It was like a fine mask that had taken a long time to build, and suddenly someone had cut a hole in her face with a knife, and stabbed it into her flesh.

The blood was dripping and the pain was getting worse.

"No, I didn't!" Wen Lan covered her ears, and the strings that had been tight for more than a month finally broke, "I'm not like you said, I'm not worried about him, I hate Lord Shepherd, I hate him!" ”

Saying this, Wen Lan ran out of the ward without looking at it and left the hospital directly.

If that was to prove that she wasn't thinking about Nightlord, then she would have to go.

Anyway, now that Shepherd Night Lord is out of danger, it shouldn't be a big problem if she's not there.

But what Wen Lan didn't know was that not long after she left, the man on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes.

Because he was afraid that there would be no one here, Wu Xuanyi spontaneously guarded here.

As soon as Mu Yejue woke up, he endured the pain all over his body, frowned and asked, "Why are you, Wen Lan?" ”

He was so seriously injured, didn't Wen Lan come?

Wu Xuanyi glanced at Mu Yejue lightly, and replied expressionlessly, "She's gone." ”

"What do you mean she's gone?" The Lord of the Pasture chuckled in his heart, and inexplicably had an ominous premonition.

"It means that Wen Lan originally came, but left again." Wu Xuanyi poured himself a glass of water in the water dispenser and kindly explained.

He didn't expect that Wen Lan would react so violently when he heard him say this.

He thought that she knew what she was thinking in her heart, and she was just deliberately avoiding it.

But now it seems that in fact, Wen Lan may not know her heart.

Wu Xuanyi didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Hearing this, Mu Yejue exploded instantly, "You said that Wen Lan came and left, why?" ”

Is she really so ruthless that she doesn't worry about anything about him at all?

Wu Xuanyi shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't know.

Lord Mu Ye moved his body and tried to sit up from the bed, but as soon as he moved, the wound that had just been operated on was instantly torn apart.

Suddenly, a pain hit Mu Yejue's body, but despite this, he didn't stop the movement of his hands, sat up directly from the bed, tore off the needle in his hand, and slowly moved his other two feet to get off the bed, "I'm going to find her, Wen Lan must be angry with me, I'm going to explain to her." ”

After saying this, Mu Yejue's body moved again, but this time he fell directly from the bed.

"Be careful!" Wu Xuanyi yelled nervously, but it was still too late, and by the time he reacted, Mu Yejue was already lying on the ground, his face wrinkled in pain.

Wu Xuanyi hurriedly put down the cup in his hand and walked over, but saw that a large patch of red had oozed from the ground, "Oops, the wound has cracked." ”

"Lord Pastor, if you don't want to die, don't move, I'll call a doctor now." Wu Xuanyi held his shoulders and wanted to help him up and sit on the bed, but Mu Yejue suddenly didn't know where the strength came from, and he actually pushed him far away.

"Go away, you leave me alone." Mu Yejue's mind was groggy, and the scene like a movie was all Wen Lan, "I want Wen Lan." ”

Since Wen Lan is not here, what is the point of his life?

It's better than that

It's a hundred dead.

After all, compared to watching Wu Xuanyi and Wen Lan live and fly alive, he was obviously happier when he died.

Wu Xuanyi obviously didn't expect that Mu Yejue had just woken up and didn't see Wen Lan, and the whole person would be so sad.

Even his own body is ignored.

"Lord Mu Ye, if you are a man, cheer me up, are you so willing to give Wen Lan to me?" Wu Xuanyi rang the warning bell at the bedside, and at the same time used his own way to stimulate Mu Yejue.

Doesn't Lord Mu Ye care about Wen Lan the most, as long as it comes to Wen Lan, he will definitely choose to live.

Sure enough, as soon as Wu Xuanyi mentioned Wen Lan, he saw that Mu Yejue's entire face was glowing with a little brilliance, so he was ready to strike while the iron was hot, "You have to think about it, if you are gone, then Wen Lan is really mine, are you willing?" ”

Hearing this, the look in Mu Yejue's eyes immediately dimmed again, "What's unwilling, since Wen Lan doesn't like me, please take good care of her for so long." ”

After so much time has passed, Mu Yejue also believes that Wu Xuanyi really cares about Wen Lan, and he is a reliable person.

"What did you say?" Wu Xuanyi was taken aback, and then shouted; "Damn, are you really willing to give Wen Lan to me?"

Hearing this, the corners of Mu Yejue's mouth hooked inexplicably, but in this smile, there was more self-deprecation.

"What's the willingness, didn't she choose you? Why are you still bothering me now? The Lord of the Nights leaned his back against the wall, his lips growing pale.

Seeing that the wound that had undergone surgery was cracking, there was more and more blood around him, and Wu Xuanyi's brows were getting tighter and tighter, the doctor finally came.

