Campus Chapter 50 Gan Liao's Past
"You sit down first, sir, and they'll be home in fifteen minutes." Yan Xuan was invited into the living room by the housekeeper.
When the roar of the car faintly sounded in the courtyard, Yan Xuan looked at his watch, and it was still three minutes away from seven o'clock.
Su Yongan walked in quickly: "I'm really sorry, there will be a meeting that has dragged on for a while." β
Yan Xuan: "Just you?" β
Ming Zhao entered, followed by a slender figureββββ her facial features did not change, the broken hair on her forehead was groomed behind, revealing sharp eyebrows, and she looked more indifferent than ever.
Yan Xuan became excited, stepped forward to take a closer look at her, and tears were already lingering in his eyes.
"Let's go to the study and talk."
After the housekeeper placed the tea in front of everyone in turn, he bowed slightly and retreated, and the fingerprint door lock was immediately locked.
"Gan Liao, are you okay?"
Gan Liao glanced at Ming Zhao beside him, he had just put the teacup on the coffee table, his eyes were slightly drooping, and his side face was clearly lined. Gan Liao was looking at the woman in front of her, and with just one glance, she blurted out, "I've seen you." β
As soon as these words came out, Mingzhao paused. Yan Xuan's eyes were even brighter: "You ......"
"In a dream," Gan Liao said with a hint of hesitation, "I've seen it." You...... Chasing my car. β
Yan Xuan was stunned at first, and randomly raised his hand to cover his mouth, tears rolling down uncontrollably. In the blurred eyes of tears, she didn't see the tissue handed by Su Yongan at all, her eyes were burning, and she only saw Gan Liao in front of her. When he spoke again, he was speechless: "I... Are you really ...... That's great... Do you remember... Here it ......."
"Don't worry." Su Yongan gently stuffed the tissue into Yan Xuan's clenched palm, patted her shoulder comfortingly, and then looked at Gan Liao: "Let's talk about your dream first." β
Dreams have no logic to tell. Rainy days are real.
Gan Liao was breathing a little heavily in the black car, the driver frowned, and looked at her over and over again in the rearview mirror, sweating in the heavy rain. The accelerator was about to step on the end, but there was a red light in front of him, he looked at the traffic police in front of him, and the sudden brake stopped behind the zebra crossing.
In addition to the sound of the tight windshield wipers in the car, it was the sound of Gan Liao's breathing.
ββββ a steady stream of pain in the lower abdomen, fresh blood gushed out between the fingers, and landed on the hard cushion in the back seat along the hem of the clothes, and the sweet smell of blood gradually filled the cramped air.
The sudden and powerful knock sound from the glass window made Gan Liao open his eyes in an instant, and at the same time his hand touched the gun.
"It's a girl."
The window next to the co-pilot lowered some distance, and the crisp and eager voice came in through the sound of the rain word for word: "Gan Liao, Gan Liao!" Finally found you. β
She obviously spoke to the person in the back seat, and Gan Liao's brows furrowed imperceptibly: "You recognize the wrong person." As the words fell, the windows were slowly rising.
The girl's was already soaked, her long hair was sticking to her face, and she was subconsciously struggling to pick up the window of the car when she heard the words. "Gan Liao! Don't you want to be angry anymore, are you still haunted for so long? We've been looking for you, where have you been? β
Gan Liao clearly felt her consciousness weakening with the excessive blood loss, and she withdrew her gaze from the crazy girl's face.
"Young Master Feng?" The driver in the front seat looked at the green light that was about to change in a few seconds and urged.
"Young Master?" The girl's ears were pointed, incredulous, and her voice was pleading, "Come back with me when you've had enough, okay?" β
Gan Liao stopped talking, her brows furrowed, she really ...... Some can't hold it anymore......
The driver is accustomed to observing words and colors, the window slowly rises, the red light jumps the green light, and the car does not hesitate to start. The girl outside seemed to be very stubborn, and had already trotted up with the car, knocking on the window and shouting something, but unfortunately, her voice was cut off from the outside, and it became one with this rainy day. The driver was a little soft-hearted, but the person in the back seat really couldn't wait, he gritted his teeth, and the car rushed out. There was a faint sound of falling outside, Gan Liao barely opened her eyes, there was no one outside, she raised her eyes to take a look in the rearview mirror, but lost consciousness in an instant.
The entire hospital was emptied of people, and people stood guard every five meters.
"The wound is open a second time, the patient has lost too much blood, you have to be prepared."
