nucmednet Chapter 644: Who Hit Her
Chapter 644: Who Hit Her
"Who dares to make a move."The clear and cold voice, as cold as ice, carried a hint of anger, sinister and terrifying. A powerful pressure swept over, penetrating from the ears straight to the heart, making everyone shiver simultaneously.
This was a powerful aura, even before the person arrived, leaving an impression in everyone’s hearts, making them unconsciously feel diminished.
For a moment, no one dared to make a move.
Mr. Dong heard this voice, and his heart sank. Little Mo was here; it seemed this wouldn’t end well.
However, he had no other choice; it was his daughter lying in the emergency room. Naturally, he would do everything in his power. After all, just a little blood wouldn’t cause much loss. He did all this for his daughter.
Judging by the voice, there were still a few steps away, and drawing blood was still possible. He immediately instructed the doctors and nurses, "Hurry up and get started!"
Others suddenly realized and quickly quickened their actions upon hearing this.
Tong Yan looked at the thick needle about to pierce her, struggling continuously, but she was held down by several people, unable to move at all. Damn it, this was too much!
At the moment the needle was about to pierce her skin, the nurse holding the needle was suddenly kicked away.
Then, the others restraining Tong Yan were all kicked aside.
Tong Yan looked up and saw Bo Yimo standing at the door, his posture upright, standing proudly like a soldier between heaven and earth. His delicate features carried no expression, icy cold, and his brow furrowed with intense murderous intent, an aura of destruction so terrifying that just standing casually there, one could feel it.
To others, he might be extremely frightening and terrifying, but to her, he was like a valiant knight, her knight in shining armor.
Every time was like this.
In Tong Yan’s eyes, something deeper flickered, reflecting the incandescent light, as if colorful things were fleeting in an instant.
In an instant, silence fell, and no one dared to speak around them.
Tong Yan, now free, walked up to Bo Yimo and was about to speak.
Bo Yimo’s gaze fell on her swollen cheek, his face darkened, but his hand touched her cheek gently and tenderly, "Does it hurt, darling?"
Tong Yan shook her head; she wasn’t one to be pretentious or fragile.
Bo Yimo glanced around, his voice lowering, "Who hit you?"
The tall, thin man suddenly felt scared, shrinking back. He glanced at Mr. Dong, hoping for his protection.
Bo Yimo, being incredibly astute, swept his gaze and understood instantly. He spoke lightly, "Little Nine, capture him."
Little Nine stepped forward to apprehend the tall, thin man. Naturally, he wouldn’t surrender easily, and the two began to fight.
But after all, Little Nine was trained in the military region and had truly fought enemies before, his moves ruthless and unforgiving. So after a few minutes, he had the man subdued.
Little Nine dragged him in front of Bo Yimo, "Young Master."
"Seems like he doesn’t value his life," Bo Yimo’s voice was icy, casually chuckling, "Which hand?" His light and breezy tone showed no trace of emotion.
But precisely like this, it made people feel even more frightened.
The tall, thin man hung his head, remaining silent.
"Not talking, huh..." Bo Yimo chuckled, the laugh not reaching his eyes, appearing very indifferent, "Little Nine, do it."
Before anyone could react, the tall, thin man suddenly screamed miserably, as Little Nine had brutally snapped both his arms.
Brutally snapped both his arms.