Xuan Wei glanced calmly at the short gun at Ouyang Bin's waist and spoke slowly:
“Mr. Ouyang, don’t worry. In my opinion, she really has drunk too much. Otherwise, given her usual aloof demeanor, why would she be sitting on the ground acting drunk? Before this, I had heard that Ling Mo is known for being a lightweight. It seems that she is really quite drunk right now.”
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