Everyone looked over.
Shen Zhilie held her hand, his right hand.
The arm that had twelve stitches.
Ye Qianqian swung it hard without sparing any effort, making Shen Zhilie groan, but he didn't loosen his grip on her arm at all.
"I told you about the female patient a few days ago. Do you remember it? She was..."
"Let go." Ye Qianqian calmed down, but her voice seemed to be filled with extreme ice.
Shen Zhilie was even more panicked. Seeing Ye Qianqian like this, the words that originally came to her mouth were like a fishbone, stuck in her throat and couldn't come out: "Qianqian..."
"I told you to let go, are you deaf?" Ye Qianqian shouted hysterically.
There are more and more people watching around.
Lao Zhou was attracted by such a sound, squeezed into the crowd, and immediately saw Shen Zhilie pulling with Ye Qianqian.
Especially when she saw his arm stained red with blood, she was even more shocked. She ran forward and said, "Brother Shen, Brother Shen, what's wrong?"
The shouter had already stepped forward and grabbed Shen Zhilie's hand, "Oh my God, you don't want your life. Let me go. If you don't let me go, your hand will be useless!"
But Shen Zhilie's eyes were fixed on Ye Qianqian: "Qianqian, I didn't mean to lie to you, I just didn't want you to worry."
"Let go, one last time."
Although Ye Qianqian's face was red, her eyes were extremely calm.
Looking at Shen Zhilie coldly, "I heard that even if your tongue bites an artery, you will die."
His voice was as cold as ice, and he just looked at Shen Zhilie so indifferently, with an expression of indifference and determination.
Shen Zhilie was a little frightened when he saw Ye Qianqian like this for the first time.
Hands, subconsciously let go.
Ye Qianqian shook him hard and then walked forward quickly.
"Ye Qianqian!" Shen Zhizhen shouted, subconsciously trying to catch up.
But Lao Zhou quickly grabbed him with quick eyes and hands, "Brother Shen, you don't want this hand anymore?"
Shen Zhilie roared: "No more!"
Pushing Lao Yiyi away, Shen Zhilie chased after him.
But there were a lot of people in the corridor, so Ye Qianqian squeezed into the crowd, and when Shen Zhizhen caught up with her, she could no longer see Ye Qianqian's figure.
Shen Zhilie looked at the corridor and ran out in large strides.
I looked around all the way, but ultimately saw nothing.
Lao Zhou caught up with him, his face a little nervous, and said: "Brother Shen, your wound needs to be treated quickly. You can see it is bleeding. If the wound becomes infected, it is no joke..."
"Where is my woman?" Shen Zhilie turned to look at Lao Zhou, "Have you seen her? Where did she go?"
Lao Zhou was startled for a moment. In fact, he didn't pay attention to the girl at all. He was focused on Shen Zhilie's arm.
Hearing Shen Zhilie's words at this moment, Lao Zhou couldn't answer at all.
Shen Zhilie gritted his teeth, "Bring me the phone!"
When Lao Zhou heard the roar, he knew that the situation might be serious.
Hastily handing over the phone, Shen Zhizhen snatched it away and dialed Ye Qianqian's number.
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After Ye Qianqian turned around and ran away, she got into the fire door.
After closing the door and hearing the sounds coming and going outside, the whole world seemed to be alienated at this moment.
In just half an hour, Ye Qianqian felt that she had lost the entire world. Her originally fulfilling and happy life was suddenly hollowed out, and layers of helplessness swept her away.
(End of chapter)