Qingqing's heart was up and down at the moment, she wanted to face him, but she was afraid to face him, so she could only whisper to herself, "He······ He's coming!"

Qin Hao's figure had already disappeared into the room, and He Yan kept walking, feeling that something was wrong, it turned out that Qingqing had not followed.

As soon as she turned around, she saw that the woman was hanging her head, rubbing her hands helplessly, and her eyes were troubled and regretful.

Her person was as bright as her sister, but now she always shows a sad face, which can only make people feel distressed. Her fate was tortuous, and although she did not fully inform herself of her past, a woman from a poor family, especially a beautiful woman, must have spent a lot of effort living in the world like this. She is now in a dilemma, and it is regrettable that she may even lose her beloved.

He Yan walked quickly in front of her eyes, waved her hand in front of her, she was immersed in her own world, and without noticing, she patted her shoulder and called out to her softly, "Qingqing, Qingqing." ”

"Huh?" The woman's eyes were full of doubt, but there was still a trace of sadness that had not dissipated.

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, secretly thinking, is this what people look like when they meet love? As the saying goes, hurt by love, trapped by love, no wonder the world always thinks about forgetting love, forgetting love is not easy, but it is very easy to talk about love stupidity.

She cast a reassuring look at Qingqing, saying that she would relax, "Say it well, people are not easy, I believe he will forgive you!"

The woman nodded at her, but her steps were as slow as she could, probably a little faster than a tortoise. She couldn't stand her slow swallowing, and with a reaction, she took her hand back, and then walked out quickly.

When she came to the door, He Yan heard a familiar voice, low and sexy, she didn't have to think about it to know who it was, the Shen Jing who inadvertently jumped out of her mind.

"Lift him up!" Another familiar voice, the man next to Shen Jing shouted out.

She wanted to see what he was, but she didn't know if she didn't see it, and she was startled when she saw it. A familiar face, at the moment the face is full of weak expressions, the usual amorous eyes are closed tightly at the moment, motionless, seemingly lifeless, although she did not come closer to see, but she vaguely felt that the situation did not seem to be controllable.

The man on the bamboo frame was lifted up, and then the whole person was lifted in, and his right hand hung down weakly, as if he could not lift it again in the next moment.

She noticed the emotional changes of the woman next to her, and was making a draft in her heart, how to comfort her, and thinking that she was a doctor, and she couldn't lie to herself. She was about to speak, but the woman walked forward, walking unsteadily, step by step, this time slower than a snail.

Every step she took, He Yan felt that the woman's heart was cut by a thousand knives, and her steps unconsciously slowed down, and she followed closely behind her, and her eyes were hazy.

In a trance, she seemed to see a familiar back, the blood stains on her back stained her clothes red, her hands on the sides of her body, stretched weakly, the whole person was like a walking corpse, and there was no temperature on her body.

The cold wind was cold, and the merciless wind gave the girl a slap in the face without hesitation, her face was stinging, but her heart was dripping blood, little by little, the wounds that had been healed became unbearable little by little, and even built a wall in her heart, and her heart couldn't get better.

At that time, the little girl considered herself an extremely unfortunate person, fate never loved her enough, and everything she had would always be taken away.

He Yan came back to her senses and tried to squeeze out a smile, but she forgot that the smiles squeezed out in front of the mirror were so ugly, let alone not looking in the mirror?

She looked at Qingqing's thin body, like a withered yellow leaf, and the next moment she would drift away with the wind, looking for her tender green. She was really afraid that she would fall, so she quickly stepped forward and supported her. The woman looked at her, and naturally saw her ugly smile.

She gently pushed her away, stumbled under her feet, and was about to fall, He Yan had no choice but to grab her, and then helped her step by step into the house.

Qin Hao looked at the man in front of him incredulously at this moment, that was his son, that was his only son, there was a thick pain in his eyes, the corners of his mouth gradually hooked up a touch of self-mockery, stretched out his finger and pointed at Shen Jing, and laughed, "Is it necessary for you to act in such a scene?" ”

Qingqing only had Qin Ren in her eyes, and walked towards him cautiously, her steps were gentle, as if she was afraid of disturbing his sleep.

She came to his eyes, lowered her body, leaned her head forward, reached for his neck, breathed slightly, and the tears in her eyes flowed completely.

Regardless of the flow of tears, she dripped to the ground drop by drop, her hand slowly touched his hand, grabbed his hand, and blindly touched her face with his hand, but in fact there were only tears on her face, and the hands of the two people were soaked.

She suddenly thought of something, and turned her head to look at He Yan with an expectant look, as if she had the ability to rejuvenate her hand.