As soon as the doctor came over, he pulled the nurse next to him and exclaimed, "Hurry, hurry, hurry up and stop the bleeding for him." ”

The wound of the operation that has just been performed is dehisced, and if there is heavy bleeding, the patient's life will still be in danger, and everything before will be in vain!

"Okay."

The two nurses obeyed the order and were about to step forward to check on the wound to stop the bleeding, but the man sitting on the ground glared at him fiercely, "Get out, I don't accept treatment." ”

"Lord Nights." Wu Xuanyi stood up and yelled at him angrily, "Do you know what you're talking about, don't you want to die?" ”

Does he know that Wen Lan guarded him for a day and a night when he was in danger!

But of course, Wu Xuanyi wouldn't tell him these words, let alone know where to start.

Seeing that Mu Yejue was not cooperative at all, the doctor was also anxious, "Sir, your current condition is very critical, if you don't hurry up to treat and stop the bleeding, it will be dangerous." ”

The two nurses next to him also looked at the blood stains on the ground, trembling and wanting to step forward again.

But even though the Lord of the Pastor is a patient, the natural momentum on his body is not something that anyone can pretend.

So much so that the two little nurses next to them panicked instantly, you look at me, I look at you, and finally set their eyes on the doctor.

In the event of such a thing, they can only wait for the order from the attending doctor.

For a while, everyone had no way to take the Nightlord, and the Nightlord squinted his eyes like a cold leopard staring at them all the time, not allowing them to get a step closer to his territory.

Until......

This leopard is exhausted,

Suddenly collapsed in a pool of blood.

Seeing that everyone had already collapsed, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately beckoned to the person next to him, quickly, the two of you helped him to the hospital bed, and immediately carried out emergency treatment.

In the end, Wu Xuanyi hesitated, but still took out his mobile phone and called Wen Lan.

When he left just now, the doctor said that because Mu Yejue refused to treat it just now, the wound may have worsened, and the situation is not optimistic.

At this point in time, five hours had passed since then, and Wen Lan had already calmed down, and when she saw Wu Xuanyi calling, she immediately answered, "Hey." ”

"Wen Lan, I just want to tell you that after you left, Mu Yejue woke up, he saw that you were not there, and refused to cooperate with the doctor's treatment, and now the condition is not very good, the doctor said that the wound may worsen, and if it is not good, it will bleed heavily." Wu Xuanyi frowned, finished these words in one breath, and the whole person sat on the hospital bed next to him, and the pool of blood on the ground was still shocking.

"What?" Wen Lan exclaimed in surprise, and the mood that had just come to her senses immediately began to explode again, and for a moment, it seemed that the skin on her face was shouting, "I'll come right away." ”

By the time Wen Lan arrived, the treatment in the hospital had ended, and Mu Yejue had also entered the ICU again because of his own death, but it was not the same room as before.

Wu Xuanyi had already been waiting for her at the door of the intensive care unit, and when he saw her coming, he handed over the sterile gown that had been prepared in his hand, "His condition doesn't seem to be stable, I think you better go and see him." ”

Wen Lan trembled her hands and took the sterile gown, and the whole person was a little stunned.

Didn't the doctor say that the Lord of the Nights was fine, didn't he say that he was out of danger?

But now, and it seems to be because of her, Nightlord is once again in the intensive care unit.

Soon, Wen Lan put on the sterile gown and walked in slowly.

Still familiar with the style of the hospital bed, or familiar instruments and various dripping sounds, the smell of disinfectant water filled the nasal cavity, Wen Lan walked over and sat next to Mu Yejue.

At this moment, the Lord of the Shepherd seemed to have had some not very good dream, but his originally handsome face was inexplicably wrinkled, and his pale lips kept squirming, as if he was saying something.

Wen Lan reined in her thoughts and leaned closer to Lord Shepherd, wanting to hear what he was saying.

The man's voice was small, as inaudible as a mosquito, and it wasn't until Wen Lan approached him that his voice reached her ears.

"Wen Lan ......"

"Wen Lan."

Hearing that Mu Yejue was obviously asleep, but still muttering his name, Wen Lan couldn't hold back any longer, covering her mouth and tears falling down like a thread.

What the hell was she doing to make this man what he was now?

The man's voice continued, one by one, smashing on Wen Lan's heart like raindrops.

The movement is extremely small, and there is nothing on the surface, but the inside has already been smashed to the ground.

"Lord Mu Ye, you must persevere, as long as you cooperate well with the treatment, when you get better, I will return to China with you." Wen Lan bit her lower lip tightly, and the words she said before had long since been thrown out of the clouds by her.

Hearing Wen Lan's words, the person on the bed seemed to be inexplicably appeased by something, and it was a lot quieter. 2k reading web