Qiao Zimo was injured in the capture of an outlaw who was at large for domestic violence against his wife.

The day before New Year's Day, their criminal police team squatted downstairs at this guy's lover's house for several days, but on the night of New Year's Eve, they waited for the murderer who had been hiding for a long time to appear.

Everyone thought that they could spend the festival with peace of mind, but they didn't expect this outlaw to have a murder weapon and a sharp knife on him.

An Ran cried and chirped, Zi Mo has always been too good to say, he had caught the murderer this night, the vicious guy looked at the gap, took out a knife and stabbed Qiao Zimo who grabbed him on the shoulder.

Qiao Zimo is also a tendon, even if he is bleeding profusely, he still grabs this grandson and does not let go.

Gave that bastard a second chance to do it.

By the time his teammates subdued the killer, he was already on the ground.

An Ran cried so much that she said that when she saw Qiao Zimo, he was already a bloody person.

When he was sent to the hospital, he was unconscious.

I stood outside the intensive care room of the People's Hospital in City C and saw Qiao Zimo lying inside through the glass window.

He was very quiet, with all kinds of pipes stuck in his body, and he couldn't see his true face.

My heart is so flustered, Qiao Zimo, you are so young, you should have a better life waiting for, fall in love, and then marry a wife and have children, and live a normal life.

I was thinking, if he really had three longs and two shorts, I would be guilty for the rest of my life.

He just wants to have a relationship with the girl he loves, and I won't even give him this opportunity.

An Ran was talking beside me.

She said: "Actually, I don't want to see you at all, my heart is bleeding when you appear next to him." But I think that at such a critical juncture, he must want to have you by his side, and with you giving him hope, his will to survive will be stronger. I am perfecting him, not you. ”

I didn't pay attention to her for a long time, Enron, if it weren't for Qiao Zimo between us, we should be more friends.

I remembered the time when I talked with her about my life ideals in Jiubaoshan.

Love is really something that can change everything, you can't say whether it's good or bad, maybe it's something that everyone should experience.

In the evening, Aunt Ann rushed over from Li'an Town.

Qiao Zimo was still not out of danger, I, An Ran, and Aunt An sat quietly on the chair outside the guardian room.

I sat next to Aunt Ann and held her hand, when she was young and beautiful Aunt Ann, the years have carved an indelible mark on her.

She is about the same age as Teacher Xie, and she looks much older than Teacher Xie.

A woman, a woman whose husband has not heard from her for many years, still has to live under public opinion,

Now that her only son is also lying inside, she doesn't know if there is any hope of life, it is really not easy for her.

But she is very strong, and since she came to the hospital, she has not shed a single tear.

The hallway of the hospital was eerily quiet, and a needle could be heard falling.

Aunt An said to me, "Ziran, do you know? That day, when Zimo told me that you promised to be good with him, how happy I was. He was also as happy as a child, I hadn't seen his smile since his father's accident, and that day, I saw the smile on his face that I hadn't seen for a long time, and he smiled happily, and we had never had a relaxed and natural life at that time. ”

I was about to cry: "I'm sorry, Auntie, it's my fault, I shouldn't have gone back on my word." ”

The aunt is still very understanding: "It's not your fault, although I know that he has always been full of affection for you, but I know that emotional things can't come reluctantly." Auntie watched you grow up, I know that you are a good girl, although I sincerely hope that you and Zimo can achieve positive results, but that is not what I want. ”

An Ran on the side silently got up and walked out, and through the long aisle, I saw her shoulders twitching slightly.

In the world of feelings, that's it, you love me, I love him, and he loves others.

But feelings come and go, and no one can control them.

The only choice is whether to choose to love me or the person I love.

Even if Qiao Zimo is on the verge of life and death now, I still can't be sure whether I love Zimo or not.

Mr. Xie has always said that I have a lot of nerves, and I think so too.

If heartache is love, at that time, when I saw Zimo lying there motionless, my heart hurt, it was that tearing pain.

Two days later, Zimo walked away from the ghost gate and was pulled back by the doctor and transferred to the general ward.

But he is still unconscious, the doctor said that this is a normal phenomenon, if you still can't wake up after two days, the possibility of complications is greater, and then even the king of heaven will not be able to save him.

So for the past two days, the three of us women took turns guarding his bedside, doubly careful.

The next night, I looked at Aunt Ann with a haggard face and asked her to rest, and I watched here.

When Aunt An was young, she was a field police officer, and she worked hard, and her iron-beaten body had to take off a layer of skin if she survived year after year.

The aunt insisted on refusing, and An Ran also persuaded her.

I wrote a room in the hotel next to the hospital, and it was convenient for the three of us to take turns taking care of it.

That night, Zimo lay quietly in bed.

Little by little, the dripping fluid dripped down and entered his body through the blood vessels.

His right hand was wrapped in thick gauze, and An Ran said that it was the sharp knife he grabbed the murderer and did not let go, and the sharp knife left a deep mark on the palm of his hand.

I didn't dare to shake his right hand, I was afraid of hurting him.

I moved a stool and sat down on his left hand, holding his left hand, counting the drops, and I wanted to see how many drops of 50 ml of liquid could take.

The night was quiet, and the smell of disinfectant water peculiar to the hospital filled my surroundings, and I especially didn't like that smell.

When I was in the third grade of elementary school, my grandfather left us for another world in such a way.

In my mind, this smell seems to be a sign of parting.

When I counted to 336 times, Zimo, who had been lying there without moving, seemed to move the fingers of his left hand in my palm.

I felt a burst of joy in my heart, which means that I am about to wake up?

However, after that, I thought I was hallucinating.

I ran to ask the nurse on duty to come and see, and the nurse took a look at it and said that it didn't mean to wake up, so I asked me to observe it carefully.

The 50-milliliter bag of liquid took more than 600 drops and finally finished dripping.

The nurse came and replaced another 100ml bag of liquid, and I started counting again, I wanted to see how much difference the 100ml liquid was from the 50ml bag just now.