Rebirth of the ugly girl

Chapter 273 Smoke

Shen Ting was sent to the hospital as quickly as possible, and the lights during the operation were on.

Lu Yihe had never been so afraid of an unknown as he is now. He slumped on the cold floor outside the operation, his hands in his hair, his eyes were empty, and he looked at the tall potted plants opposite.

He didn't know why things turned out like this. It was clear that everything was normal before, and he planned to go to Shen Ting after the bidding, explain clearly to her, ask her to forgive, and then the two can be together.

Why is this happening?Why wasn't someone else kidnapped?

Lu Yihe didn't know that when he was so selfish, he really hoped that it was someone else lying in the operating room instead of Shen Ting.

Shen Ting usually pays so much attention to hygiene and always keeps herself very clean. Every time she sees her, her face is always small, soft and white.

Lu Yihe can't think of anyone who pays more attention to image than her. She cares so much about her face. If she wakes up and finds that her face is beyond recognition, will she collapse?

She will burst into tears, although Lu Yihe has never seen her lose her temper, but a girl's face is ruined, no matter how strong she is, she will collapse.

He scratched his hair and felt that every minute and every second now seemed to be infinitely extended. He had never felt that the time was so difficult. It seemed that he had waited for a long time, but the time had actually only passed 10 or [-] minutes.

When Hongxi came to the operating room, Lu Yihe's spirit was almost on the verge of collapse.

He remembered that when he was a child, on the day his parents had an accident, he also waited outside the operating room, waiting for a day and a night, waiting so hard that he dared not fall asleep, for fear of missing any information.

Although his grandparents were waiting outside at that time, he was very stubborn and also very scared. He was afraid that if he fell asleep and woke up again, what he was waiting for would be the news of his parents' death.

He stubbornly believed that as long as he didn't sleep, his parents wouldn't fall asleep either. They would wake up, and even though their voices were weak, they would still raise their hands and touch his head comfortingly, telling him not to worry.

But even though he clung on and stayed awake, his parents fell asleep forever.

For this championship, he has not slept well for several days, his body has actually reached a critical point, and this kind of thing happened again. At this time, his mind is in chaos, memories and reality are entangled, and he can't tell the difference for a while. , what time is it now.

He vaguely remembered that in the operating room many years ago, there was also such a tall potted plant with wide leaves, and even the veins and veins on the leaves were the same.

Hongxi ignored Lu Yihe, who was squatting on the ground, and walked back and forth several times outside the operating room. Knowing that there was no other way but to be anxious, he took out a cigarette and lit it irritably. The nicotine paralyzed his brain, and he took a few puffs. Gradually calm down.

There was something wrong with the boy leaning against the wall, Hongxi frowned, walked towards Lu Yihe, kicked him: "Hey, are you fucking okay?"

Lu Yihe slowly raised his head, revealing a pale face that surprised Hongxi.

"Do you think Xiao Ting will be?" When Lu Yihe asked this sentence, he was completely hopeless and lifeless.

Hongxi was so angry that he wanted to kick him to death, but instead of talking about the good, he stopped when he looked like he was about to die, and yelled at him: "Shut your beak, she's fine, she can't be fine! "He didn't realize that what he said was more like comforting himself.

Lu Yihe, however, seemed to have received an amnesty, let out a heavy breath, and got up from the ground with hands and feet.

There was a pungent smell of smoke in the air, and Lu Yihe had never liked such things that endangered his health, but now he looked at Hongxi's face behind the smoke, unable to see the expression clearly, but felt a little longing.

"Do you have any more?" Lu Yihe pointed to the cigarette in Hongxi's hand.

Hongxi glanced at him, took out a cigarette from the case and gave it to him, seeing Lu Yihe clumsily imitating him holding the cigarette, sneered, took out the lighter and lit the cigarette in his hand.

Lu Yihe brought the cigarette to his mouth, took a puff, and the irritating smoke was sent to his throat, causing him to cough chokingly.

Hongxi looked at him contemptuously, "Are you a man? You don't even know how to smoke." In his opinion, no matter what type of man, drinking and smoking is a must, and there is no need to be proficient. But the pretense is a must.

Lu Yihe ignored his sarcasm, closed his eyes and took a few more puffs, half of the cigarette was gone, and he was almost used to the choking smell.

Men are always quick to use alcohol and tobacco.

Lu Yihe smoked the first cigarette in his life from the cigarette case of his rival in the tightly closed operating room, and tasted the bitter taste of tobacco leaves in his mouth.

The operation ended two hours later. When the doctor who took off his mask came out, he looked at the choking smoke in the always clean corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant, and looked at the cigarette butts in the corner. His face turned dark. What is a young man doing? !

Hongxi and Lu Yihe smoked a pack of cigarettes equally, and when Hongxi was thinking about whether to go out and buy another pack, the closed door opened.

Paralyzed by the smoke, the two of them paused for two seconds before reacting. They grabbed the doctor together and asked anxiously:
"Doctor, how is she?"

"Doctor, is she okay?"

Both of them smelled of smoke, and the doctor shrank back, probably because they were too tall for ordinary people, so he dispelled the initial idea of ​​pursuing the two for smoking in the corridor.

Tilting his head, the doctor said: "The patient is fine. The most fatal injury is on the face. The scratch on the left cheek is the most serious, and the facial nerve is damaged. It is estimated that after the wound heals, there will be sequelae. You must take care of the patient's psychology. Work, with that level of wound, even after plastic surgery, it will not return to the way it was before."

After all, it is a girl, and few people can withstand the blow when this kind of thing happens.

Lu Yihe let go of the doctor's arm, like a fish out of water, gasping for breath one after another, he was lucky just now, luckily he didn't take a closer look just now, the wound on Shen Ting's face was actually not that serious, it might just be a wound More, so more blood flow.

The doctor's words completely shattered his illusions, and things were going in the worst direction. Lu Yihe seemed to be drained of all his strength, and slumped on the ground.

Hongxi held it in his hand, and the remaining half of the cigarette fell on the ground, a string of sparks popped out, the cigarette butts flickered, and finally turned into a piece of black ash, forever silent.

"Doctor." Hong Xi spoke again, his voice was unbelievably hoarse, like rough sandpaper.

"Can I go and see her now?" Hong Xi asked.

The doctor nodded, "When you enter the ward later, please don't make any noise. The patient's spirit seems to have been stimulated and cannot be disturbed."

Hongxi nodded to express his understanding, watched the nurse push Shen Ting out, and hurried up to have a look.

Lu Yihe came back to his senses, got up from the ground, and went forward.

Shen Ting's face was tightly wrapped in gauze, only the facial features were exposed, and it was impossible to see the extent of the injury.

(End of this chapter)