Compared to Zhou Qichuan, He Wu's body was not much better, with scars all over and blood all over his body.

Seeing Song Zhiyuan, who was still holding a knife and stabbing at the bandits, he wanted to stop it, but he really didn't have the strength.

As soon as his knees went limp, he fell straight to his knees, exhausted.

"Kites!" Ji Yanli rushed over, knelt down on one knee in front of Song Zhiyuan, and grabbed her hands to stop her mechanical movements, "Kite, it's okay, the person is dead, no need to stab anymore, no need to ......

I don't know if the Song Zhiyuan in front of him made him palpitate too much, or because the panic in his heart worried about Song Zhiyuan's accident has not faded, at this moment, holding Song Zhiyuan's hands and looking at her, Ji Yanli couldn't control it and trembled.

Hearing the familiar voice, Song Zhiyuan slowly raised her eyes, looking at the familiar face in front of her, her red eyes gradually regained a trace of clarity.

"Kite, don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay!" Looking at her, Ji Yanli wanted to hug her, wanted to comfort her, and gave her a little strength.

But before he could stretch out his hands to hug the person, Song Zhiyuan pulled his hands out of his hands, and then got up and staggered to Zhou Qichuan, who was a few steps away. qs

Zhou Qichuan was lying in a pool of blood, his eyes closed, motionless.

"Zhou Qichuan, Zhou Qichuan—" She threw herself down beside Zhou Qichuan, a pair of bright red hands trembling and stretched out, landing on the opening of Zhou Qichuan's abdomen, covering there.

There, the bright liquid was still bubbling out.

"Zhou Qichuan-" She raised her eyes to look at the motionless man, trembling all over, her voice was shaking, and her tears slipped down again, "Don't die, I won't allow you to die, do you hear it, you don't want to die-"

"Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-"

The sound of the ambulance also sounded, quickly from far to near.

After Ji Yanli set off, he immediately notified the hospital, and the nearest hospital arranged for several ambulances to arrive as quickly as possible.

Ji Yanli turned his head and glanced at Zhou Qichuan, who was a few meters away behind him.

He stood up, walked over, frowned and knelt down on one knee, stretched out two fingers and landed on the major artery of Zhou Qichuan's neck to feel his pulse.

Faint, but alive.

Song Zhiyuan saw Ji Yanli's movements, grabbed him, and asked in a panic, "Brother, how is it, how is it, how is Zhou Qichuan?"

"Kites—"

At this time, several first responders rushed over, carrying stretchers.

"This!" Ji Yanli immediately raised his hand to the emergency personnel and said hello.

The first responders heard it and rushed to it.

"Zhou Qichuan is not dead, he is not dead, right?" Seeing the medical staff who rushed over and quickly gave first aid to Zhou Qichuan, Song Zhiyuan grabbed Ji Yanli's hand tightly and asked in great panic and panic.

Ji Yanli clenched her hand and nodded, "Still alive, Iris, he's still alive."

- Alive, he's alive.

At this moment, Ji Yanli's words were like a dose of stability, which made the panicked and frightened Song Zhiyuan instantly quiet down.

It doesn't matter anymore, as long as Zhou Qichuan is still alive.

As long as he's alive, nothing else matters.

The paramedics quickly bandaged Zhou Qichuan and He Wu, and then carried them into the ambulance.

Of course, the bandits who are still alive, the paramedics will not be left behind.

Song Zhiyuan chased all the way, and after watching Zhou Qichuan being lifted into the ambulance, she followed and climbed into the car.

I don't know if she was too scared, or because she had exhausted all her strength just now, she didn't have the strength at all, and she couldn't even step into the ambulance.

Before he lifted his feet, the whole person staggered forward.

Fortunately, Ji Yanli kept following her closely, with a quick eye and a quick hand, he picked her up and hugged her to the ambulance.

As soon as they got there, the ambulance door closed and they sped to the nearest hospital.

Inside the ambulance, under the bright headlights, the paramedics continued

was giving Zhou Qichuan first aid, Song Zhiyuan sat at the back closest to the car door, his eyes did not blink, staring at Zhou Qichuan who was lying there.

His blood-stained shirt had been cut off, and his muscular body, deep and shallow, was covered with knife marks, and the gauze was bandaged, and the blood oozed out again, staining the gauze red.

Song Zhiyuan watched it, her tears were completely uncontrollable, and the big ones fell down silently.

Ji Yanli sat opposite her, looked at her quietly, and was silent without saying a word.

Before he arrived at the scene, he always felt that Zhou Qichuan was not worthy of Song Zhiyuan.

Even if he is Zhuoyuan's boss, even if he stands at the top of the world pyramid and has hundreds of millions of assets, Ji Yanli still feels that he is not worthy of Song Zhiyuan.

However, when he saw that he was covered in wounds and lying in a pool of blood, and around him, there were dozens of corpses of bandits wearing hoods, but Song Zhiyuan was covered in a body without even the slightest scar, Ji Yanli knew that he was wrong.

Not only was he wrong, he also lost, and he lost completely.

The car, whizzing all the way to the nearest hospital at the fastest speed, stopped in front of the emergency building.

When the door of the ambulance was opened, Ji Yanli was the first to jump out of the car, and then went to help Song Zhiyuan get out of the car, and the medical staff who had been waiting in front of the emergency building also rushed over, and together with Ji Yanli, they lifted Zhou Qichuan out of the car, put him on the push bed, and quickly pushed him into the emergency building.

"Oh no, the patient's heartbeat has stopped, quick, artificial resuscitation."

Suddenly, a doctor shouted, and then saw a young male doctor jump on the sliding bed and began to give Zhou Qichuan artificial cardiac resuscitation.

Song Zhiyuan followed behind, stupid, stunned, Ji Yanli frowned tightly and stopped with her.

By the time she reacted, the medical staff had already pushed Zhou Qichuan into the elevator.

When the elevator door began to close, Song Zhiyuan rushed in, and Ji Yanli followed.

Looking at Zhou Qichuan, whose face was already as pale as paper and motionless on the moving bed, Song Zhiyuan trembled all over, trembling violently, and the blood on his face all faded, as pale as Zhou Qichuan's.

Soon, the elevator stopped on this floor of the operating room, and the medical staff pushed the bed out, Song Zhiyuan reacted, caught up, grabbed Zhou Qichuan's hand, couldn't control it anymore, and roared while running, "Zhou Qichuan, *** dare to die, if you die, I hate you for the rest of my life!"

"Did you hear that?" She was hoarse and cried indistinctly, "If you die, I hate you in this life, in the next life, in the next life, and I will never forgive you—"

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