The door was ajar, and a small whisper could be heard from within.

Mu Zi felt that the voice was vaguely like Murong Cheng.

She stared at the half-hidden door, as if her gaze could penetrate and see inside.

"Miss Mu?" Wang Zhan tried to scream softly.

Mu Zi came back to her senses, glanced at him, and then got up without saying a word and slowly walked into the room.

The doctor then closed the door.

Wang Zhan waited at the door for a while, and even listened for a long time—it was quiet, and there was no fierce quarrel as he imagined.

Wang Zhan breathed a sigh of relief.

……

Mu Zi walked into the room and saw that around the bed, there were light blue medical curtains, one of the curtains was opened, and the doctor was doing the final wound suturing treatment.

Murong Cheng was actually sober, and his dark eyes were looking at her steadily.

He looks a little ...... It's not like him.

When he entered the elevator, Mu Zi was frightened by the black and red blood marks on his body, and he had no time to take care of it, but now he looked at his face and realized the difference.

Murong Cheng's hairstyle is different, and his complexion is ...... It also deepened, and there was a hideous scar on his face, like an old wound from many years ago, that slashed diagonally from the corner of his forehead and occupied half of his face.

Mu Zi knew in her heart that this was Murong Cheng's second face: Huo Rong.

Hairstyles can easily change a person's appearance and temperament, plus different skin tones, it is easier to distinguish, not to mention that there is such a trademark scar on the face. Even if someone found that Huo Rong's facial features were similar to those of the four young men of the Mu family, they would never have thought that the two were the same person.

A doctor brought Mu Zi a chair so that she could sit on the edge of the bed and accompany Murong Cheng.

Mu Zi sat down and quietly watched the doctor busy.

Neither spoke.

Wang Zhan didn't lie to her, it was indeed just a minor operation, and the bullet was removed from the wound, so it was no big deal.

Murong Cheng was weak for a while just now, just because of excessive blood loss, but now that he has been transfused and the wound is treated, he looks almost recovered, only his face is slightly pale.

After the stitches were completed, the doctor tied the wound to Murong Bao, and then took away the bloody cotton, bandages, and all the surgical instruments.

The two of them were the only ones left in the empty room.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still blood in the air, no one would have thought that a surgical operation had just been carried out here.

"Drink water?" Mu Zi was the first to break the silence, got up and said, "I'll pour water for you." ”

Murong Cheng took Mu Zi's hand and asked her to sit down again, and then looked at her carefully, with a faint smile in his eyes.

"Are you afraid?" He asked.

Mu Zi asked him rhetorically: "What are you afraid of?" ”

"Are you afraid I'll die?" He looked at her face with interest.

"I'm scared." Mu Zi nodded straightly, "The corpse looks like this, I can't explain it to my mother when I bring it back, I can't say that you hooked up with the young lady of the Huo family, but the hero didn't perform well in saving the beauty, and put his life into it." ”

"Ha......" Murong Cheng laughed, but there was an injury on his body, and when he laughed, it involved the muscles and nerves, and the wound hurt, and he couldn't help frowning.

Mu Zi looked at him and said, "Does it hurt?" It hurts in your body, but it's beautiful in your heart, right? Sacrificing their lives to save each other, it's time for people to make a promise to each other, and the money, power, and beauties are all in their hands, how good it is. ”

Murong Cheng laughed even more when he heard this, but the wound was painful, he covered the wound, and his breath was a little panting with laughter: "Zizi, are you jealous?" ”

Mu Zi's expression was indifferent, and he didn't understand what was ridiculous about this.

If the bullet misses a little more, maybe he'll die, and he's still laughing?

She got up with a wooden face, "You rest, I'm going home." ”

Murong Chengtian shamelessly grabbed her wrist, "Don't go, what if I'm thirsty for a while?" If I remember, who will help me? I'm covered in sweat and blood, what should I do if I scrub it after a while......"

A bunch of babbling on and on.