Jiang Cheng's face was comparable to a rainy night outside, and he grabbed the doctor's collar: "I want her to live!" β
The doctor was obviously accustomed to seeing life and death, and his expression was particularly cold: "I will be responsible for my patients." β
Footsteps came from the corridor: "City! Recall stopped Jiang Cheng and gasped a little: "How is she?" β
"Who the allowed her to do it without permission?!" A roar startled Recall.
She and Jiang Cheng have experienced too much life and death, and she swears that this is the first time, the first time that her emotions are uncontrollable when the lives of the people around her are threatened. What he taught them was to survive in the Jedi, to be happy and angry, and not to be afraid of danger. And that's what he's always done.
Recall frowned: "I don't know. β
"She didn't report, she didn't have any warning before she left, and she didn't bring any helpers. She tackled twenty-three people in three minutes. Her voice was calm and low, and it gently echoed in the corridor: "Lao Xu bumped into her on the way to run errands, and was going to go out to live, but later ...... After a few minutes of delay, the wound that the wind simply bandaged opened due to excitement, and then later, you know. β
"Delay? Why the delay? Jiang Cheng's face became more and more ugly. Where is Lao Xu? β
"This kind of thing, according to our rules......" Recall did not say any more.
Jiang Cheng raised his eyes, and his eyes as deep as the sea seemed to be quiet, what he wanted to know was not this.
Recall bit her lower lip: "She met a ...... Old friend. β
The heart tightened suddenly.
"It's Yan Xuan."
Hospital.
"The patient's lungs are starting to bleed!"
"There's no blood bank left!" The attending doctor walked towards the intensive care unit with a brisk walk: "Xiao Zheng, contact the general hospital." Xiao Wang, go and inform the family members so that they must find this blood type. Even wearing a mask, you can feel how ugly his face is: "Otherwise, we will all have to die." β
At that time.
Jiang Cheng faced the person opposite, with a stiff plea in his tone. "Save her."
Si Yuchen turned around and poured a glass of wine, raising his eyebrows: "Why?" I don't know her. She knows that we have too many things to do, you shouldn't have kept her, it's better to die. He shook his wine glass, his temperament was elegant, and he said things that would make others die, but it was like talking about coarse tea and light rice.
Jiang Cheng's face turned cold, and he pulled his collar: "I don't have that much time." β
Si Yuchen glanced at his hand unhurriedly: "This is your attitude of begging people?" β
"Because I won't let you move, so you retaliate." Jiang Cheng also took a cup, and he suddenly calmed down, as if it wasn't him who lost his temper just now.
A hint of a falcon quickly slipped in Si Yuchen's eyes: "Revenge? Wouldn't it be easier for me to rob Gan Liao? β
Jiang Cheng's cold smile spread out in his eyes, and when he said it, he was full of warning: "That's my person." β
Si Yuchen narrowed his eyes, it turned out that Jiang Cheng also had weaknesses.
"What's more," Jiang Cheng turned around and looked at Si Yuchen with a smile: "You don't have that ability yet." β
Even the people who still want to move the Chen family don't weigh their own weight? What kind of family and power is that? Not to mention that he never wanted to hurt them, even if he used all the forces of [Twelve], he was far from being an opponent. What's more, there are Mo and Ling behind them, those people have no heart, only those who have no heart will be able to rank among the top three in the Asian economy without recession.
Si Yuchen still smiled gently, but secretly clenched his fists.
Ten minutes later, the two rushed to the hospital where Gan Liao was.
Recall gently held Si Yuchen's hand: "Chen, please." Si Yuchen smiled gently: "Just donate blood, don't be nervous." β
Lying on the bed and chair, the attending doctor suddenly asked, "Have you ever been injured?" Si Yuchen subconsciously stroked his right arm and said indifferently: "It's not in the way." β
"No, you can't have a blood transfusion. I'm going to get him to be replaced. "The doctor was visibly angry.
Of course, Si Yuchen knew who the "he" in the doctor's mouth was referring to, and if Jiang Cheng knew, he would inevitably be exposed. A strong step rushed over and stopped the doctor: "She is very important to me, I want you to save her immediately, there is no time." β
"You are all wounded, and I cannot go against my principles. You get out of the way. β
His stubbornness made Si Yuchen angry, and he pulled out his gun the moment he turned around. The doctor stopped abruptly in place, and he knew that they were not simple! He even carried smuggled guns. "What do you want to do?"
