I don't know how long later, Dazhong came back with a small bottle of burning knife in his hand.

"Boss ......"

Li Huan didn't look at it, took it and drank it in one gulp.

The liquor entered his throat, and he was hot, but his brain was a little clearer. Time seemed to stand still, and for a moment he couldn't feel whether he was alive or dead.

In the distance, the faint sound of firecrackers could be heard.

How could someone set off firecrackers for no reason in the middle of the night?

Dazhong said in a low voice: "It's zero, it's Chinese New Year's Eve today......"

He was shocked, it was Chinese New Year's Eve again? Is this the third or fourth Chinese New Year's Eve in modern times?

What are you doing on this day of the year? And who is by your side?

He slumped to the ground, and suddenly began to cry.

Dazhong was stunned, and so were the pedestrians who came and went.

A nurse walked over and frowned: "Sir, you should be careful, in the middle of the night, don't affect the other patients......"

He didn't hear it, and he still cried and cried.

Life and death in the hospital are just ordinary things, but when people see such a man crying so badly, they all probe their brains with curiosity.

Dazhong pulled him: "Boss......"

His wailing stopped, and he sat quietly on the cold ground, with his head buried in his knees, thinking, if she died, I would never live!

If it weren't for her stupid decision to drive her away and say such vicious things to her, how would she accept Huang Hui? How did you get to the end of today's road?

He is the out-and-out murderer.

She's going to die, and she's killing herself!

After a long time, the door of the emergency room slowly pushed open.

He stood up, his legs and feet numb to the point of falling.

Dazhong helped him and spoke first: "Doctor, how is the situation?" ”

"The wound on her wrist is shallow and out of the way. However, after taking the medicine for a long time, coupled with her weak body, whether she can survive or not depends on her creation......"

The doctor's face was embarrassed: "We have tried our best, but her will to survive is very poor...... If possible, you'd better contact her most trusted relatives......"

Dazhong shook his head slowly: "She doesn't have any relatives anymore." ”

The doctor didn't say anything more, just glanced at Li Huan, who was gray, and was obviously a little curious: Since there are no relatives, who is this crying brother?

Several times, Li Huan wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say. From beginning to end, he was in the middle of a mess, and he couldn't get himself completely sober.

Or Dazhong spoke: "Doctor, can we go in and see her?" ”

"You can only look through the glass door, but remember not to delay too long, the patient needs to be quiet."

Li Huan rushed in, but there was still a layer of glass. She was lying in the intensive care unit, covered with a white quilt, and all she could see was messy black hair, and she didn't know whether she was alive or dead.

Faintly, Feng Miaolian, who was waiting to die in the cold palace back then, appeared - she was about to wither into yellow flowers, and she was still desperately seeking medical advice. was originally a person who was so anxious to survive, who would have thought that one day, he would actually commit suicide?

Time passed minute by minute, and this time he didn't even dare to cry, with such a deep cowardice in his heart, as if as soon as he opened his mouth, her soul would be scattered.

He was motionless against the glass, like some kind of giant specimen.