Chapter 351: Blame for Yourself

After mobilizing the whole village to dig together, most of the guest house was quickly dug up, Han Xiu had a gloomy face, looking at Mu Wanye's room that was gradually revealing in his sight, if it wasn't for this woman......

Fortunately, the heavens had mercy, but in the early hours of the morning, the rain had subsided, and finally stopped, and the excavation became much easier.

With a kick that only left the mud crumbs attached to the surface, Han Xiu took the lead in jumping down from the broken floor, and the villagers digging below did not dare to touch the contents of this room, he looked around, and finally turned his gaze to the long wardrobe that fell to the ground.

Li Nian and Xu Shuo also came in, and several of them held their breath, staring at this wardrobe.

Is it life or death?

Pulling out a long knife from the person next to him and scraping off the dirt floating on the surface, Han Xiu opened the door of the wardrobe, and everyone present was shocked.

There were two men lying in the long cramped closet, the man covered in blood, the wound on his abdomen and chest was temporarily bandaged, and his forehead was covered with a bloody, dry and hard cloth;

And the woman curled up in his arms had a long cut on her left hand, and the blood that flowed out soaked a large area, like a flower of blood blooming in a desperate situation.

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you carry people out quickly?"

For this scene, Han Xiu never expected it, he held back his anger and commanded his subordinates to carry people out:

"Dr. Li, please take a look for our president."

For Mu Goodnight barely stopped the blood on his hands, Li Nian was called to Song Bingjue, he peeled off the strips of cloth to stop the bleeding layer by layer, and took out a thermometer from his medical box and asked him to hold it in his mouth:

"The wound is open, I have lost a lot of blood, I had a high fever before, but it has been lowered."

Listening to Li Nian's concise words, Han Xiu still didn't know what Song Bingjue's current situation was, and asked:

"Is there a danger to life? Is this the case now the way to go? I want to take the president to the hospital as soon as possible. ā€

"I can't die."

Seeing Han Xiu's dissatisfaction with good night, Li Nian's attitude was also very cold, and he smiled coldly:

"If Song Bingjue knew that the person he held on the tip of his heart was so despised by you, I don't know how to feel."

"I'm doing this for the good of the president."

Now that he has a request, Han Xiu can only hold back his dissatisfaction with Mu Goodnight, and said slowly:

"Before I met Mu Goodnight, the president had never been so seriously injured...... If it weren't for her, how could the president not wake up? ā€

"If it weren't for her, the president in your mouth would have died in the closet."

Pointing to Song Bingjue's still bloody lips, Li Nian smiled coldly:

"She cooled him down with blood and fed him with her own blood. She will only lose more blood than he does. ā€

"Who is it because of all this suffering?"

Han Xiu, who was already very disgusted with Mu Wan's night, unpretentiously revealed his dislike for her, and his expression became more and more cold:

"Dr. Li, what do you and the president say are also growing up in the same compound, for such a woman, do you want to see death or not save it?"

"Attributing all of this to a woman, this is the bearing of Song Bingjue's men?"

Having already visited Mu Wan's injury next to him, Xu Shuo pushed his wheelchair, and there was displeasure in his tired face:

"If you really think about your master, you should help him firmly protect his beloved, instead of letting him save people himself."

"Late, late."

"Huh?"

"Are you scared?"

"A little."

"I'll be with you."

"Okay."

……

In a daze, Mu Wan'an heard the conversation between a man and a woman, her body seemed to be no longer her own, and she was driven by an inexplicable force to walk towards a ward.

Looking at this familiar scene, she looked up at the room in confusion, and there was a girl sitting on the hospital bed with a straight stomach and slender hands and feet.

She turned her back to her, as if looking out the window, her long, loose hair hanging down behind her with a lingering feeling of helplessness.

She couldn't help but feel a tingling in her heart, Mu Wan'an couldn't tell how she felt, she just felt that she seemed to feel the feeling of being alone and overwhelmed.

She was about to open the door and walk in to see who she was, but she suddenly opened her eyes - it turned out to be a dream.

This dream is inevitably too realistic.

The scene in this ward had already appeared twice in her dreams.

Propping up the bed and trying to sit up, the pain in her hand made her fall on the bed in an instant, Mu Wan'an looked at her tightly bandaged hands, and gradually recalled what happened yesterday in her mind.

The cramped space, the lingering smell of blood......

She sat up sharply, and after a moment of dizziness, she finally steadied.

She was about to get out of bed and put on her shoes, but the door was pushed open, and she looked at the visitor in surprise, and then asked:

"How is Song Bingjue? Is he okay? He had a high fever and was bleeding from his body......"

"Good night, don't worry, he's fine."