"Doctor, so calm?" Si Yuchen slowly turned to him. If ordinary people see this, out of physiological reaction, trembling is the norm, and everyone is scared to urine. He was immediately suspicious.
"I've seen so many lives and deaths, are you still afraid of a pistol?"
"The life and death you have seen is the life and death of others. But this time," Si Yuchen put the gun against his temple and said fiercely: "It's your own." β
"You just stick to your professional ethics and see if your colleagues will become the ghosts of your morality."
"Click." The sound of loading.
The doctor gritted his teeth and walked to Gan Liao, who was in a coma. An imperceptible ruthless and cunning smile appeared on Si Yuchen's gentle face, and it looked extremely hideous for a while. He held the instrument in front of the doctor.
Suddenly, the doctor was dragged up, his mouth and nose were covered tightly, and before he could struggle, there was already a sharp pain in his heart and lungs. He looked at the man in front of him in disbelief with the scissors in hand, and then he was silently lowered to the ground, a large amount of blood gushing out of his mouth, and his face was distorted, and he was dead.
Si Yuchen didn't look at him again, and walked towards Gan Liao on the side. Gan Liao's face was as white as paper, like a dead man.
Si Yuchen sneered.
"Why did you still fall into my hands? Practice the wind. β
ββββ bullet grazed his shoulder, the shrapnel remained in his arm, the fire burned and hurt, covered the wound and ran desperately to the other side. In the unfinished building, it was so quiet that there was no sound. Sure enough, that bullet hit her vital point, but she didn't expect her to be so defensive. Half a second before he fired, she seemed to sense something, and quickly turned around as the pistol was pointed at the location on the fourth floor. She herself was seriously injured. The corners of Si Yuchen's mouth were raised, and he opened his clothes and wrapped his bleeding arm a few times. Shot in the lungs, alive? Hum! Thinking so, he quickly disappeared at the top of the stairs.
Under the surgical lamp.
Si Yuchen tore open her hospital gown, automatically ignored the scars and bruises on her body, pressed her lungs, and muttered, "How did you dodge that shot?" I can still struggle for so long. β
ββββ the side edge of the flask had been recessed into a small piece, and it was off the track, only half an inch from the lobes of the lungs, and even then it hurt the artery, and for a while the blood flowed like a torrent. Gan Liao took the flask out with difficulty, and his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat. She allowed herself to sit down on the floor, her slender fingers reaching into the wound, which trembled despite the pain she had experienced several times. With the exertion of his hands, large beads of sweat fell, Gan Liao's brows were locked, but his eyes were extraordinarily bright and energetic. Finally, Gan Liao glanced at the bullet in his blood-soaked hand, the yellow bullet reflecting the light under the blood. Gan Liao's back was soaked, and the broken hair on her forehead was already wet, and she gasped for breath and unscrewed the lid of the flask with one hand. The spout staggered and sprinkled all the bleeding spots, like a hot tongs stirring the pain in the body. The face is horribly distorted. With a "bang", he bandaged the wound, did not dare to delay, and left with a gun.
When Recall rushed in, Si Yuchen knelt on his knees, and Jiang Cheng held his gun at him. Recall: "Why you?" β
Si Yuchen raised his face and looked blazing: "You will fail." β
Recall: "Why you!" "A high foot kicks the man out.
Si Yuchen slammed into the wall and fell to the ground again. He coughed a few times, spat a few mouthfuls of blood, tried many times and didn't sit up, his voice was a little painful: "Recall, I lied to you and hid my identity, if it weren't for Lian Feng, you would have been defeated." His gaze turned to Jiang Cheng with difficulty, that is, there was blood foam on the corner of his mouth: "Speaking of which, you have to thank her." β
Recall saw grief and indignation in his eyes, and he squatted down: "Do you love me?" β
"Love."
He didn't hesitate, and the tenderness in his eyes covered the fierceness of the previous killing. Recall was in a trance for a moment.
Jiang Cheng deepened the smile on his face intentionally or unintentionally, and put away the gun: "I'll leave it to you." β
"You betrayed [Twelve], betrayed the captain, and killed Lian Feng, is this love? Or is it your love? β
"I don't feel like I'm at fault. Sooner or later, you will also leave him. Si Yuchen's eyes were as black as the heavy rain.
Recall stood up and looked down at him, "Yes. We have different positions and beliefs. It's just a pity......" recall's voice cooled the color of the barrel: "We all understand the truth of success and defeat." β
"Bang."
Jiang Cheng walked out in a pool of blood, his black clothes rolled up, like the hero who escaped death in a movie.