One o'clock.
It had been five hours since Ji Nuan was sent to the emergency room.
For five hours, the medical staff inside never came out, and the lights in the emergency room stayed on for five hours. This meant that the first aid procedure was not over yet, but it also meant that Ji Nuan had survived at least these five hours.
Time passed little by little. Nan Heng had just eliminated some of Atu Tai's people. After tracking for several hours, he finally held Atu Tai down. He didn't even have time to breathe, and rushed to the hospital. .
When I arrived at the hospital, I saw an empty emergency hall, a group of medical staff who didn't even dare to speak loudly, and patients and their families coming and going.
Walking further inside, outside the door of the innermost emergency operating room, what I saw was Mo Jingshen sitting on the bench covered in blood.
The blood on Mo Jingshen's shirt and trousers has dried. The color of the blood on his face and hands has also become much darker, and he has not wiped it off at all.
The man who has always been measured in everything, calm and intelligent, at this moment is like a lost wanderer in confusion, his eyes are dark but there is no trace of sparkle, and the depth seems to be able to suck people in. , the whole person sat there motionless, eerily quiet.
Nan Heng originally had something to say, after all, the person lying inside now was Ji Nuan, but seeing Mo Jingshen like this, he could only stand not far away, frowning and looking at it for a long time, and did not come closer.
"Boss." Ah K came over, walked behind him, and whispered: "Mrs. Mo's injury doesn't look good, it's in this area."
As he said that, Ah K raised his hand and placed it on the spine behind Nan Heng: "Here..."
Nan Heng's eyebrows tightened instantly: "Damn it, A Tu Tai's grandson."
"It was Mrs. Mo who suddenly blocked the gun for Mr. Mo..." Ah K whispered: "Don't mention Atu Tai and those people in front of him now, otherwise if there is really something wrong with Mrs. Mo, Mr. Mo will probably kill someone. …”
"Do you think he hasn't killed anyone?" Nan Heng said coldly: "Forgot who took the final fatal shot on Dali's forehead in Cambodia three years ago? It was also because of Ji Nuan that he even shot Dali in Cambodia three years ago. The oath that Mr. Mo made in front of him not to kill anyone or to stain his hands with blood has been broken. This time, do you think Atu Tai will have any good fruits to eat? I am afraid that even if he is scraped to death by Ling Chi, it will not be able to eliminate the hatred in his heart. .”
Ah K didn't speak anymore, but looked at the lights in the emergency room worriedly.
"Have you notified Qin Siting?"
"Notified. Dr. Qin had surgery a few hours ago. After finishing his work, he booked a direct flight to Los Angeles. He is expected to arrive tomorrow morning. Also, I also notified Feng Ling..."
Hearing Feng Ling's name, Nan Heng's expression paused and he glanced at him suddenly. Ah K quickly looked away without saying a word.
If it had been for any other reason, Feng Ling might not have returned to Los Angeles at all, but now that Ji Nuan's life was at stake, she would definitely come back.
Nan Heng looked at Mo Jingshen again. After looking for a while, he frowned, took out a pack of cigarettes, turned around and walked out of the hospital. He smoked for a long time outside the hospital door, and finally went back with the smell of cigarettes all over his body. Jian Mo Jingshen still sat there in that posture.
He walked over and threw half a box of cigarettes to him. Mo Jingshen didn't take it, and the cigarette box fell directly to the ground along his blood-stained trousers.
Nan Heng looked at it, narrowed his eyes coldly, and said: "I have known you for so many years, and now I have completely seen you lose your coolness, but what's the use of you suffering anymore? The brothers in the XI base were on a mission back then. One after another, they left and never came back. They all say that men cannot cry, but in front of human life, I have red eyes so many times, and I have hated it so many times, but no matter how many times I hate and complain, everyone is just flesh and blood. There are no miracles in the world. If you can keep it, keep it. If you can't keep it, even if you poke a hole in the sky, people will still leave... "
"We all come back from the gate of hell. Ji Nuan's life has been doomed to be entangled with you since she fished you out of the Los Angeles river when she was a teenager. Even if her life should have been It was a peaceful life, but who made her meet you? I think she accepted what she should bear and what she shouldn’t bear. If she didn’t really love to a certain extent, no one would. She has the courage to block the gun, which shows that her feelings for you have not diminished in the past few years since you were separated. When she watched Mr. Senter take people to London, I think you were still very calm. Now you Is Mo Jingshen finally willing to admit that you feel pain too?"
Mo Jingshen slowly closed his eyes and still sat there. Nan Heng sat on the bench opposite, then turned to look at the light on the emergency room. After looking at it for a while, he said: "After the person is sent to the hospital, Since she can still hold on for so long, maybe she can hold on for a little longer, one more day, two days. As long as she can survive a certain period of time, she may be able to be saved. If she is injured at that position, she will usually be killed with one shot. Maybe it is a little off. The distance, even the slightest distance may be her chance of survival. At this time, I don't have any words of comfort or coaxing to say, but I believe that Ji Nuan will not leave so easily, and she will not be willing to leave. Leave like this."
Mo Jingshen opened his eyes, and his dark eyes looked at his hand hanging between his legs, looking at the blood stains on it that had become much darker in color.
His ears were filled with the sound of Ji Nuan talking while holding blood in his mouth.
Only you will be willing to endure everything for me... Do you think... you are the only one who can love...
Do you think you are the only one who can love
This sentence kept echoing in his mind, and Mo Jingshen's brain was buzzing. He slowly raised his hand somewhat mechanically and looked at the blood stains on it.
Thank you for loving me, past and present life, thank you for never really giving up on me.
Thank you for wanting me.
Being able to say these words shows how cautious and uneasy she is in love, how afraid that he will leave again in a fit of anger and not look back for ten years, how afraid that the moment she turns around, it will be another separation of life and death.
On the surface, she seemed to be so tough that she didn't feel anything. But when he pushed her away step by step and told her that he was dead in order to let her leave, her expression at that time was etched in her mind. Don't go.
She was always afraid.
But when she was the most anxious and scared, he pushed her so far away.
In order to retain him, she even gave up her dignity and hugged him desperately, but in the end she was pushed away by him.
Remembering that after she signed the divorce agreement, she didn't even plan to see him for the last time and left for England.
I remember her falling into his arms with blood in her mouth and saying that she had never stopped loving him, and the last words she said in his arms in a very low voice, "It hurts..."
yes.
It hurts.
Mo Jingshen's whole heart seemed to be fried on a frying pan, crackling with pain and almost bursting in pain.