Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 677: You Are Not Allowed To Die

Armand and Kenneth were collectively startled.

"Ah? No more blood pressure?"

"Isn't that the same as having no heartbeat?"

Kenneth gritted his teeth, "Damn! In the rain in the mud can freeze to death! Hurry up, get in the car! Let's follow him! Hurry!"

Joseph was still slapping the ground and crying, and was carried by Armand by the collar of his clothes into the SUV.

A dozen cars drove back and forth to the hospital.

The doctor went over to check and anxiously reported to Timothy, "Mr. Wheeler, still no heartbeat. What to do?"

Timothy's temples jumped, roared, "You are a doctor you ask me what to do? I'll tell you one thing, if she dies, all of you will be buried with her!"

Ho!

All the doctors and nurses were scared to suck in cold air.

Do not dare to slow down, rushed to continue to rescue the patient Rylee.

The car soon arrived at the hospital, where many people had been standing in front of the hospital, waiting for Timothy to take their arrival.

The caravan opened the door and immediately stretcher over, sending Rylee up, the crowd followed Rylee to run inside.

The hospital director followed Timothy and said, "Mr. Wheeler, after receiving your instructions, I immediately sent the directors of all the departments in the hospital to rush over, all of them are top physicians, so many people will consult together, the effect must be very good."

"Got it!" Timothy annoyed to push away the dean, forward to catch up with Rylee that stretcher.

The hospital could even be sealed-locked.

The floor of the operating room resuscitation room was all sealed-locked.

The EP Noir Society's boys are piled up in the aisle.

The outside corridor, the chair sat on the collapsed Joseph, covering his face and crying, his mouth also recited words, nothing more than what, you go I do not live, you dare to die I dare to find you, I cannot let you go alone and so on.

Listen to Armand are going to explode.

"I say you kid, cannot be quiet for a while! Don't you get tired, you've been crying continuously for a long time!"

Armand knocked on his temples, so angry that he turned in circles.

He was already anxious enough, and the sound of this kid's crying kept going around his ears, so he was really going crazy.

Joseph rubbed his nose with his sleeve and whimpered, "What do you know! You don't understand how deep my feelings for Rylee are! If she really dies, I don't want to live either!"

Armand was so angry that he screamed, "No more life! You're going to die right now! There's a window right over there, you can jump down and see God! Go on!"

"I can't die now, what if Rylee lives? If I die, who will stay with her?"

"Ahhhhhhh!" Armand grabbed his hair and slammed his back against the wall.

It was Kenneth who was unexpectedly calm this time, pillowing his arm and sitting on the chair next to him, stretching his two long legs out in front of him, "Don't worry, the yellow-haired girl is the one who won't die. Have not heard of a saying?"

"What saying?" Joseph asked in a jarring voice.

"A scourge will last a thousand years!" Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Joseph was stunned and then nodded with an enlightened expression, "Right oh, that Rylee guy is so capable of tossing people, he is also considered a scourge, she really should live a long time. Definitely will not die."

Joseph finally stopped crying.

Armand was chilled.

Two crazy people!

Such a reason was able to persuade that guy Joseph.

Both of them are not normal!

"The patient has no heartbeat and no blood pressure!"

"Prepare cardiac shock immediately!"

"Voltage two hundred!"

"Start!"

Boom! After a dull sound, Rylee's weak body followed with a violent jolt.

Timothy at the side and watched with trembling.

"Still no heartbeat! Doctor!"

"Pressurize three hundred!"

"Start!"

Boom!

Another bang passed, and Rylee's body swung again. Like a thin sheet of paper.

The face was pale and colorless, and the lips were iron blue.

No difference with the dead.

Is... his Rylee, really going to die like this?

Timothy sadly closed his eyes and hit his head hard against the wall.

"Doctor, there's still no heartbeat!"

"Again!"

Boom...

The doctors in the resuscitation room were all sweating profusely, and Rylee on the hospital bed was still not improving.

Timothy can't stand it anymore, set aside the doctors, leaned over and said dominantly, "You guys get out of the way first! I'll try with my inner strength."

"Err..."

All the doctors were stunned.

As we all know, these doctors are all authentic western doctors, in their education, traditional medicine is a matter of deception.

Not to mention what internal power is not internal power, it is pure nonsense.

But Timothy is the leader of the gang, he gave the word, who dares to disobey.

The doctors all stood to the side and stared at Timothy.

A stream of unseen heat was being channeled to Rylee's body.

Timothy has been constantly transporting internal energy in this way.

His forehead was gradually covered with beads of sweat, and his face turned pale.

A nurse suddenly shouted in surprise, "There! There it is! The patient has a heart rate!"