The person who came was Xu Shuo in a wheelchair, his eyes were heavy dark blue, and it seemed that he had never closed his eyes.

"Where is he now? I'm going to see him! ā€

Wearing slippers, she wanted to rush over to find him, but she was a little dizzy after only two steps, Xu Shuo wanted to catch her, but she had more than enough strength to do so, and even he almost fell to the ground with him.

"Good night, don't worry, he's out of danger, and your own body hasn't been taken care of yet, so don't be reckless."

"I—I want to see him...... Xu Shuo, can you help me? ā€

couldn't help but sigh, Xu Shuo felt bitter in his heart, he called Xu Peng, who had been guarding outside, and helped Mu Wan'an to the bed:

"If you go by yourself, you're afraid you'll fall down the road again. Do you have to be so eager to meet him? ā€

"I can't rest assured that he is safe and sound."

There was a silence for a while, Mu Wan'an had no way to deceive him, she raised a pair of bright eyes:

"Is that okay?"

Her current physical condition is really unable to walk on her own, Xu Shuo asked people to get a wheelchair and asked Xu Peng to push her to Song Bingjue's ward.

It was still far away, and Mu Wan's night saw the people guarding outside the ward, a large area of black and black, as if something had happened.

"How so? Didn't you say that he was out of danger? ā€

More and more eager to rush over, Xu Shuo looked at her anxious for another person, and her eyebrows sank:

"He is indeed out of danger of his life, but his subordinate Han Xiu is making a big fuss, which is why there are so many people around."

When he arrived at the door, Mu Wan'an was about to go in to visit, but was stopped by Han Xiu, who came out of the ward.

Seeing her, his face froze, and finally replied politely:

"Please also ask Miss Mu to stop, the president just fell asleep. If you go in at this time, it will only disturb him and he will not be able to rest. ā€

"That's ......"

She was still a little disappointed not to see him, but said with a smile:

"Then when he's awake, can you tell me? My hospital room is a bit far from here. ā€

"Miss Mu, your own body hasn't been raised yet, so let's talk about it after you have each taken care of your body."

Glancing at Xu Shuo, who was following Mu Wan's side, Han Xiu's eyes were quite meaningful, and he said half-jokingly:

"Miss Mu and Mr. Xu are both in wheelchairs, and they really look like husband and wife."

This sentence is a little weird, in Mu Wan's impression, Han Xiu is not a person who will make such an indiscriminate joke, she explained softly:

"Because I just woke up and I couldn't get any energy, Xu Shuo helped me find a wheelchair."

"It's just a joke, Miss Mu don't take it seriously."

Raising a polite and detached smile at them, Han Xiu said loudly to the few black-clothed bodyguards guarding the door:

"Cheer me up! Don't let your guard down! It's the president here, and you can't let some indiscriminate people get in, do you hear? ā€

This is......

No matter how dull she was, Mu Wan'an knew that his words were aimed at herself, and she said guiltily:

"Han Tezhu, I know that some of my words and deeds have caused harm to Song Bingjue...... I just want to visit him now, and I ask you not to be too much of a soldier. ā€

"Miss Mu, what you said is a bit excessive."

With a smile on his face from beginning to end, Han Xiu couldn't fault what he said:

"You come here, I'm always welcome. Those words just now were just telling them to do their job well. As for now, you won't see the president. ā€

He said so, what else can Mu Goodnight do?

She smiled bitterly, although she didn't know whether this instruction came from Song Bingjue himself or Han Xiu added it on his own initiative, she had nothing to complain about.

It's all her own fault.

"In that case, I'll go back first."

"How can you allow him to humiliate you like this?"

As soon as he stepped out of their line of sight, Xu Shuo couldn't help but reproach softly, and he looked at her:

"You weren't like that before. Do you have to lose your self-esteem for the sake of such a man? ā€

"In the end, I can't live with him."

Remembering the fear that she almost lost him in the dark space yesterday, Mu Wan's heart still palpitated, and she laughed at herself:

"Maybe it's because I usually take other things too seriously, and I don't want to change them for him, and I can't keep up with his ideas...... When he woke me up by carrying me into the cupboard, I knew I couldn't let go of this man. ā€

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ā€

If she had saved her then, would she do the same to herself now?

The hand on the blanket slowly clenched, Xu Shuo hated himself so much for the first time, he looked at her distracted face, and was silent for a long time, but still said:

"You saved him too, good night, you don't owe him."

"yes, where is the emotional thing?"

After he mentioned it, Mu Wan'an suddenly became enlightened, and the whole person returned to her usual vitality, she smiled slightly:

"I'll check it out later, maybe I'll run into it."