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

Chapter 741 Su Miao Extra Story 13

The gloves were taken off, and none of the ten fingers of both hands were intact. Either the nails were missing, or the skin was peeling and turned red. There were wounds all over the hands, and even a little finger was missing on the right hand. The wounds there were uneven and ugly...

How could Su Miao not hate Song Hansheng, he shattered her dream, ruined her life, and made her lose her future.

He had worn everything out of her.

Song Hansheng looked at her hands, his throat suddenly tightened, and he clenched his hands subconsciously.

Su Miao has been in prison for the past two years, although he has never been to see her in the prison, but he knows about what happened to her inside.

He knew that she had broken a finger in prison. He thought it was just a broken bone, and the bones would be fine when they were joined together, but he didn't expect that the whole finger was gone.

It broke with a brick nine times in a row, unlike a knife that can cut through an instant, Su Miao, who was pressed to the ground, watched with her own eyes how her fingers turned from a piece of bone into a pile of flesh and rushed into the squat. In the urinal.

What Su Miao's hands mean, Song Hansheng knows better than anyone else.

Su Miao entered the Song family at the age of 12. She was half-grown and innocent, and the little girl with her ponytail on her baby face followed Song Hansheng with small steps.

When Song Hansheng turned around and asked her what she was going to do.

Su Miao raised a smile, the light in her eyes was dazzling: "Brother Han Sheng, I will be a doctor in the future, so that you and Aunt Wei will not get sick."

She really went on this road all the way, with several setbacks in the middle but never gave up, and finally became an excellent doctor.

Su Miao saved many people, the only one who wanted to kill was Song Hansheng.

When suffering the 29 dollars, Song Hansheng was still thinking about Su Miao when he was a child.

That Su Miao who raised her head obediently told him that as long as she became a doctor, she would not let him get sick.

Since when did Su Miao's eyes full of light turn into blood red?

Su Miao became more and more agitated, she stretched out her hand and grabbed Song Hansheng's collar, hissing, "I hate you, Song Hansheng, I hate you, I can't avoid you, but I want to ask you what I do What's wrong?

The Su family was sorry for you back then, but what did I do wrong? "

"I was only six years old at that time, and I didn't know anything. My father died in prison, and my mother jumped to her death. Now I'm the only one left. People are neither ghosts nor ghosts. Song Hansheng, look at me now and then get along with me." Are you satisfied with the original comparison?"

Su Miao's eyes were red: "I have already paid off what Song Hansheng owed you, and I don't owe you anything..."

Song Hansheng looked down at Su Miao's crippled hands, and suddenly reached out to cover them.

Her hands were cold, and there was not a piece of smooth skin on them, and it even felt painful to the touch.

"You don't owe me anything, and I won't let you go. Su Miao, you have been mine since you were not born. We made a baby kiss. You called me Brother Hansheng for more than ten years. Are you Those who were brought up by me little by little, are my people when they are born, and we have to be buried together when we die."

Su Miao stared, her pupils constricted, her ears buzzed, her heart felt as if a knife was being scraped, tears were wrapped in her eye sockets but did not fall for a long time.

She told herself not to cry, she endured so much pain in prison and didn't cry, how can she shed tears because of a scumbag now?

If you shed too many tears, you will look contemptible.

But why she still felt a heat on her face, she lowered her head, one drop, two drops, three... drops of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

At that moment, it was as if all the blood had been drained from her body. Su Miao's face turned pale, her lips were blue, her eyes revealed emptiness and despair, and she stared blankly ahead.

A man who was still alive just now screamed hoarsely at Song Hansheng, but there was no reaction in the next second, only his mouth was open, and a big mouthful of blood spread from the corner of his mouth.

Song Hansheng's heart seemed to be stung by something. Su Miao was still holding on to his collar, but now she let go, like a puppet with a broken thread.

Song Hansheng hugged her quickly: "Su Miao!"

Song Hansheng's eyes were about to burst, even he himself didn't know how trembling he was, and how much fear was mixed in it.

Su Miao squinted her eyes halfway, the corners of her eyes were covered with gray light and shadow, like the last afterglow of fireworks blooming, the annihilation after the brilliance.

The corner of Su Miao's mouth was raised and she was still smiling, but Song Hansheng looked at the smile on her face as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on her.

Su Miao's appearance like this is clearly risking his life for death, life is boring, Song Hansheng can't describe this feeling, he seems to have driven Su Miao too hard, made her not like her, and drove her a little bit crazy .

It is obvious that Su Miao has not been crazy after staying in prison for two years.

Song Hansheng couldn't describe how he was feeling at the moment, he hugged Su Miao and told the driver to drive, he yelled so loudly that the blood vessels and veins on his neck protruded.

Even though the car was driving at the fastest speed, Song Hansheng still felt very slow. He felt that Su Miao's body temperature in his arms was getting colder.

His temples were also throbbing all the time, his brows were furrowed all the way, he didn't know what he was afraid of.

When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor sent Su Miao directly to the emergency room.

Song Hansheng waited outside, during which he signed several documents given by the hospital. After waiting for nearly an hour, he finally waited for the door in front of him to open and the doctor came out from inside.

Song Hansheng asked: "How is she?

Why do you suddenly vomit blood? "

The doctor's face was ugly, and he reprimanded subconsciously: "I'm so angry."

The shortness of breath is not just talking, the emotional excitement stimulates the heart, and the extreme anger will really vomit blood.

"Then how is she now?"

"Alive, but she's in terrible shape."

"Oops?"

Su Miao is a medical student, and her body has always been well maintained. Song Hansheng thought she would suffer a lot after being in prison for two years, but she would not be able to use the three words "terrible" to describe it.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, the doctor threw the examination report in front of his eyes and explained it with facts: "Her organs are declining, severe anemia, malnutrition, and there are new and old injuries on her body..." The doctor wanted Song Hansheng to feel intuitively. After a while, he took the person directly to the nursing room.

Song Hansheng looked at Su Miao lying on the bed, quietly, this was the first time Song Hansheng saw her so weak, as if she would disappear before his eyes in a second.

Song Hansheng suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and a strange premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

The doctor lifted a corner of the quilt and grabbed Su Miao's hand: "Her right hand, no, it's the nerves in her hands that have been destroyed. I will definitely not be able to do more detailed work in the future. Now that the weather is getting colder and colder, her The hand will also become more and more painful."

Song Hansheng knew that her hand was mutilated, but he never thought that it was as serious as the doctor said.