Cheng Ji heard a crisp sound carried by the wind, spreading far and wide and spreading rapidly.
He was stunned for a second, then threw away the handful of firewood and ran back quickly!
He couldn't have heard it wrong, that was the sound of gunfire! Qi Beisong brought out his gun?!
But no, that idiot even forgot to take the pack of cigarettes!
Who fired the gun? Why
"Qi Beisong!!" he shouted as he ran.
He walked across the gravel-strewn beach and climbed over the jagged boulders. He regretted running so far! He was greedy and stupid! He just wanted to build a bigger fire to play with. He had never built a bonfire on the beach before!
The sun had completely set, leaving only a few golden-red clouds in the sky. The sea was rough and dark.
Cheng Ji was extremely anxious. The cold sea breeze blew into his mouth and nose, bringing with it a salty and fishy smell.
He tried to run as fast as he could, but he could hardly move his legs, because last night… At first he could still grit his teeth and keep silent, but later he couldn’t bear it anymore, and then he couldn’t beg for mercy. Qi Beisong got even more excited when he heard him begging for mercy, and he fucked hard like he was on aphrodisiac. If he had known this would happen, he should have beaten the bastard to death!
But now he hopes that he will be fine, absolutely fine, even if it means exchanging his body and life for it!
"Qi Beisong!!"
Cheng Ji threw away the hat that was in the way, and hot sweat from running and cold sweat from the pain oozed from his forehead at the same time. He didn't care about anything else and just wanted to hear the other person's voice!
Why didn't that guy answer? He should have smiled and shouted "baby" and then jumped up and waved at him!
The rocky beach scenery was similar. Cheng Ji could no longer remember where they had separated. He just anxiously looked around at the estimated location, shouting Qi Beisong's name as he searched.
He couldn't find it, it was nowhere!
"Qi Beisong! Don't scare me!!!"
Finally, he saw footprints that had not yet been buried near a huge rock by the sea, with the last ray of light.
The footprints face away from the sea, extend for a few steps, and then disappear in the sea breeze and fine sand.
He looked towards the sea, then rushed over like crazy. The feeling he had could no longer be described as fear, but a real feeling that even his soul was about to be shattered! !
As night fell, when Lei Jing, Zheng Haiping and others arrived at the scene with an ambulance as quickly as possible, Cheng Ji had already dragged Qi Beisong out of the sea.
He was soaked to the skin and sobbed in the biting cold wind while performing CPR.
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"Will Qi Beisong die?" Cheng Ji asked Lei Jing outside the operating room, his face as pale as paper.
Lei Jing said: “No.”
Cheng Ji asked Zheng Haiping again: "Will he die?"
Zheng Haiping rubbed his head and said, "Lao Lei is an expert. If he says he won't die, then he won't die."
"But I..." Cheng Ji covered his face.
But that’s how I died… I was hit by a bullet, lost a lot of blood, and didn’t get rescued in time…
"Even if he dies, I can redeem him from the King of Hell." Zheng Haiping said, "Anyway, our Qi family has plenty of money, just like money growing out of the ground, growing in large pieces."
Cheng Ji knew that he was joking on purpose to comfort himself, but he couldn't laugh at all.
He looked at Zheng Haiping with tears in his eyes, and he almost saw through the latter's forced calmness.
"Xiao Cheng, it's too stuffy here and the air is bad. Go out and have a cigarette." Lei Jing intentionally opened a few cigarettes for Cheng, "Wang Beifeng, Chen Chuan, Ruizi, you all accompany Xiao Cheng together!"
The three people were standing not far away, looking at the indicator light on the operating room door; in addition, there were more than a dozen people, from the Qi family and the company, who stood a little further away at the doctor's request.
The corridor was crowded with people, but everyone was silent and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.
Cheng Ji refused to leave, and Lei Jing winked at Wang Beifeng and others, insisting that they take him out for a while.
Seeing Cheng Ji's back disappear around the corner of the corridor, Lei Jing asked Zheng Haiping in a low voice: "Are you really not going to notify the old man and the old lady?"
"..." Zheng Haiping's calmness faded, and he rubbed his hands in confusion, "I have already informed my eldest sister, as well as my uncle and aunt. They are rushing here from Lan Province. Let them decide whether to inform the old man. The old man had a heart surgery less than a year ago, and the old lady has high blood pressure. I am afraid..."
Lei Jing glanced at the door of the operating room and said, "But... if they can't see each other for the last time, the old couple will still..."
"Don't say it." Zheng Haiping shuddered: "Old Lei, don't say it..."
"I was wrong, you deserve a slap in the face!" Lei Jing wrapped his cold hand in his palm, "Xiao Cheng rescued him in time, Beisong wasn't hit in the vitals, he must be fine!"
"If Beisong can survive, it's because Cheng Ji saved his life." Zheng Haiping murmured, "The doctor said he only had one minute left."
