Mo Chen looked at Gu Ziche, "I'm fine." He almost lost control in front of Gu Ziche, and at that moment he almost didn't control himself, and almost said to Gu Ziche that he liked him.

Wait, wait—Mo Chen told himself in his heart.

Wait, maybe, wait until later-don't wait for him to say, Gu Ziche himself will see his feelings for him clearly-

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The man didn't know how long it had been, he only remembered that the beating that used to be necessary once a day was gone, and he seemed to have been sent to the hospital, and the tip of his nose was full of the smell of hospital disinfectant water.

"Ahem-cough-cough-" The thick phlegm in his throat could not be spit out, and his body with a high fever was extremely weak, and he felt that he was going to die.

Finally, can't you hold on?" the man thought to himself, he didn't have the strength to open his eyes now.

Finally, are you going to be liberated?

The man's face was slightly smiling, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, at this moment, even if he died immediately, there was nothing to fear for him.

On the contrary, he didn't know how long he had been tormented, in this boundless hell, he had to endure all kinds of punishments every day, endless, endless, he really didn't know how long he could last, or, from the beginning, he was already dead? What he was repeating now was nothing more than what he had experienced in his life.

The man thought.

But he thought so more than once, and every time such thoughts gradually retreated when the sound of the iron door being opened, and only when he was suffering a cruel punishment did he feel that he was alive, that he was a human being, a living person.

However, he didn't know how long he was going to be locked up here, or if the people outside thought he was dead and disappeared from this world early in the morning.

"Squeak—" was the sound of the door being opened from the outside, and the man thought that this sound was much better than the screeching sound that came from the iron door when it was opened.

Listen, it seemed that someone had come in, but the man had no strength, and he could not open his eyes and look at the man who was now standing in front of his bed.

All he could have now was a remnant of a hazy consciousness, and he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, and he had long since lost the ability to breathe on his own, and the ventilator went deep into his throat, and he was like a lamb on a chopping board, to be slaughtered.

He didn't know where he was fiddling with him, he only felt that the hand of the person who came was touching his body, as if he was checking his wounds,

"The wound healed well. He heard someone say.

But he was so tired that he only had time to hear this sentence before he fell into a slumber again.

"He's fainting now. The doctor looked at the device that had been monitoring his heart rate and said.

"Just tell me, when will he come to his senses?" Andrei appeared behind the doctor.

"It's hard. The doctor shook his head.

Andrei's face changed, "What do you mean?"

"It's hard for him to come to his senses now. The doctor said, recounting the reality in a very calm voice, "What was it like when you sent him here, have you forgotten? Andrey?"

Andrei didn't want to hear from the doctor, "I just want to know about his health right now." ”

"Okay. The doctor seemed to sigh, "I heard that you tied him to the torture rack, beat him for several days, put him down again, and sent him to your bed, and you tossed him like this, he should be considered a big fortune to be alive now, do you understand?"

"When you sent him over, he was covered in blood, with old scars, and new ones were also added, the most serious is the back, which can almost be said to be torn, but fortunately, he doesn't have to suffer a second time without stitches, but when you send him over, he has already lost too much blood, and his whole body has multiple organ failure, what I just said is not a lie, he can survive until this time, it can really be said that it is fateful. Do you understand? Andrey?"

The doctor looked at Andre, Andre's pets were injured before, and he had always treated them, but those were at most teared in the back, but now this man is not just a simple tear in the back, his whole body is injured, and his whole body is full of multiple organ failure, after Andre sent him over, it can be said that there is no good meat in the whole body, there is only breath out and no qi in the body, plus excessive blood loss, he did not die at that time, or died because of the failure of multiple organs in the body, which is already considered fate.

"I understand. Andrei nodded, "I just don't want him to die, you must do your best to save him, understand?"

"He is my patient, and it is the doctor's job to save lives, and of course I will save him. The doctor nodded, "But only if you don't toss him again, understand?" ”

The doctor and Andre were originally friends, but their families were very different, so the doctor could only be a doctor here for Andre, but in fact, Andrei's subordinates had never treated a doctor as Andrei's subordinates.

"I know. Andre nodded, "I was too excited at the time, and I won't be next time." Andrei said.

"Next time?" the doctor was taken aback, "Andrei, my dear friend, do you still want to have a next time?" I've been watching you all these years, the injuries of the pets you sent over are gradually becoming less serious, I thought you would slowly become less violent, but after you sent him over, the thoughts you had about him were still beyond my expectations, Andrei, you look at him, you look at him carefully, this person was tortured by you almost half a leg to see God, he has already seen heaven, you let me pull him back alive, seriously, Andrei my friend, if he is my relative, I don't recommend him to continue to receive treatment。 ”

"Why?" Andrei's lips twitched, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

"Because even if he is rescued, he is sober, and the probability of becoming a vegetative person is very high, do you understand?" said the doctor, looking at the man's handsome face, which he could still see clearly, sighed, and shook his head, "Alas-it's a pity, it's really a pity-"

André didn't pay any more attention to the doctor's sighs, he remembered that morning he had woken up from his bed—