"No!" Song Wuyou shook his head, looking at the shocking wound on his chest, his heart tightened and ached.
He was all hurt, and he was still concerned about whether she could bear it or not. If he hadn't pushed her away in time, she would be the one who was injured now.
Gu Yanhao hooked her lips, and her thin lips outlined a charming arc, "It's good that you're not injured."
Song Wuyou looked at his wound with distress.
When he looked at the little girl he was holding in his arms, he said anxiously, "Go to the hospital!" The little girl had already passed out in his arms.
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Song Wuyou waited anxiously outside the operating room with the little girl and the family members of the other injured.
The little girl's parents were hugging and weeping softly, listening to their cries, Song Wuyou's heart felt tight and painful.
She was sitting on the rest chair, she looked calm and calm on the surface, but in her heart, she was as anxious as an ant in a pot.
Recalling the scene of Gu Yanhao blocking the gun for her at that time, her heart seemed to be pinched by a palm.
Knowing that he was shot in the right chest, it would not hurt the heart.
But she's still worried about him, if it hurts a lung, or a deadly artery, he'll...
Song Wuyou raised his eyes, and looked at Gu Yanhao's operating room with some tears in his eyes.
Will he die
Will you leave her
Song Wuyou pursed his lips tightly, suppressing the sourness in his heart.
If he died, how would she live in this world
She hasn't signed the divorce agreement for a long time, in fact... she doesn't want to leave like this.
She has just arrived in this world, she has no relatives she can trust, no reliable friends—
If he died, her only resentment and sustenance in this world would be gone—
Her clothes were stained with his blood.
On the way to the hospital, his wound kept bleeding...
Does the blood flow like that hurt the artery
The more Song Wuyou thought about it, the more frightened he became.
She suddenly thought of her previous life.
Once, Dongfang Xuan led several men secretly lurking in the enemy's territory, trying to find out the opponent's terrain and how to attack.
She waited nervously and anxiously for their safe return in the barracks.
At midnight the next day, she finally waited for them to come back.
But Dongfang Xuan, who had an arrow in his chest, was sent back by his subordinates.
At that time, Dongfang Xuan was already on the verge of death, and the blood from the arrowhead kept flowing.
That position is the same as the position where Gu Yanhao was shot, the right chest—
In fact, the fatal bit was not injured, but the arrow was poisonous.
She and the military doctor tried their best to save him. In order to draw out the toxin from his body, she cut a few cuts in the palm of his hand and the soles of his feet with a knife, and asked the soldiers to help him press the blood out continuously.
After the doctor pulled out the arrowhead from his body, she was so panicked that she couldn't care about anything else, she put her mouth on his wound, and kept sucking out the thick black blood from the wound.
Dying, he resisted and refused to let her do this. In this way, she would be very dangerous. If she accidentally swallowed the poisonous blood, she would die faster than him.
But she couldn't control that much. At that time, her only thought was that he couldn't die. If he died, what should she do? She really couldn't imagine, and couldn't accept, what would happen to her when she was suddenly without him by her side.
In their hometown, they are a pair of childhood sweethearts who are inseparable. She disguised herself as a man and joined the army with him, and fought side by side with him in every battle, until the soldiers found out that she was a daughter, she still fought side by side with him in the barracks, never separated—
Finally, a skilled doctor found a decoction of herbal medicine for him to drink. The poison on his body was cured, but he bled profusely.
When she heard that his life was not in danger, she was nervous and worried, and finally couldn't help crying on his bedside. Seeing this, his subordinates and the doctor withdrew one after another.
The man on the couch weakly raised his hand, stroked her head, and weakly raised his perfect but pale, chapped lips, "Silly girl, I live a good life, why are you crying?"
Song Wuyou raised his eyes full of tears and looked at him sadly: "Do you know how worried and nervous I am?"
The man looked at her dotingly: "I know."
"Why don't you be more careful? If something happens to you, how will you let me live?"