Lei Jing tried to ease the atmosphere: "How do you, the Qi family, plan to reward us?"
Zheng Haiping also tried his best to cooperate, forcing a smile: "I originally planned to marry her, but now I'll let Beisong marry into the family, and give her more dowry."
"How much do you want to accompany?"
"We have everything we need. My family doesn't lack anything," Zheng Haiping said, covering his face. "But people have to live. No matter what, they have to live..."
Cheng Ji squatted in the smoking corner outside the ward building. He lowered his head, his eye sockets were sore, and he didn't say anything or move. Wang Beifeng and Zhao Jiarui squatted with him.
Chen Chuan put the cigarette between his fingers and said, "Cheng Cheng, Brother Cheng, your clothes are still wet, right? Let's go change them later, so as not to make you sick."
Cheng Ji gave him a sad look.
Chen Chuan pretended to be cheerful: "It's okay, Old Qi has been a scourge for thousands of years, he still has a long life!"
Cheng Ji twitched his nose, and his voice was so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable as him: "Chuanzi, Lao Qi fell into the sea water. When I found him, he had been suffocating for a while."
"But he's still alive, isn't he?" Chen Chuan raised his voice, "The bullet hit his lung, not his heart!"
Cheng Ji lowered his head again, tears falling: "I wish I had found him a minute earlier... It was too dark, I didn't see anyone in the sea, I didn't expect..."
"This is not your fucking fault!" Wang Beifeng shouted, "If your old Qi hadn't died long ago, how could there be a chance to send him to the hospital for treatment?"
"Stop smoking, stop smoking, just smoke a few more!" He snatched the cigarette butt from Cheng Ji's hand impatiently, threw it on the ground and stomped it out: "Cheng'er, let's go! Go change your wet clothes, you wear mine first!"
Wang Beifeng and Zhao Jiarui pulled Cheng Ji up from the ground and walked towards a place with sufficient heating. Cheng Ji was unable to move and was dragged away.
His mind seemed empty, but there was a noise deep in his ears. Everything around him was unreal. The only vivid feeling was the extreme pain in his stomach.
He saw the sign above the operating room door from afar. The three glaring blood-red characters - "In Operation" - finally he could not help it and he held onto the wall and retched. The smell of blood filled his throat and nasal cavity.
The other three were frightened by him and asked, "What's wrong?"
After Cheng Ji finished vomiting, he felt that he shouldn't be so hypocritical, so he wiped his mouth and said, "... I also drank some sea water, and my mouth... is salty."
"..." Chen Chuan put his arm around his shoulders and patted his chest twice, "Brother Cheng, it's okay. Chuanzi is here. We are good brothers. I will support you all my life! Is it Wang Beifeng? Is it Ruizi?"
"Of course I need to say that!" Wang Beifeng said in a loud voice.
After all, Zhao Jiarui was young and had no experience. He was also gentle and kind. Although he was a national martial arts champion, he was fierce on the field but only liked to pet cats when he was out of it. So he had already cried with red eyes and followed behind like an innocent eight-year-old child.
Cheng Ji burst into tears and said after a long while: "Thank you..."
Chen Chuan deliberately blocked his view of the operating room, and said while holding him, "Come on, let's change clothes! My brother Cheng is beautiful and fragrant, how can he smell like fish?"
The door of the operating room suddenly opened. Cheng Ji saw a doctor coming out from the corner of his eye. He quickly pushed Chen Chuan aside and ran over there. Lei Jing and Zheng Haiping also immediately met him.
The doctor took off his mask and gave them a shot of confidence with his first words: "It's OK."
Zheng Haiping's face flashed with surprise, and he asked, "Is it okay?"
The doctor nodded: "The first aid on the spot was quite timely, which bought us some time. Anyway, the patient has vital signs now, but they are unstable. Let's observe for another two days!"
Cheng Ji confirmed again: "Does that mean the person was rescued?"
"He's been saved for now." The doctor was very serious, and suddenly smiled. "We also want to give a definite news. We are also very nervous about Mr. Qi's status in Hongcheng. Today, many departments are working together, and the dean and director are on stage in person. If there is no effect, our Grade 3A can also be delisted."
Zheng Haiping held the doctor's hand and said thank you again and again! Lei Jing and others also thanked the doctor.
Cheng Ji's body shook, the pressure in his heart was relieved, and the severe pain in his stomach suddenly eased.
He looked at Zheng Haiping, who hugged him excitedly: "Xiao Cheng, I want to thank you on behalf of the whole family. You saved Qi Beisong's life!"
“It’s not me…” Cheng Ji didn’t dare to take credit for this great achievement.
"You saved him!" Zheng Haiping shouted, "From now on, that idiot will be under your control for the rest of his life! If he doesn't obey, you can beat him up, scold him, or do whatever you want! It's up to you!"
Cheng Ji said: "I..."
