An Yang's reddened eyes looked at Chen Zhaoheng, his eyes were full of complexity, "You, you're lying to me, aren't you?" ”

"Take care of your injuries," Chen Zhaoheng shook his head slowly, rubbing her cheeks affectionately, "Is it a lie to you, when you are discharged from the hospital, you can go and see it yourself." ”

An Yang was silent for a long time, feeling that the person in front of him suddenly became strange when he woke up.

She thinks that she has no value to use, and even after Andrew's incident, there will be no way back.

But Chen Zhaoheng told her that he let those people go......

Closing her eyes, she couldn't help but ask, "Why?" ”

Chen Zhaoheng's eyes flashed with pain, but he still opened his mouth with difficulty, "I said, I like you." ”

How many jokes are actually true...... It was only then that he figured it out.

"Like me......" muttered to himself, Anyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a while.

How ironic, the only likes she heard from childhood to adulthood were from human beings, and it was clear that they were incompatible hatred.

Tears blurred her eyes, and she raised her hand to grab Chen Zhaoheng's arm, but her hand reached halfway, and the alleviating pain swept over again.

The unbearable pain made her break down and cry, she had never been so vulnerable.

"Pain, Zhao Heng, Zhao Heng ......"

kept shouting the names of the people in front of her, as if this was the only way to make her briefly grasp hope.

"Doctor! What about the doctor! ”

Chen Zhaoheng shouted while hugging An Yang tightly.

The bodyguards who came out of the organization easily did not cry out in pain. The willpower they have exercised is enough for them to not be afraid of death in the most difficult times.

He couldn't imagine what kind of pain the person in his arms was going through to make him tremble like this.

When the doctor rushed in, Anyang's legs had turned into fish tails uncontrollably, and piercing wounds were exposed on his ankles, spilling dull blood.

When Chen Zhaoheng's eyes touched the tail, his brain felt like someone had kicked him hard.

This time, he really saw the white bones surrounded by rotten flesh in the blood-colored wound.

How can this be, shouldn't An Yang's wound recover soon. What's more, it's been so long since the last time I was injured, and I obviously only suffered a gunshot wound......

The trembling body was pulled to the side by the nurse, and he turned back in a daze, only to find that the clothes on An Yang's body began to quietly ooze a large amount of blood.

Without the support of his arms, An Yang fell softly on the bed, struggling to breathe his lips, as if rubbed by snow, soaked in cold snow water.

With the help of auxiliary drugs, Anyang's exhausted cries finally subsided.

Chen Zhaoheng did not ignore the fragility and helplessness in Anyang's eyes before he fell into a coma. The warmth he had just received was shrouded in endless darkness in an instant.

"The results of the inspection are in."

Standing in a frustrated position for a while, he instinctively wanted to back away when he heard the doctor's words.

He was really panicked, he didn't want to hear any bad news.

"She's fine, isn't she?" The corners of his mouth seemed to be pulled by silk threads in an ugly arc, and his eyes carried a pleading that he had never seen in his life, "She was wounded by a gunshot before, that's why she is like this, right?" ”

"I can get any medicine I need! As long as I can cure her, as long as I can cure her, I have ...... anything."