Qin Xiaoyu's heart throbbed, she hurriedly ran out barefoot, ran along the corridor, and finally saw the three brothers who were depressed and restless in front of the emergency room around the corner.

"Wu Ming, how is he?" Qin Xiaoyu asked eagerly.

The three brothers are also very sad, after all, they have been following Ji Yubin for so long, and to them, he is like their eldest brother. If it weren't for Ji Yubin, they would still be living in a fixed place, fooling around.

"I'm still in first aid, and we don't know what's going on?"

When Qin Xiaoyu heard this, he sat down on the ground on the spot. The three brothers immediately helped her to sit down on the bench and comforted her that she would be fine, in fact, they also knew that the chances of treatment were very small, but they still had the last glimmer of hope.

Several people didn't know how long they had been in front of the emergency room, Qin Xiaoyu's eyes were hollow, like a rag doll without a soul, staring in a certain direction. It wasn't until the door of the emergency room opened that I gradually gained focus and came back to my senses. She was a little unsteady on her feet, she got up several times without success, she wanted to know the result, but she was also afraid that her hopes would be dashed. When she finally stood up, after seeing the doctor take off her mask and shake her head at them, Qin Xiaoyu sat back on one soft foot again.

Her face was pale, and she only saw the doctor's lips moving, as if to say that Wu Ming's internal organs were damaged too much, especially the gunshot wound in his back, which directly broke a hole in his lungs. The doctor said that he only had one breath left now, and it shouldn't last long, so Qin Xiaoyu and the others were mentally prepared.

Qin Xiaoyu's whole body was trembling violently, and his heart seemed to have been cut a few times by a sharp knife, and he was in pain. She wanted to see him, talk to him again, touch his face, and be there for him even when he was leaving. When she saw Ji Yubin, she knew that she couldn't touch his face at all, because his face was full of bandages, with an oxygen mask, and there were many tubes inserted all over his body. Qin Xiaoyu, who was in tears, struggled, and it took a lifetime of strength to take every step. She bit her trembling lip and sat down on the edge of the bed, took his big cold hand, and pressed it to her tear-wet face, crying silently. Some time ago, they were still hugging each other, depicting their bright future, but they didn't expect to face life and death in the blink of an eye. Is God jealous that they are too happy? It is only through a lot of hardships that they have endured.

The faint undulating waves on the ECG showed that the life of the man on the hospital bed was counting down, although Qin Xiaoyu knew that he would not respond to him, she still said a lot to him, and she was afraid that it would be too late if she didn't say anything. After a long time, she kissed Ji Yubin's hand lightly, and then carefully put it into the quilt, and stood up suddenly, full of unprecedented strength, with unwavering faith in her eyes. She decided that she was going to help him find his home, and I don't know if it would be too late for him to see his relatives before he died, but at least she could hand over his body to them, so that he could be buried in peace.

Wu Ming, I love you so much, how can I bear to let your soul drift around and not get rest.

When she returned home, she took out all her savings and put a missing person notice in the newspaper, with a photo of Ji Yubin and the address of the hospital. But she felt that the newspaper was too slow, she didn't know if Ji Yubin could wait until tomorrow, she saw the billboard on the building, and suddenly had an idea.