Chapter Seventy-Eight: A Dream of Nanke

"Quick, quickly change into a blood bag, the injured person's desire to survive is getting weaker and weaker, first transfuse blood!"

"Get your anesthetic ready! There are also oxygen masks. ”

The people in the operating room arranged everything in an orderly manner, the newly replaced blood bag hung heavily on it, and the bright red blood flowed down the tube into my body.

In the drowsiness, I heard the sound of crying in my ears, and I vaguely heard the sound of an ambulance, and I tried to lift my arm with great difficulty, but my whole body hurt as if it had been run over by a car.

"Senior sister, how are you, senior sister?"

I trembled my eyelids and tried to open my eyes, my eyes were covered with blood, and the place in my eyes was blood-red, but the face of the person in front of me was so familiar.

Li ...... You ......"

"Senior sister, don't talk first, the ambulance is also coming, Lan Xi is over there."

The sound of hurried footsteps was getting closer and closer, Gao Lanxi squatted down and grabbed my hand, and said in an anxious tone: "Sister-in-law, how are you, sister-in-law?"

"I, what's wrong with me?"

"Quick, carry the wounded on a stretcher!"

My body was lifted up, and in an instant, the world spun around, and I saw the car that hit the person on the day of the accident, but now the person who was hit was me.

"Nono! Nono, you ......"

Wang Ziyi's tear-stained face appeared in front of me, her two hands grabbed my hand tightly, and I saw me covered in blood from her pupils, and a wry smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"Let me go this time."

I said this sentence with my mouth, broke free of Wang Ziyi's hands, was carried into the ambulance by the doctor, and closed my eyes with relief.

"Sister-in-law......"

"Nono!"

As the door closed, their voices grew quieter and quieter, and they became more and more ethereal to my ears.

"Doctor Zhang, I've got everything."

The nurse stood next to the doctor with surgical tools in her hand, her expression solemn.

"Are you ready?"

"Okay, the anesthetic has also been injected into the wounded."

I closed my eyes and gradually relaxed, and there were no loud sounds in my ears, only a slowly draining consciousness.

"I can leave with peace of mind......"

After silently reciting this sentence in his heart, his mother's face appeared in his mind, and then there was a sharp pain in his body, and his whole body shook, and the sound of dripping sounds in his ears.

I don't know how long it took, but I opened my sour eyes, and I felt terrible pain all over my body, and my brain hurt even more, like I had a severe migraine, and my brain seemed to be full of mess.

When I opened my eyes, I smelled a pungent smell of disinfectant water, accompanied by a cold wind, and a very monotonous voice of "Di Di Di" in my ears, and a feeling of paleness and weakness hit my heart.

Turning my neck stiffly, I saw my mother lying on her stomach beside the bed, her dark blue and chapped lips under her eyes that stinged my eyes deeply.

"Mom......"

"Nono, are you awake?"

Zhao Yong's voice came from the door, and my mother was awakened when she heard his shouting, and when she looked up, she saw me looking at the door with her eyes open.

"Nono, how are you? Is there anything wrong with it? ”

My throat was sour, and I asked weakly, "Mom, why is he here?"

"You take a rest first, I'll go find a doctor."

My mother tucked the corners of the quilt for me, got up and walked out, and by the way, Zhao Yong, who was at the door, took Zhao Yong out with the pestle.

"You come out."

Before Zhao Yong's hand was put down, he was about to be pulled out by his mother, and I lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, when my mother saw this, she immediately ran over and held me.

"Tell Mom what you want, and Mom will get it for you."

I raised my eyes to look at Zhao Yong at the door, and spit out a sentence with hatred in my mouth: "Let him go out, I don't want to see him!"