Emaciated, frail, sickly, but serene.

When she closed her eyes, these words popped up in Yan Lou's mind.

He was like a man who had lost his feelings and felt no pain, holding the woman with his eyes closed in his arms, his hands still on her chest, blood staining the back of his hands.

Her blood, warm and moist in his palm, slowly scalded him.

Yan Lou couldn't say, whether it was more loss than sadness, or fear more than shock.

For a moment, I lost my mind, and my eyes were out of focus, as if I was looking at her face, and as if I was looking at her blood.

When Bai Qingling was taken to the hospital, the doctor said that he would need a blood transfusion.

He stretched out his arm, his face was numb, and his movements were conscious and automatic.

However, his blood was incompatible with hers.

He was in a trance, asked everyone to come for a blood test, and asked everyone to come.

Including the housewarming who was imprisoned by him and didn't have time to think about what to do.

Yan Lou woke up from his numbness when the nurse took Qiao Qian's arm and began to pump his blood out of his arm.

The blood of the seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man who was wiping his tears and glaring at him resentfully was compatible with her, no, it was compatible.

Yan Lou closed his eyes, he was handsome and noble, the suit on his body was blood-colored, his short hair was messy, and he was depressed.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Qiao Qian and said, "If she can survive, I will spare your life, and if she dies, you will not live." ”

Qiao Qian wiped his eyes with his arm and sneered, "She's dead, I don't want to live without you saying it!" ”

Don't you want to live anymore?

Yan Lou lowered his eyes, his eyelashes blocked the light, he seemed to think seriously for a while, and nodded, "It's okay, if she dies, it's not good to be alone." ”

Adjutant Chen stood next to him, his face was nervous, even a little white to the point of being outrageous, he couldn't say what he wanted to say, and finally gritted his teeth, "Dashuai, Madam will definitely be fine." ”

"What if something happens to her?" Yan Lou lowered his face and looked at the blood on his body.

It's all hers.

"What if something happens to her?" He repeated, "Are you all going to the funeral?" ”

Adjutant Chen took a deep breath and said again, "Madam is a good person, and she will definitely be auspicious." ”

"Then let's all go to the funeral," the man didn't seem to listen to what he said, and only repeated to himself, "all go to the funeral." ”

Adjutant Chen's face turned pale and stood aside in silence.

He was taken by Yan Lou from Ningcheng, and over the years, he had seen his almost ruthless sanity, until he came to Haicheng, until he got married.

People seem to have changed from the original cold-blooded ruthlessness to love, but when Bai Qingling jumped off the building and fled Haicheng with housewarming, he seemed to feel that Yan Dashuai was not a lover.

But can people really be ruthless?

Maybe Yan Dashuai can't understand the feelings that suddenly surged out and surged in his heart.

He let Bai Qingling leave, let her go to Ningcheng, and let her go to Fengtian.

But after all, I still couldn't let go, and I came to Mukden for such a simple and ridiculous reason.

Doesn't he believe in Bai Qingling?

No.

How could a person like Yan Lou be jealous of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, how could he think that Bai Qingling would have a relationship with a teenager?

He finally couldn't control himself, and finally couldn't help but find an excuse to go to her.

But who would have thought,

Who would have thought it would be like this.

Adjutant Chen didn't have to suspect that all the funerals in the mouth of the marshal were fake.

Before coming to Haicheng, Yan Dashuai was indeed such a thunderous method.

It is real to describe killing people as hemp.

In the past, Adjutant Chen really knew what a companion was like a tiger, and after coming to Haicheng, the handsome man suddenly had a human touch.

Adjutant Chen stood in a corner, not daring to speak, nor daring to persuade any more.

He lowered his eyes and thought silently,

It's just death, death is death.

Adjutant Chen came to the hospital with the car, and the wounds on Bai Qingling's body kept splashing blood, and she didn't die immediately when she arrived at the hospital.

He raised his eyes to look at Yan Lou, looking at him standing at the door of the operating room, not moving for a long time, and then retracted his gaze.

Maybe it's to see him again.

The housewarming was transfused, and seeing that his face was turning a little whiter, the nurse said, "Is there anyone else who can take a blood test, one person is not enough!" ”

"Enough!" Housewarm's lips also turned white, "Just smoke me!" ”

"No way!" The nurse refused, "You can't kill people to save people, hurry up, see if anyone else has a blood test, hurry!" ”

As he spoke, he was about to pull out the needle, but he was covered by the housewarming, and shook his head eagerly, "It's important to save people, if she dies, I won't be alive, so you can smoke it!" ”

The nurse looked at him embarrassed, turned to the nurse on the side, "Hurry up and ask who can draw blood, and if you continue to draw blood like this, the person will be finished!" ”

The little nurse looked at the housewarming's face, stomped her feet in a hurry, turned around and ran.

Yan Lou didn't seem to hear their conversation, only staring at the door of the operating room.

Although he couldn't see anything, in Adjutant Chen's eyes, he was looking through the door and looking at his wife lying on the operating table.

Adjutant Chen looked at the housewarming again, and saw that he couldn't sit still, his body was shaking, and the little nurse was crying and about to pull out the needle, but he held it down, not caring at all that the needle cut the blood vessel.

He withdrew his gaze and looked down at his arm.

Like, he hasn't had a blood test yet.

He walked over and said to the housewarming, "If you don't live, how do you know if Madame will survive." ”

After speaking, he handed his arm over, "Blood test." ”

Another little nurse hurried to get the needle.

The results came out quickly, coincidentally and ingeniously.

Adjutant Chen's blood is the same as housewarming, and it can be sent to Bai Qingling.

But it was too late to get a blood bag to give her another blood transfusion, so the doctor asked him to change into a surgical gown and go with them to the operating room for a direct person-to-person blood transfusion.

Adjutant Chen looked at Yan Lou with a solemn face, "Dashuai, don't worry, I will definitely let Madame come back alive and completely." ”

After speaking, he followed the doctor into the operating room.

Through the screen, Adjutant Chen lay on another operating table, with a needle inserted in his arm, and fresh blood was connected to the other side of the screen along the diversion tube.

He turned his head to look at the screen.

I couldn't see clearly, and I only vaguely saw her lying motionless on the operating table and letting the doctor stitch up the wound.

The sound of scissors and stitches sounded from time to time, and he stared at the screen, and smiled with a pale face,

It's good that he can help her one day.

Just stared at her figure until the shadow blurred, a little bit unclear, a little bit darker, and the corners of his lips were still hooked with a smile.

Before his consciousness dissipated, he thought of Bai Qingling's arrogant appearance when he first saw her.

It's Miss Bai.