But her tone was full of apprehension, revealing her mood at the moment, she also understood that she was just deceiving herself, but she was unwilling to give up, she just wanted to grasp the last moment of straw, "He Yan, you come and see him!" ”

He Yan had long expected this scene, and her heart was beating a drum, she didn't know what to do, and she couldn't fabricate her illness in order to take care of her feelings. If something happens to the patient in the back, she can't guarantee responsibility, but she really can't bear to see her sad, she feels like there are two villains in her heart, and she is really entangled.

She could only bite the bullet, take one step at a time, and walk towards her step by step.

At this moment, a strong, powerful arm blocked her way forward. She looked up and saw that it was Shen Jing, he looked at her, and there was an emotion in his eyes that she couldn't understand, she only knew that he shook his head, he wanted to keep herself from moving forward, but she couldn't.

As a healer, you should always have a warm heart. She didn't understand it before, but at the moment when her hand blocked it, she seemed to see through that hand the excited mood of the big man, the grateful mood of the old woman, the cute little face of the child, and the peaceful face of the man.

All of this seems to tell her that she should always have a warm heart and try her best to save life by life, even if she can't do anything in the end, she will do her best.

Behind every indifferent doctor, there was once a warm heart, but I don't know why it changed, but at least don't become so ruthless.

Sometimes it seems like a casual action, but it can warm people's hearts, and sometimes it seems like a small action, but it can save a living life.

At this time, she didn't feel that she had changed slightly, she just blindly wanted to follow her heart.

"Let me see him!" She looked at him with determination in her eyes and her hand on his arm.

Shen Jing saw a firm light flashing in her eyes, and her heart chuckled, she understood what she meant, but she still thought of a choice from her heart, only to feel that she was sprinkled with a layer of golden light at the moment, flashing and flashing, giving people a feeling that they could be trusted, and a warm current flowed into people's hearts, and the whole person became comfortable.

He couldn't help believing her, and his hand slowly withdrew and gave her a seat on the side.

He Yan walked forward, in fact, a heart was already in her throat, and there was actually a result in her heart, but she still didn't believe that fate was so cruel.

She lowered her body, took the already wet hand, and pressed three fingers lightly against his artery, feeling his pulse beating, weak and weak, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, gradually slowing.

She got up again and reached out to probe his neck and carotid artery, and then pulled his eyelids, but her pupils were dilated at the moment, and she knew that she was powerless.

She put down her hand and just stood aside, thinking to herself, she didn't know what the reason was, a person who was alive a few days ago was now lying here, and there was no life.

The woman saw her stop movements, raised her eyes to look at her, the corners of her mouth were smiling, but she couldn't penetrate into her eyes, and carefully whispered, "Is he just going to sleep?" ”

He Yan looked at her like this, and couldn't bear to say such a thing as time running out, she could only stand alive, breaking the unfinished words into her stomach, "He ·······"

The woman looked at the man with a haggard face who was lying quietly, and then saw a man standing nearby. She got up one by one and kowtowed in front of Shen Jing, once, twice, three times, and the words in her mouth were no longer audible.

Her forehead was already slightly red, but she was still kowtowing, as if Shen Jing was the Buddha who could cross her way home.

It's a pity that the Buddha has never crossed the undestined person, but he is not her Buddha, and he cannot be redeemed.

"Young master, I beg you, you save him!" She choked up and said one sentence after another, but tears had already wet the placket of her chest, but she didn't notice it and just kowtowed.

Shen Jing's eyes flashed with unbearability, but it was only for a moment, and he said seriously, "I can't save him!" Get up! ”

"I beg you!"

Qin Hao, who was on the side, had already been unacceptable to this scene, wasn't his son so good a few days ago, why did he become like this, there was a terrible thought in his heart.

He laughed and walked towards Shen Jing, his hands hidden in his sleeves, as if he was hugging his chest, his head tilted back slightly, his steps were vain, and he walked towards him.

Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed in front of Shen Jing's eyes, and before he could react, he heard a muffled snort. He saw with his own eyes that Shen Hao had a dagger in his chest, his face was covered with sweat, and he seemed to be enduring it very hard, his lips became black, and the dagger was actually quenched with poison.

He swept his cold eyes towards Shen Hao, the corners of his mouth were a touch of self-deprecation, very unwilling, "Why?" Why is this so done to me? He thought of something again, and the corners of his mouth were bitter smiles, "Everything I loved has left me, and now even my son is leaving me?" ”

"You have always only been for your own selfish desires, my mother is, my aunt is, and now even Xiao Ren is!"

Shen Jing couldn't control his mood anymore, and couldn't help but roar, "Why didn't you die?" So many people have lost their lives because of you, and you are still in this world! ”

When Qin Hao heard him say this, he staggered back, the scattered memories in his mind began to reorganize, and he was forced to accept everything from the past······