However, the doctor interrupted them with his next words: "The patient has some craniocerebral injuries, and his various indicators are not stable. He is still a few days away from being out of danger, so it is not time to celebrate yet."
Zheng Haiping smiled and said: "We are not celebrating, we are optimistic!"
He grabbed Cheng Ji's hand and shook it: "Is that so?"
Cheng nodded: "Yeah!"
He felt much more relieved. As long as Qi Beisong was breathing and had a heartbeat, he had a million points of confidence that he could pull him out of any abyss, including death!
Because he is Cheng Ji, who has shed blood, covered flags, been tired, suffered, lost, won, cried, laughed, lived, and died...
God let him start over again, it must be because there are better things waiting for him, a broader life, a brighter future, a gentler person, and not just to give him love and then give him pain, tears, blood, and loss!
After more than an hour, Qi Beisong was pushed out of the operating room and sent directly to the ICU.
Cheng Jizhi glanced at him through the gap in the crowd and saw that his body was full of tubes, his eyes were blindfolded, revealing his bloodless cheeks.
Cheng Ji didn't dare to look anymore, nor did he rush to the ICU door. He sat on the floor in the corridor of the operating room, stretched out his legs, and let out a long sigh.
He was wearing Wang Beifeng's coat, which was obviously too big for him. His face looked small and pointy inside the fur collar.
It was already late at night. After this emergency surgery that took place against all odds, the lights inside and outside the operating room went out one after another, and there was complete silence.
Intense feelings of fear surged out from deep within his body. He trembled slightly, tears welled up in his eyes, and he rubbed his temples nervously.
After an unknown amount of time, someone stood in front of him. He looked up and saw it was Lei Jing.
Lei Jing threw him a cigarette.
He took it and said, "No smoking here."
"It's already past one in the middle of the night. No one's watching. Aren't you tired?"
Cheng Ji was so tired that he was about to fall apart.
Lei Jing sat down beside him and lit a cigarette for him. He asked Lei Jing: "Did you find out who fired the gun?"
"No." Lei Jing exhaled smoke and said in a low voice, "There is really no clue this time. The Qi family has already reported the case. The police will take it seriously. I guess many people will work overtime tonight."
Lei Jing asked: "Did you notice it at that time?"
Cheng Ji shook his head: "No, it's only a kilometer walk from the community gate to the beach. The weather was too cold and I didn't see anyone on the road. There was no one on the beach either."
Lei Jing said, "The beach is full of big rocks, so it's easy to hide a few people there, but I can't think of anyone who would want to kill Bei Song. He has offended people and made enemies in business, but it has never escalated to the point of fighting to the death. When Hai Ping was kidnapped, the other party only wanted money, not his life. The Qi family is fair in doing things and has no mortal enemies."
"Maybe he wants to make things difficult for me." Cheng Ji said.
Lei Jing thought for a moment and denied: "You and Beisong were separated at the time. If the other party wanted to kill you, why didn't they go directly to you but to Beisong? So the target should be him."
Cheng Ji was silent, and suddenly said: "I was only three or four hundred meters away from him. Although the sea breeze was strong, I should have been able to hear him if he shouted 'Help' a few times, but he didn't make any movement until I heard the gunshots. He is not the kind of person who is willing to give in. The reason why he kept silent must be to avoid alarming me and prevent me from going back to meet the murderer."
Cheng Ji covered his mouth and closed his eyes, his voice coming out from between his fingers with difficulty: "Brother Lei, he did it on purpose to protect me. He knew that I couldn't deal with someone with a gun..."
Lei Jing stared at his tear-stained eyelashes and said, "That's true. Tsk, that idiot Qi Beisong is really a real man!"
Cheng Ji rarely heard him swear, and couldn't help but open his eyes.
"Your husband is a man!" Lei Jing said.
"..." Cheng Ji said, "My wife."
Lei Jing smiled and ruffled his short hair: "Brother Cheng, bandage your wound when you have time, otherwise your wife will be distressed when she sees it when she wakes up!"
Cheng Ji had no idea that he was injured. Only after he was reminded did he raise his hands to look. He saw many bloody scratches extending from the joints of both fingers to the wrists, some as long as the elbows, and some quite deep. Under normal circumstances, they would have required stitches, but now that they had been left alone for a few hours, the blood had dried up and scabbed over on their own.
This was the wound he caused when he was dragging Qi Beisong out of the sea. Qi Beisong was quite heavy, and his clothes were even heavier after being soaked, so it was not easy for him to drag him.
"Thank you, Brother Cheng." Lei Jing was extremely sincere.
There were still traces of tears on Cheng Ji's smooth face. He smiled and said, "Don't be in a hurry to thank me. You will pay me back later."
"Return!" Lei Jing said, "I will give you whatever you want!"
"You are more than ten years older than me, can you please stop calling me Brother Cheng?" Cheng Ji laughed again.
Lei Jing said: "Then... Qi baby?"
“…Call me Brother Cheng.”