The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

Chapter 1190 Xingyu's Wish: Blame My Little Uncle

Lao Mo woke up slowly, feeling dizzy and blurry. When he recovered a little, he tried to move his body, but was shocked to find that he was tightly bound by an invisible net, with his limbs tied to the bed by heavy ropes, unable to move at all.

He struggled hard, and the bed creaked, but it was in vain.

Above his head, a huge surgical lamp emitted a pale light, illuminating the small space as bright as day. The light was so bright that he could not open his eyes, but it also left him nowhere to hide.

Lao Mo was extremely anxious. He turned his neck in panic and searched eagerly with his eyes, but this time he felt like he was falling into an icy cave.

I saw Gu Yunqian sitting not far away, wearing a well-cut and straight suit, which made his posture look even more upright.

He was gently shaking a crystal clear wine glass in his hand. The amber wine was swirling in the glass and the ice cubes were colliding with each other, making a crisp and pleasant "ding-dong" sound. The movement was full of leisure and ease, as if he was not in a tense situation at the moment, but attending an elegant private cocktail party.

Lao Mo's eyes were confused at first, as if he was in a dream, unable to distinguish reality from illusion. Then, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. He never thought that he would meet Gu Yunqian in such an embarrassing situation.

However, in just a moment, the surprise was replaced by fear, and the fear quickly overwhelmed him like a surging tide.

The feeling of despair grew stronger and stronger, like sharp daggers piercing straight into his heart, making him feel like dying.

He opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand. He could only squeeze out a whimpering sound from his throat. It was unclear and could not express the true panic and pleading in his heart.

Gu Yunqian seemed to sense something and raised his eyes slightly. The cold light in his eyes seemed to be tangible, sharp and cold, shooting straight at people, making them shudder.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if smiling, then slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, calmly and elegantly crossed his legs, and stood up.

Every movement revealed a kind of self-confidence that he was in control of the overall situation. He walked slowly step by step, his leather shoes stepping on the cold floor tiles, making a "tapping" sound. Each sound was like the ringing of a death knell, one after another, hitting Lao Mo's heart heavily, making him feel that death was approaching step by step.

Lao Mo's eyes widened, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He could even clearly feel the breath of death approaching, as if the King of Hell was already standing beside the bed, looking down at him grimly.

But the strange thing was that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound and could only let the fear consume him.

Before Lao Mo could think about this strange situation, Gu Yunqian was already within reach.

The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing an extremely evil smile, and his eyes revealed an elusive meaning. He looked up and down at Lao Mo's face, as if he was examining a rare treasure, or exploring a hidden secret.

At that moment, Lao Mo felt that his breathing had stagnated, and the only sound in his ears was the roar of his own heartbeat like a drum.

Then, Gu Yunqian spoke to himself in a low and magnetic voice, but with a hint of coldness: "My little uncle is really good at tricks. Even though things have developed to this point, he still wants to do something tricky. Old man, please don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame my little uncle for involving you."

As he spoke, Gu Yunqian cast a meaningful look at Lao Mo. In that look, there was mockery, pity, and more importantly, the certainty of victory.

Lao Mo looked directly into Gu Yunqian's eyes, watching his pupils dilate bigger and bigger. From the initial fear to the final giving up of the struggle, it only took a few seconds.

In this brief eye contact, both of them knew that the outcome was set and nothing could be reversed.

At this moment, silence is better than sound. The whole space is shrouded in a heavy and depressing atmosphere, like the calm before a storm. This storm is about to completely change the fate of everyone...

Gu Yunqian stood upstairs, his posture upright but somewhat tense, his forehead pressed against the cold glass, his eyes like a falcon, fixed on every move in the operating room downstairs.

In the operating room, the lights are pale, the instruments are grim, and medical staff are busy shuttling around. At the center of all this is the operating table that carries countless secrets.

After an unknown amount of time, Gu Yunqian's eyes suddenly met Lu Jinqi's. At that moment, he felt his heart suddenly shrink, as if it was grabbed by an invisible big hand and pulled up to his throat.

Time seemed to stand still, and every passing second was so torturous, until Lu Jinqi nodded slightly. That seemingly unintentional action was like a decree of amnesty, which instantly relaxed Gu Yunqian's tense nerves.

He did not dare to delay for a moment, and quickly took out his mobile phone, moving his fingers rapidly across the screen to transmit this crucial message simultaneously.

Almost at the same time, Yang Bin, who was busy sorting out case materials in the police station office, heard a crisp prompt sound coming from the computer.

He frowned subconsciously, moved the mouse to open his mailbox, and an unread email was prominently displayed in the inbox.

When he read the email word by word, he couldn't help but gasp. Attached to the email was a detailed medical examination report: "The patient's face has multiple filler tissues, the mandible has obvious grinding marks, and there are many other surgical traces!"

These words were like a bombshell, shattering his original understanding of the case.

Yang Bin's hands trembled slightly. He never expected that Gu Yunqian would be so bold and act so simply and crudely.

This should have been the key evidence that the police had to obtain through layers of unraveling and persuasion, but now it was presented to them by Gu Yunqian in such a nearly "straightforward" way.

What made him even more annoyed was that at the end of the email, there was a sentence that seemed polite but actually contained a hidden meaning: "The hospital admitted the patient because it received a call from 120. The surgeon only did the examination based on professional instinct. As for whether to use this report and how to use it, it is up to you, officer!"

"Humph!" Yang Bin snorted coldly, unable to suppress his anger any longer. He threw the mouse away heavily, and it bounced on the table a few times before rolling to the side. "This guy is clearly asking me to do something for him, but he has to make it sound so high-sounding!"

He whispered through gritted teeth, his face clouded.

On the other side, Lao Mo gradually regained consciousness in the chaos, only to feel his head dizzy, as if shrouded in a thick fog.

He opened his eyes with great effort and found that he had been pushed into the general ward.

The ropes that once bound him were long gone, but he felt no relief at all. His body seemed to have been drained of all its strength and was as soft as a ball of cotton. He could hardly move even a finger.

His eyeballs moved slowly, like rusty gears, circling around with difficulty, looking at this strange yet familiar environment.

The feeling of oppression on his face made him realize that his face was no longer the same as before. He breathed in the slightly turbid oxygen in this small space in big gulps, and his chest rose and fell regularly.