Wen Youchen heard the doctor's words, the blood on his face was all gone, and he sat directly on the seat with his legs weak, thinking about the injury Bai Mo suffered last night, the fatal wound on his chest, which did not leave him half a chance of survival at all, that was the location of the heart, he should know, Yan Bai has always been so ruthless, without half a point of emotion, she really wants Bai Mo to die.

"Thank you, I see......" Wen Youchen's voice gradually weakened, but the doctor in front of him glanced at Wen Youchen and spoke.

The doctor didn't dare to say anything to leave, they were all warned in advance by the Wen family, and they knew that there were some things that could not be revealed, such as which one in the operating room, the gunshot wounds and knife wounds on his body, and ...... The mutilated corpse now stored in the morgue, even if he has been in the business for so many years, he still feels terrified when he looks at that corpse.

This was definitely not a simple incident, and the doctor left after talking to Wen Youchen.

Bai Mo was transferred to the intensive care unit, and the doctor had almost already given him a death verdict, and now all he did was hang him with various instruments and wait for death.

Bai Mo's body is full of tubes, obviously a person who is so tall and straight on weekdays, lying on the hospital bed, but his body looks thin and abnormal, even the most basic breathing is supplied by a ventilator, his body is pale without the slightest blood, his eyes are closed, his black and curly eyelashes are like a small fan covering the eyelids, and the lip flaps are also pale, as if he has lost all his vivid color, only dead gray remains, and the most exciting thing is the wound on his chest and abdomen, which was torn even more severely because of his previous forced action, The bandages around his chest were soaked with dark red blood.

Like a living corpse that has been pulled away from all life, if it weren't for the vital signs monitor curve next to him, almost everyone would have thought he was dead.

"I don't know if I'm doing the right thing." Wen Youchen sat beside the bed, his face was haggard, looking at Bai Mo lying on the bed, with guilt and self-blame in his eyes, he lowered his head and spoke, regardless of whether the unconscious Bai Mo could hear it.

"Maybe I'm wrong, I don't understand the feelings between you."

"Your world, as if no one can intervene."

"She's in the cold storage in the morgue, and I think, when you wake up, I'll leave it to you."

After Wen Youchen said this, he looked at him for a moment, as if he had found something, Bai Mo's right hand was clenched into a fist, and the palm seemed to hold something very precious to him, Wen Youchen tried to break Bai Mo's palm but couldn't break it, he could only see the things inside through his fingers, and it was faintly visible that it was a red gem stained with white ink's blood.

Wen Youchen's hand trembled, as if he felt it, Bai Mo's obsession was so deep, even if he died, he was unwilling to let go.

……

To everyone's surprise, Bai Mo woke up the next day, his body seemed to be in a strange state, a normal person would not be able to survive this injury, but not only did he recover amazingly, but he also ...... Only the next day he woke up, Bai Mo was lying on the hospital bed very calmly, his body was seriously injured, and it was still difficult to move, but Bai Mo didn't feel pain, he reached out and took off the oxygen mask he was wearing, and his amber eyes were all dark and without the slightest brilliance.

"My Ranran, where's I?"

"She's dead."