Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

Chapter 704 Letting you kill me is my revenge on you

"Shen Qing, I beg you, don't leave me behind, I have nothing left, only you are left..."

He has no relatives, no friends, no grandfather, his surname is not Lu, and he only has one Shen Qing.

"Shen Qing, I was wrong, don't die, please don't die..."

He didn't dare to touch Shen Qing, fearing that moving her body would cause her to bleed more, Lu Tingchuan went to look in his trouser pocket with trembling hands, the phone slipped out and fell to the ground, he picked it up and pressed the emergency number, he wanted to I calmed down, but no matter how I calmed down, my voice was trembling, and my mind was in chaos.

"Hurry up, hurry up... Shen Qing is dying, please hurry up and save her..." This was the first time Lu Tingchuan begged for help in so many years.

His voice was crying, and tears fell down tremblingly, blurring his vision.

Under the dim light of the street lamp, Shen Qing had a pale face, no injuries could be seen, and it seemed that there were injuries all over his body, blood was continuously flowing out from this fragmented body, and the surroundings were full of a strong smell of blood .

Suddenly, Lu Tingchuan seemed to have returned to the night more than 20 years ago. In the four-square-meter bathroom, his mother was lying in the bathtub, and the blood stained the pool of water spreading out. Despair turned into a large black cloud and shrouded the sky as if it would collapse at any time. Down in general.

"Shen Qing, what do you want from me?

What do you do to survive. "

Shen Qing opened her mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood. She had already experienced hallucinations. She could hear Lu Tingchuan's voice but couldn't see where he was. At this moment, she was already at the end of her strength. With her last breath, she said intermittently: "Lu Tingchuan... let you Killing me is my revenge on you...I punish you to live a long life..."

She wanted Lu Tingchuan to live well, longer than anyone else.

At this time, she no longer hated Lu Tingchuan. When a person is about to die, everything will disappear, whether it is hatred or unwillingness.

Shen Qing really has nothing to miss in this world, she has no parents, no brother, her father is an indifferent bystander, her mother treats her as a tool to make money, her brother finds someone to bully her, her lover dies and her child is gone.

Lu Tingchuan, it's not that she doesn't hate him anymore, it's just that her hatred is too small in front of death.

Compared with hating him, she blames this unfair world more, why does God want her to appear in this world, and she is worthless and useless when she is wanted to exist.

Tears of blood rolled down from the corners of my eyes and fell to the ground: If time could be turned back, I wish there would be no more me in the world, I hope there would be no such person as Shen Qing, and I hope someone can live on instead of a person named Shen Qing.

And in this life, her life is too short, so short that it can be summed up by one person, and that person is - Lu Tingchuan.

It starts with him and ends with him.

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When Shen Qing was sent to the ICU emergency room, Lu Tingchuan leaned against the wall outside the operating room door, and when the red light "in operation" on the opposite side came on, he slid down uncontrollably.

That lofty Lu Tingchuan was kneeling on the ground at this moment, his body was covered in blood, both Shen Qing's and his own.

There was a deep tooth mark on the back of his hand, bitten by himself, and a piece of flesh was forcefully bit off, and the wound is still bleeding.

He knelt on the ground, exuding a cold chill all over his body. Lu Tingchuan looked down at the ground, his body motionless as if frozen. The black shirt he was wearing turned into a dark red piece after being stained with blood. It was air-dried over time, and it was firmly placed on the chest.

Until now, Lu Tingchuan felt that he was in an unreal hallucination, and every picture in his mind was the last sentence that Shen Qing said to him while pouring into a pool of blood.

——"Lu Tingchuan...letting you kill me is my revenge on you...I will punish you to live a long life..."

Lu Tingchuan suddenly tugged at his hair, trying to dispel this nightmare-like hallucination with sharp pain.

He knelt down on the ground, clenched his hands into fists, and punched the ground, using this self-harm method to punish himself, and finally the security guards rushed over to stop him.

"Sir, don't be like this. This is a hospital... I know you are worried about the situation inside, but it's useless to worry like you. It will only hurt your body. Calm down."

"I can't calm down..." He couldn't forget the figure of Shen Qing rushing towards the car, couldn't forget the moment when Shen Qing was hit, and couldn't forget Shen Qing's smile of relief and despair at the end.

Why is this happening?

How did it become like this?

Why not give him a chance to reform himself?

Why punish him in such a cruel way?

The operation door was pushed open, Lu Tingchuan raised his head suddenly, his pupils constricted, and he saw a male doctor coming out of it, with a list and a pen in his hand, he ran to Lu Tingchuan quickly.

"Mr. Lu, the injured person is in a dangerous situation, and the chances of surgery are very small. Please be mentally prepared. This is a critical illness notice, please sign it."

At this moment, my already anxious heart sank suddenly, as if the floating board floating in the waves was smashed to pieces instantly when it encountered a huge wave.

Lu Tingchuan looked at the critical illness notice handed in front of him. He stared at the big characters on it, his brain dizzy for a while. He took it with trembling hands, put the list on the ground, took the pen with his right hand, and clenched it again and again. Still trembling disobediently.

He looked at the name "Shen Qing" on the list, why did it appear here?

The heart was pressed into the ice, it was very cold, it was bitingly cold, and the blood flowed all over the body, the whole body was filled with sharp pain, the scalp was numb, and the tears were hanging on the eyelashes, following his trembling breath , Tears fell down on the list, dizzy and wet.

He took a big mouthful of breath, lay his whole body on the ground, and tremblingly wrote the three words "Lu Tingchuan" with a pen in his hand.

He would write his name every day, write it on various documents, sign the list, and sign the billions of projects without blinking his eyes.

Never... never has it been like today, signing these three words is like throwing half your life.

"Save her...please...you...save her."

After the doctor saw that he had signed, he knelt down and took it away.

Lu Tingchuan was still kneeling on the ground, but he didn't smash himself on the ground with his fist like before. He was as quiet as an ice sculpture, his pupils were bloodshot.

Everything seemed so insignificant in the face of death, Lu Tingchuan looked up at the window at the end of the corridor, if Shen Qing couldn't survive, then he would jump from here.

The operation lasted eight hours, and Lu Tingchuan knelt on the ground for eight hours, crippling his knees. The operation door was opened twenty times that night, and he went in and out back and forth. Every time, it was like a heavy hammer It landed on Lu Tingchuan's heart.

No one has ever seen such a cowardly Lu Tingchuan before. Everyone's impression of him is that he is cruel, insidious and cunning, and arrogant. They have never seen Lu Tingchuan kneeling on the ground like this, and he knelt for a whole night. It's useless to persuade anyone.

No one knew how scared Lu Tingchuan was at the moment. He was afraid that what was rolled out of the operating room was a corpse.

Thinking of this, Lu Tingchuan's dark brown eyes were like those of an old man, full of desolation and lifeless.