A terrible scream echoed on the rooftop for a long time.

The fruit knife was not sharp, but Meng Xue obviously used a lot of strength.

Forcefully stabbed through my sweatshirt and long-sleeved T-shirt, and pierced halfway in, leaving only half of the shiny blade outside.

My face was twisted into a ball of pain, and my whole body was shaking.

The pain made me subconsciously curl up and reach out to hold the handle of the knife and Meng Xue's hand. Scarlet blood has stained my clothes.

My hands were shaking.

Shake and tremble, shake Nima, shake like a Parkinson's disease patient!

I wish I could fight a little harder, but I couldn't, and the pain easily broke my will and made me cry.

I, Rinima, was so miserable that Lao Tzu even had the idea that he would not die here today.

Women are terrible creatures, I'm a ghost!

Meng Xue was also trembling, and there was not the slightest blood on her face.

Obviously, really using a knife to stab someone, the psychological impact is unparalleled for her, and it is not as simple and casual as she said "three knives".

Just like usually, some people are scared when they see a fight, and they feel cruel and scary when they see a knife stabbing someone, let alone use a knife themselves.

I vividly remember the feeling I felt when I went under the knife for the first time, it was really shocking, and my heart felt like it was going to jump out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Meng Xue seemed to have collapsed, shook her head and cried, and apologized to me in turn.

"Sister, have you lost your breath?" I squeezed out a stiff smile that was more ugly than crying, and I realized that this knife would never kill me.

Meng Xue couldn't stop nodding, crying like a cat with a face, saying that she forgave me.

"Why are you so stupid that you don't know how to hide?"

"Sister, why do you take such a risk for me, what if I really stab you to death?" Meng Xue knelt in front of me as if all her strength had been drained.

Nima!

Now that you know you shouldn't stab me, what did you do just now, you have to stab me to know that you regret it?

This feeling is inexplicably a bit like my mother, when I was a child, I made a mistake and beat me to death, and I was covered in wounds. The ancient educational ideas in the countryside, such as "filial piety under the stick" and "good people under the yellow wattle stick", are regarded as classics.

My mom is a stubborn and stern woman, and every time she beats me up, my skin is broken. But after the fight, I felt distressed, and scolded me for why I didn't hide, is it stupid.

I dodged once, but I chased and killed half of my village, saying that I still dared to run, and my ass was opened for me!

How can people have so many contradictions, and they can do anything they regret when they are emotional?

I really want to complain about Meng Xue now, but it's really not the time: "Let's go to the clinic first." ”

Meng Xue cried and nodded "um", and wanted to pull out the fruit knife on my stomach.

I, Nima, was scared and scattered!

I reacted a little slower, and I felt the not-so-sharp blade dragging a little bit out of my flesh. The feeling of the knife edge rubbing into the flesh and blood, I felt like I was going out of my body when I stepped on the horse!

I hurriedly grabbed Meng Xue's hand, and had to give her a fatal common sense: "I can't pull it out now!"

"The knife plugs the wound and bleeds very slowly, and if you pull it out, it will bleed!"

Meng Xue was also frightened by me, and subconsciously let go of her hand. She seemed to lose her backbone and asked me what to do.

What else can I do? Why are people scared stupid all of a sudden, wasn't they so hard to stab me before?

"Help me go to the clinic!" I really felt like I had been stabbed by this, and all the strength in my body was draining, and I had to rely on her to help me get to the elevator.

This thing is really ridiculous, maybe no one will believe it.

A woman stabbed me and tried to kill me at one point. Then I regretted it and had to help me to the doctor.

I feel that my life is really full of disasters and ups and downs, and I can't guess how Meng Xue feels about me now.

Hate or love? or love and hate?

But at least I'm sure that my previous act of sacrificing my life to save her must still be effective.

I didn't think about this just now, but now I feel cold sweat when I think about it.

Riding a horse, if I really be a brute and not a human being, what will happen if Meng Xue wants to stab me three times and run?

I think it's possible, but not so fast - because she's going to hate me. Anyway, she is going to die, what is she afraid of trying to stab to death a man who makes her want to die?

It doesn't matter if she can't be stabbed to death today, what she has is time and opportunity!

I don't know if I'm scaring myself, but anyway, I feel like my back is wet with cold sweat.

Women are too terrifying, and a woman who has experienced too much darkness and even thought about suicide is even more terrifying.

It's really a poppy-like existence, so dangerous, yet so beautiful.

I was thinking about being sent to the clinic, and I felt like I was about to lose my strength and lay straight down on the hospital bed.

It was still the middle-aged doctor from before, and when he saw my appearance, he immediately blurted out a "".

I don't know if it's a little nervous, he looked at my injury and exclaimed, "Young man, you're going to have a knife in the stomach after a while." ”

"No wonder you ran so fast just now, you want to treat these injuries together, right?"

Your mom sells batches!

Lao Tzu is forced to do this, are you still in the mood to complain? What about the heart of the parents of a good doctor, shouldn't you be solemn and serious?

That is, I don't dare to move now, otherwise I will have the intention of beating this immoral doctor to death.

He asked Meng Xue to press on both sides of my wound, and then prepared a hemostatic disinfectant spray and gauze, and pulled out the knife for me after saying three times.

I listened to Nima's tense body, staring at the wound, mentally prepared for severe pain.

However, the immoral doctor counted to two and pulled out the knife directly, so painful that I cried out without any image.

That is, all the limbs were tied to death with his foresight, otherwise I doubt I would have been able to fight straight to the floor.

The doctor quickly treated my wound, apparently so skilled that he even had the heart to talk to me about the injury: "If you're lucky, you're lucky not to get stuck in the intestines, otherwise the stitches will be troublesome." ”

"In that case, I may have to lose too much blood and have to have a blood transfusion, but my small clinic doesn't have blood bags. ”

I felt like a hundred big men ravaged all over again, with less air in and more air out, tears still sliding from the corners of my eyes, and looking at the ceiling feebly.

The doctor asked me how I got this, and I cried and lost my face, knocked out my front teeth and swallowed blood into my stomach, but I just shook my head and didn't speak.

He couldn't ask anything, so he changed the subject: "By the way, seeing that you are in such pain, why don't you remind me to take local anesthetics?"

My eyes widened, and I had the intention of killing for a while: "You have anesthetics on the horse, don't you say it earlier?!"

"I forgot, you didn't ask. The doctor sighed and said sincerely: "The young man is awesome, he doesn't take anesthetics, he is a man." ”

I'm Han you Malegobi!