Uh-oh! The whole room was cheering.

Finally, they do not have to accompany the burial, oooh, so touched oh, life, really beautiful and great ah!

Timothy seized the momentum, first glanced at the heart monitor, now Rylee's heartbeat has tended to calm down, he that only slightly relaxed.

"The rest to you! If you can't save her, you know the consequences."

Timothy a grim face finished, walked to the side.

After taking seven or eight steps, his powerful body suddenly started, then stumbled and fell downward with a weak foot.

"Mr. Wheeler!"

Several doctors rushed over and tried to help Timothy up.

Timothy waved his hand, not allowing anyone to help him, his voice low but still strong, "Don't worry about me, you all focus on saving her."

The doctors were stunned, but immediately nodded and returned to Rylee's side.

Timothy several deep breaths, that only with difficulty to hold the ground to stand up, already covered in cold sweat, face like paper.

He gave her all the internal energy in his body without reservation.

If you want to recover, it is estimated that it will take a few weeks.

Timothy leant against the wall, next to the chair over there, sat down, still stubbornly looking at Rylee that direction.

He had to see her out of danger with his own eyes before he could.

"The brain surgery department is dealing with the patient's traumatic brain injury!"

"The head of the orthopedic surgery department deals with the patient's arm abrasions."

The doctors did their own jobs and were busy around Rylee alone.

Huffing, huffing, huffing... Timothy a big mouthful of breath, one hand supporting his handsome face, while looking at Rylee.

You must hold on, girl!

Timothy will not allow you to die!

No!

"Mr. Wheeler! The patient has turned critical and can be sent to the intensive care unit!"

"Yes, good."

Timothy let out a huge sigh of relief and nodded, "Go call Armand in."

"Yes, Mr. Wheeler."

Rylee was pushed to the intensive care unit.

Armand walked in and went to look at Timothy in surprise, "Boss..."

"Help me..."

"Oh. Ah?! Boss, what happened to you?"

Armand looked at Timothy in shock, that just noticed that Mr. Wheeler's face was very pale, no blood at all, and his eyes were written with exhaustion.

Timothy shook his head slightly, "It's fine, it's just that he channeled Rylee's internal energy and is a bit deficient now."

Armand's heart was greatly alarmed.

The biggest taboo for martial arts practitioners is to deplete their bodies and lose their internal energy. Internal force is their protective Qi, how can it be easily wasted?

How much internal energy did the boss channel, he was so tired!

Armand's nose was sour and he almost cried out.

He supported Timothy and found that Timothy couldn't use any strength at all, so he was even more worried about Mr. Wheeler.

Kenneth came in, "What's wrong? You need someone to hold you? As for it? A girl's resuscitation has scared you like this? I told you, she will be fine, such a tossing girl, how can she die so easily?"

Armand scolded, "Cut the crap! Come over and hold our boss! The boss has lost a lot of internal energy!"

"Huh? How can you do such a stupid thing? You're hopeless!"

Kenneth was also very distressed and went over to support Timothy.

Armand and Kenneth both helped Timothy to walk outside.

Manfred swept a glance at Caroline's body, paused for two seconds, and pulled his hand away from her body.

"Caroline, you don't need to be so humble."

Boom!

Caroline's entire body froze there, and her naked body couldn't help but tremble.

Humble?

Manfred actually used this word to describe her?

She took the initiative to approach him like this, and it was called humble?

Manfred was like facing a cold model, no change of emotion, then said, "Go back to that room of yours, don't get cold, the weather is also cold now."

Manfred picked up his phone and casually watched the news.

Caroline bit her lips, tears almost fell, took a few deep breaths, she suddenly grabbed past Manfred's phone and scared Manfred.

"Caroline, what are you doing? Give the phone back to me!"

"No return! You'd rather look at this phone, you don't want to look at me? Am I so ugly that I won't even let you look at me a few times? Manfred, why are you doing this to me? Aren't we an unmarried couple?"

Caroline said sadly, tears falling down.

Manfred sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Caroline, don't make a scene, you're not a child anymore."

"I'm not making a scene! Manfred, your willingness to be engaged to me means that you agree to marry me in the future! Since we are an unmarried couple, the two of us should have physical contact, and for me to be like this tonight is not humble, but an obligation! It's not only my obligation, it's your obligation too! Now, I'll ask you to fulfill your fiancé's obligation to me! Come on!"

Caroline stared at Manfred with wide teary eyes and sadly stared at her.

Manfred coolly glanced at Caroline and said copiously, "I am very tired today..."

"What about tomorrow? Will you still be tired tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow may also be tired."

"Are you going to say you've been tired at me all the time?"