I still haven't finished this meal for a long time, the meal is already cold, and Yuechan hasn't eaten a few bites. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info her mouth has been repeating some things, starting from her arrival at the Ling family and ending with her past with Ling. In the words, she always mentioned the man she liked but never spoke, and her eyes were full of confusion.

Ling Li went from being frightened at the beginning to slowly turning into insipid, listening carefully to Yuechan's story.

No one came to this small hospital for a day, and the doctor didn't show up for a day. For a whole day, Ling Li sat there and listened to Yuechan tell stories, most of the stories were related to himself but he didn't know it. Ling Li listened, tears rolling in his eyes.

Until the afternoon, Yuechan finally moved her hand holding the bowl. After holding the bowl for a long time, it seemed that she had just felt sore, Yuechan shook it a few times, and the gloom in her eyes disappeared a lot.

"Good sister, I didn't expect there to be so many things."

Hearing that Yuechan didn't talk anymore, Ling Li was finally able to interject a sentence.

Yuechan nodded, exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, and said, "After all this is said, I will be relieved." ”

Without waiting for Ling Li to get up, Yuechan had already walked to the door of the medical hall. He glanced back at Ling Li and said, "Miss, remember that if you have a good relationship with Duan He, you have to tell me a word in your dream." ”

After saying this, Yuechan ran out. A bowl was shattered by her touching the floor.

Ling Li reacted suddenly and hurriedly chased him out. Running to the door, Yuechan's trace had disappeared into this secluded place.

"Yuechan, Yuechan!" Ling Li ran out of the medical hall and shouted a few times, but only the slightest sound of wind answered her.

Ling Li froze, looking at the emptiness outside, as if he saw a road to a foreign land.

Everything about Yuechan just now is the final farewell.

She may have disappeared, lost in Ling Li's memory.

Maybe Ling Li can still find her, but he can't find his good sister anymore.

She walked a few steps back into the house, still looking outside.

"Fragmented."

The doctor came out of the back room, muttering four words. These four words coincide with this scene, but they don't say it again.

What he saw was a bowl on the ground, with fragments spread on the ground with a unique charm. If a talented person passes by, maybe he can write a few limerick poems for this.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

The doctor slowly raised his head, and then he saw Ling Li. Her back was very lonely, and the doctor could feel the loss on her body from a distance.

Ling Li heard the question and did not answer. turned around, found a stool and sat down, his eyes were blurred, just like Yuechan's eyes just now.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Ling Li's appearance, as well as the fragments on the ground just now, and the other girl who disappeared in the room, the doctor thought of a lot of things.

He stared at Ling Li, a woman who had a unique temperament when she was sad, delicate and textured.

The heart that had been silent for many years throbbed violently.

"I'm fine, doctor, how is Duan He?" Ling Li suddenly said.

Only then did the doctor come to his senses and said, "He's fine, although this poison is dangerous, it only stops him in order to enter his body." Now I've caught his veins and healed him. In less than half a month, it will be back to normal. ”

"Thank you so much, little girl." Ling Li bowed to the doctor and sat down again.

He saw all this in his eyes, and for some reason, there was a fiery fire in his heart that could not be silenced.

He hadn't felt this way for years, at least a decade.

Not daring to look Ling Li in the eye anymore, the doctor made an excuse and left the front hall.

This small hospital was quiet and terrible, Ling Li sat there for a long time, and the sky was about to get dark. For a whole day, not a single person came in the infirmary.

The brewed tea has long been cold, and when you drink it and swallow it into your stomach, a cold straight line goes down.

Ling Li finally stood up, the sky outside was getting dark, and the day was spent like this again.

"In this life, is this all there is to it?" Ling Li sighed with emotion.

As if to cooperate with this emotion, the door of this room, which had never entered for a day, was pushed open.

A man walked in, dressed in a night suit, looking out of place in the not yet dark sky.

Ling Li woke up and involuntarily took a few steps back.

Since the person who came dared to show up, he was not prepared to show mercy. Without saying a word, two arrows rushed to Ling Li's side, and a dagger in his hand flew out.

"Ahh Ling Li screamed, hurriedly dodging the dagger. But how could she have such a fast skill, to take her to move, the dagger has already flown in front of her.

"Poof."

Blood splattered.

The dagger was plunged into Ling Li's face, and blood gushed out.

With a bang, Ling Li fell to the ground. The dagger pierced her head with a single blow, and there was not only blood but also brains flowing from the ground.

"Who?"

Turning around, the doctor who treated Duan He in the backyard suddenly came to the front yard. When the man in black heard that someone was coming, he saw that the woman on the ground was in such a miserable condition. Don't stop, just turn around and go.

When the doctor arrived, all that was left was Ling Li, who fell to the ground.

"Huh?" The doctor was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to seal Ling Li's acupoint. However, Ling Li's injury was on his face, the knife wound was extremely deep, and Ling Li was already exhaling more and inhaling less.

He didn't dare to move more, and the doctor didn't have time to care about who committed the murder, so he closed the door of the room first, took out a few medicines he treasured, and gently wiped the wound on Ling Li's face.

The knife had been inserted into the brain, and if it wasn't pulled out, it wouldn't help.

This doctor has been practicing medicine for many years, but seeing such a tragic situation, beads of sweat are still falling.

Gently seal a few acupuncture points in Lingli, so that she will not move even if it hurts for a while. Holding the handle of the dagger, he concentrated all his strength on the hilt of the knife, and the doctor prepared to pull it out.

Such wounds cannot be fast or slow. If it's fast, the wound will hurt even more. Now that the injury has reached the brain, I am afraid that it will be difficult to survive if there is another wound. If it is slow, the blood will flow like an infusion, and people will not have much blood in the first place, and if they continue to flow, they will lose blood and die.

With the hilt of the knife in his hand, he holds the life of a man in his hand.

Gently pulled out, and the blood flowed out with every slight movement of the doctor. All the spirit was used on it, and the doctor didn't even dare to gasp for breath.

Pulled out some, blood splattered. The doctor didn't dare to slow down, and took out the dagger directly. The other hand flew quickly, and a handful of medicinal materials were sprinkled on it.

These are all precious things to him, and the hemostatic effect is wonderful. As soon as it was smeared, the blood from the wound stopped. Putting the dagger aside, the doctor gasped for air.

"I've killed a lot of people, I've treated a lot of people, and you're the first one to make me so nervous." The doctor muttered a sentence and continued to heal Ling Li's injuries.