If he hadn't just saved him, if he hadn't been seriously injured in bed and couldn't do anything, Shen Yu would have stepped forward and kicked the man's feet after hearing this. Although the situation was barely stabilized, the casualties had already been caused.
This is a heavy psychological burden for Shen Yu.
He endured the discomfort that was close to tearing his body, and mocked coldly, "Having lost half of her life, she can't help her Thorne. This is indeed a pity for Mr. Mo."
"What a pity, it is indeed," Mo Shichen said in a low voice with a faint smile on his lips, "but I will always find a way."
… …
After the terrorist attack in the hospital was completely cleared by the police and it was confirmed that it could operate normally and enter and exit normally, it was already three hours later. During these hours, she received neither news from Shen Yu nor Mo Shichen's news made him so anxious that he was almost in a state of madness.
At that time, Wen Hanye had already received the news and rushed over to stand by. Although he frowned from time to time, he always maintained a calm posture and invisibly comforted Wen Yi.
As soon as the cordon was opened, Wen Yi rushed in recklessly.
She called Mo Shichen countless times, but he didn't answer. She called Shen Yu, but Shen Yu didn't answer either.
She went straight to Shen Yu's ward. Although she knew that he might not be there after such a chaotic incident, as soon as the door of the ward was pushed open by her, Shen Yu raised his head when he heard the noise.
Wen Yi breathed a sigh of relief and laid her head on the door frame, her whole body going limp.
If Shen Yu is fine, Mo Shichen should be fine too. A person like him shouldn't let anything happen to him, especially just for the sake of others.
Wen Hanye followed Wen Yi. He looked down at his sister and walked over, "Are you okay?"
Shen Yu's eyes crossed Wen Hanye's and fell on Wen Yi's body. He said calmly and slowly, "I wasn't the one who got into trouble."
Wen Hanye raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Wen Yi froze for an instant.
There was dead silence in the ward for a few seconds before Wen Hanye asked, "Mo Shichen... is something wrong?"
Shen Yu's face was expressionless, "I was shot, and I should still be in the operating room now."
Wen Yi's hands and feet became cold, her fingers curled up and tightened, and her nails sank into her palms. There was an extremely sticky feeling at once. It took her a while to realize what she was doing, and she turned around and left.
Wen Hanye glanced at his sister's figure, then looked at the sick Shen Yu, "I'll go stay with Yi'er first and come over later."
"Um."
… …
Wen Yi only found out the direction of the operating room by asking the nurse.
In just a few days, this was the second time she had faced such a situation. When she passed by, Mo Shichen's bodyguard was waiting outside. When he saw her coming, he hurriedly lowered his head and called, "Miss Wen."
"How is he?"
The bodyguard looked up at her, then lowered his head, "The bullet was very close to the heart, and we are trying our best to rescue him. I notified Kanding, and Kanding has already told the second young master... The second young master has contacted the best doctor and will be there soon. , Miss Wen...don't worry too much."
Wen Yi's head was spinning. Her nerves were either tense or in a state of ups and downs throughout the whole day today, and her steps were sloppy. "Why was he... shot?"
"It's my fault for not protecting you well, Miss Wen, I'm sorry."
At this point, what's the point of talking about weak protection? Wen Yi took a few steps back, sat down on the chair, then slowly bent down and buried his face in his palms.
I don't know how long it took, but a hand was put on her shoulder, "Yi'er, everything will be fine, don't worry." At this time, no amount of comfort was powerless. How could Wen Hanye not understand, but the language No matter how pale he is, it is better than nothing. "He is very lucky. He survived the plane crash. He will be fine this time."
Wen Yi held Wen Hanye's outstretched wrist and leaned her head against it.
"elder brother."
"exist."
"I'm scared."
"He won't die. Think about it, what kind of person is Mr. Mo? If he does something like making wedding clothes for others, he will turn into an evil ghost after he dies."
There was a hint of numbness in her voice, "What will I do if he dies?"
It was too heavy. This kind of debt was really too heavy. It made her more desperate than when his plane crashed. Even then, she couldn't help but think over and over again. If she hadn't lost her temper with him, what would have happened to her? If he chased him to Lancheng, would he never get on the plane that crashed him
Every inch of her body seemed to be cold.
"No, you have to believe that he won't let such a thing happen."
… …
When Mo Shichen woke up, half a day, night and day had passed. When he opened his eyes, it was not dark outside yet, but the setting sun was approaching and it was getting dark.
Pain, heart-wrenching pain, pulling on every nerve in him, making even his breathing sound gasping.
Are you alive
The ward was very quiet.
In this pain and silence, Mo Shichen accidentally remembered what someone once said. In this world, he was really alone. If he died, some onlookers might feel sorry for him, but there would be very few who would be truly sad.
His consciousness was clearly blurry, but at the same time there was a strange clarity that made him feel that there was a second person in the room.
He turned his head with difficulty and saw a head lying on his hand.
She had black hair that looked very soft, so he reached over and touched it laboriously.
Wen Yi woke up with a start and sat upright suddenly.
Eyes facing each other.
She looked at his weak, bloodless face and his dark but smiling eyes.
She wanted to speak, but her throat was so dry that she felt clogged, so she calmed down and said, "You're awake."
"Are you waiting for me to wake up?"
Wen Yi didn't say anything. As soon as she closed and opened her eyes, tears flowed out. She didn't wipe them away, but just lowered her head.
He laughed, his voice much lower and hoarse than before, so vague that it gave the illusion of pampering, "You cry as soon as I wake up. Do you really don't want to see me?"
"happy."
"Afraid of my death?"
"I'm afraid I'll really be left a widow."
If he really died, this guilt would be enough to weigh her down for the rest of her life. She would no longer think about getting married. Sometimes she was afraid. She blamed him and herself.
He slowly stretched out his hand to squeeze her other hand that was lying on the bedside, "No, I can't bear it."
Although there were tears on her face, her voice was still clear, but much lower than usual, "Mo Shichen, thank you."
He raised his lips, and although his face was pale, it did not affect his aura of immorality. "If you want to thank me, will you give me your life?"
Wen Yi looked at him, pursed her lips and said, "You agreed that you can receive salary for no merit? You must be repaid for your kindness, right?"