The bullet flew into the head and exploded, and the red blood and white brains burst into the car.
There was no chance for other people to breathe, and it was almost instantaneous. Before they could react, Song Cheng had already wiped their necks severely.
Pei's Hospital.
Same place, same people.
Song Cheng's body was stained with blood, his tailor-made suit was already in dilapidated condition, and his knife-like facial features were covered with worry, clasped his hands, and prayed silently against his forehead.
The operating room with the three big words "In Emergency" is standing beside him not far away. It has been a whole night since the disaster, and Song Chengfeng’s eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the pain in his body had long been numb, because of this far. Far more than the heart-wrenching feedback from his heart.
"Huh—"
The emergency room was opened from the inside, Pei Haoran's white doctor's robe was stained with blood, and Song Cheng's pupils were tightened. It was all the blood of his beloved woman, so much—
Song Cheng may not have noticed that his hands were trembling, and he was too slow to ask about the situation while sitting on the lounge chair. He was afraid and afraid to hear bad news!
But he didn't ask, but it didn't mean Pei Haoran wouldn't say it.
He slowly took a breath, then slowly spit it out, walked to Song Cheng, and said to him in a calm tone as much as possible: "A Cheng, your injury is not small, do you want to deal with it?"
Song Cheng shook his head tiredly, pinched his eyebrows and asked him, "I'm okay, how is she..." As soon as he said the words, not only Pei Haoran was taken aback, but even himself, like a broken bellows, sounded like a sound A half-hundred old man.
In the past few days, Su Kui was hospitalized. Song Cheng has hardly slept for a full sleep. The company and the hospital ran on both sides. The pressure of the entire group was on his shoulders. Pei Haoran thought that after Su Kui was discharged from the hospital today, Song Cheng could finally Take a break, no need to toss.
But never thought of—
Those who were discharged in the morning were sent in again in the afternoon!
And, it still looks so tragic.
"A Cheng, listen to me, you really need to take a break, so, after you have a good rest, shall we sit down and talk slowly?" The generous palm patted Song Cheng on the shoulder, Pei Haoran had a rare expression of solemnity. The way.
Following his words, Song Cheng's suspended heart suddenly fell to the bottom, smashed to pieces, his thin lips faded, and he squeezed out with difficulty, "Where is she, she... I want to wait for her to come out."
"A Cheng—"
Pei Haoran had a hard time uttering words. He really didn’t know how to say it. Is it necessary to tell him the truth? This would be too cruel to his friends. For the first time he tasted the taste of love in his nearly 30 years of life, he had to face the choice between love and death. If possible, I sincerely hope that this will not happen to Song Cheng.
But there is no if in the world.
Song Cheng's complexion dripped water, got up from the lounge chair, strode towards the emergency room, every step was like walking on the tip of a knife, but he was paranoid and self-abusing and demanded a result.
"Don't tell me, I will go and see for myself!"
Pei Haoran hurriedly stopped him, repeatedly saying: "Don't worry, the situation is not that bad. The person has been rescued. You don't know how many bacteria have been contaminated all over your body. It would be no good if you go in and affect Tang Wan.
Sure enough, once that woman was involved, Songcheng had to fall behind in any standard, and everything should be her first.
Surprise flashed in his eyes, "Really?"
"Really!" Pei Haoran affirmed, pushing him to sit down, and his words were heavy, "But, you have to be mentally prepared. The bullet comes in almost through the heart. The bullet has been taken out. Can you escape the danger? It can be seen how strong her own willpower is."