Inside the kitchen.

A man wearing a mask, wearing a white surgical gown, was cutting things on the countertop.

If it is on the operating table, it definitely looks very professional.

While cutting, he is teaching the calm child next to him as if he were in class.

"Xiaojie, you are nine years old this year, and your mother has been gone for three years."

Xiao Jie remained silent, looking at the object and liquid that had been cut and flowed.

Then the man continued to carefully remove the residue cut from the object, and put it in a bucket with both hands.

The sound of "Zizi" adds a touch of beautiful melody to the quiet atmosphere.

The sharp knife in the man's hand, from top to bottom, slashed through, and placed the fresh meat evenly on the table.

The man who was busy with a little sweat said to Xiaojie in a doting tone: "Wipe the sweat for Dad." ”

Xiaojie was very well-behaved, and took out a special sweat cloth belonging to the man in front of him from his small pocket.

Seeing this, the man squatted down, looked at Xiaojie's bright big eyes, and looked cute, holding a rag in his little hand, wiping sweat on his forehead.

Through the mask, you can feel the kind smile of father's love.

After the sweat on his forehead was wiped away, the man began to work again. When there was only a pair of white bones left on the stage, it was already afternoon.

Xiaojie opened the locked iron door from the outside and came with two bowls of noodles mixed with soy sauce only.

The man who took off the surgical gown, after cleaning it on the side, walked towards the place where Xiaojie was standing with a kind smile on his handsome face.

Slowly picked up Xiaojie and put it on the meat table that had been cut.

Then he looked at the wreckage on the stage and said, "Xiaojie, look at Dad's artwork." ”

Xiao Jie, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, and said in that immature voice: "Dad, will they hurt?" ”

The man took Xiao Jie's hand, took a bite and put it into his mouth and replied: "Xiao Jie, you are still young, they are the most valuable in their current appearance." “

The man buried his head in the noodles and continued to eat, no longer looking at Xiaojie, his eyes were reminiscing with murderous intent.

Three years ago.

A surgeon named Yi Yi, who has a happy family. The wife is beautiful and virtuous, and the most beloved is the six-year-old child, Xiaojie.

The original flawless family is enough to satisfy the rest of your life.

But one day, something that shattered the family ruthlessly befell Xu Yi's home.

On this day, Xu Yi added a night shift, and at nine o'clock in the evening, Xu Yi, who was tired for a day, drove the car, picked up the phone happily, and dialed.

Xu Yi: "Ah, I'm off work, Xiaojie is not well-behaved today." ”

On the other end of the phone, Ah Ya: "Cut, my son must be better than you, I'll take a walk with him in the square." ”

Listening to Aya's mischievous tone on the phone, Xu Yi smiled warmly and said, "I'll be there in fifteen minutes, wait for me." ”

After hanging up the phone, Xu Yi stopped the car in front of a bakery and bought Xiaojie's favorite chocolate cake.

Forgetting today's fatigue, I drove to the square not far away.

But when he came to the agreed place, Xu Yi panicked. Because at this time, at a stone chair, there were no less than 40 onlookers, all of whom picked up the phone and looked nervous.

Men and women, young and old.

Xu Yi walked into the crowd step by step with anxiety in his heart, nervously squeezing out of the way. When I saw Aya lying in a pool of blood, and Xiaojie who was trembling in fright standing aside.

The cake in Xu Yi's hand fell to the ground without obeying the command, and he hugged Xiaojie in his arms with shortness of breath, kneeling on the ground and looking at Xiao Ya, whose head was still spurting blood.

His expression was empty, tears fell involuntarily, and he muttered to himself: "No, no." ”

In the blink of an eye, he saw that Xiao Ya's blood had stopped flowing so fast, but Xu Yi, as a doctor, was even more frightened.

Because this is an obvious symptom of excessive blood loss, Xiaoya has begun to convulse all over her body and is dying.

Xu Yi closed his eyes and didn't dare to imagine anymore, crying: "Ambulance, ambulance." ”

Luckily it was night and there was no blockage on the road. After the enthusiastic call of the people 120, the ambulance arrived in time.

The medical staff quickly lifted Xiaoya into the ambulance, and Xu Yi followed with Xiaojie in his arms.

As soon as he got into the car, Xu Yi shouted to the medical staff: "Get a hemostatic injection." ”

Then he was on the blood box in the ambulance, and quickly rummaged through the blood bag to find the type O blood bag.

The two medical staff saw that they were in a mess by Xu Yi, and they didn't say a word, because they all knew the people in front of them.

After finally transfusing the 500CC of blood, Xiaoya's condition stopped deteriorating a little under the first aid of the golden time.

Ten minutes later at the hospital.

Xu Yi hurriedly handed Xiaojie over to a nurse at the front desk, didn't dare to change into it slowly, and called a few nurses on duty to take a CT after being carefully sterilized.

When he saw the pictures taken, Xu Yi's heart was half cold.

Because at this time, Xiaoya's skull has been shattered on a large scale, and even if the chance of survival can be saved by surgery, it is only three percent, which is extremely weak.

But Xu Yi still has to fight, even if it is a one-in-10,000 chance, he can't give up, without her and without love.

So I notified the dean and others, rushed to the meeting overnight, and after a detailed understanding, the doctors also unanimously approved that Xu Yi should be the chief surgeon this time.

Seeing that his colleagues are so supportive, he is racing against time for his beloved wife Xiaoya. Xu Yi was moved to bow to everyone and made a big salute.

The operation began, and under Xu Yi's explanation, the medical staff wandered back and forth in the operating room.

One hour, two hours, three hours... After a full 10 hours of surgery.

Xiao Ya finally couldn't stand it anymore, looking at the heartbeat meter that was rapidly declining in pulse and blood pressure, Xu Yi's heart collapsed.

The "drip, drip, drip" echoed in his ears like a rushing alarm, and Xu Yi was stunned in place at a loss.

When a straight line appeared on the instrument, Xu Yi's whole body trembled, and he muttered, "No, no." ”

Then he shouted like a madman: "First aid, first aid." ”

Xu Yi held a pacemaker in his hand and kept giving Xiaoya first aid.

Once, twice. I don't know how much, but after an hour, the heartbeat meter is still straight.

The nurses who participated in the first aid also felt heartache when they looked at Xu Yi.

Finally, a nurse couldn't stand it anymore, and said to Xu Yi with red eyes: "Doctor Xu, you have done your best, please mourn and change." ”

After Xu Yi heard this heavy reality, he suddenly looked up to the sky and said with tears in his eyes: "I can save others, but I lost you, I am really a waste." ”

After finishing speaking, he threw the pacemaker in his hand on the ground, leaving a last kiss on Xiaoya's forehead.

The day after Xiaoya's death, Xu Yi took Xiaojie to go through all the formalities.

The killer was caught within a few days.

On the day of the sentencing, Xu Yi, who looked haggard, took Xiaojie to sit on the court seat.

He also didn't want to know how long the two men had been sentenced.

Because his lover can't come back, although his heart is half cold, Xiaojie is still young.

I thought that the matter had come to an end, but more than ten days ago.

Suddenly, I saw the two murderers who killed my wife on the street, and they were happily together.

Xu Yi couldn't bear it anymore, so he began to plan a frightening thing.