Chapter 1155: Deep Love, Heart-Wrenching

Zhuo Shu's eyes were dull, his lips trembled, and he whispered: "Wenshui, save her."

At this moment, Zhuo Shu's heart seemed to be torn apart by the car, and he wished he could kill himself with a weapon.

"Master, take a look." Seeing this, Wenshui rushed forward and hugged Yao Rong, striding toward the operating room. The housekeeper followed behind him and closed the door.

"Bang" Zhuo Shu's body fell heavily to the ground.

The man's knees were on the floor, his deep eyes staring at his bloody hands. He shivered a few times, and a drop of blood dripped from his fingertips, staining the floor red.

"Yao Rong." Zhuo Shu gritted his teeth, grabbed his hair hard, and slammed his head on the floor.

The arrogant young master's aura was completely shattered at this moment.

"I shouldn't have taken you out, I shouldn't have." Zhuo Shu hit the ground so hard that he didn't notice until his forehead was bleeding.

Outside the door, bodyguards rushed in.

Seeing Zhuo Shu holding his head and hitting the floor, the bodyguard was stunned and thought he had made a mistake.

In the eyes of the bodyguards, Zhuo Shu was an all-powerful, arrogant and indifferent young master, but now he was reduced to this state because of a woman.

"Master, after investigation, it was an accident." The bodyguard stepped forward and helped Zhuo Shuo up.

Bright red blood seeped out from Zhuo Shu's forehead, along the high bridge of his nose, staining his lips red, and the smell of blood spread in his nose.

"Master." The bodyguard saw this and wiped him with a tissue.

Zhuo Shu's black eyes were staring straight at the door of the operating room, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

The bodyguards looked at each other and remained silent in tacit agreement.

"Master, phone." At this time, the bodyguard handed over the phone.

Zhuo Shu stood there, as if he had lost his soul. He didn't even blink. The two bodyguards looked at each other and retreated silently.

"Third Master, something happened. I'm afraid the young master can't answer the phone." Seeing this, the bodyguard took the call on his own initiative and explained the situation to Xiao Mohan.

The door of the operating room opened, and Zhuo Shu rushed forward, holding a bottle of water, pushing him aside, and asked in a hoarse and slightly choked voice: "How is she?"

"Zhuo Shu, I've tried my best, please be mentally prepared..." Wenshui said in a deep voice. Before he could finish speaking, Zhuo Shu pushed him away with all his strength.

"What are you prepared for? She's fine." Zhuo Shu suddenly shouted.

"Be mentally prepared" is not a nice thing to say, and everyone knows it very well.

"Hey, this is my good intention. What's wrong with you?" Wenshui was stunned, looking at Zhuo Shu like an angry lion, ready to bite at any time.

"How is she doing?" Zhuo Shuo's fingertips were trembling, revealing the fear in his heart.

Wenshui's beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Zhuo Shu's face, strode forward, and whispered: "I have tried my best, there is nothing we can do."

"Boom" Zhuo Shu took a few steps back, his mind going blank.

He turned and ran inside, pushing the butler away.

He hugged Yao Rong tightly and whispered: "Yao Rong, let's go home."

The housekeeper stood up straight, looked at Zhuo Shu's figure, and chased after him for two steps, but Wenshui pulled his arm and said, "Okay, it's midnight, go and have a rest."

"Master, why don't you tell the truth?" The housekeeper was a little depressed, wondering what was going on with Qianshui.

Wenshui reached out, took off his white robe, and threw it aside casually.

He strode forward, took a bottle of drink, opened it, and poured it into his mouth. He leaned handsomely to the side, tapped the bottom of the bottle with his fingertips, rolled his eyes at him, and said, "I am pleased."