The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Tang Jiao knew he was dead.

She was waiting for her body.

More than a dozen ambulances rushed to the door of the hospital with their emergency lights flashing.

Doctors and nurses covered in blood pushed the bloody stretcher in and ran inside.

"Let's give up! Give up on the trouble ahead!"

The sound of opening a road quickly spread all the way to the waiting lobby and blocked the elevator passage.

When there were a lot of people, this formation instantly attracted everyone's attention. When they saw that there were almost bloody human bodies on a row of stretchers, the noise and anxiety reached its peak.

The old lady who had just taken the medicine screamed in surprise, stroking her heart and avoiding her eyes: "Amitabha, what a sin!"

Everyone was so frightened that they covered their mouths and whispered, but they couldn't help but poke their heads to look.

"Oh my god! Did someone kill someone?"

"There must be a big accident. Check the news quickly to see if there is any news!"

"Damn it, the one at the front! His internal organs are out. Is he still alive?"

Those who were brave enough walked closer and closer with their mobile phones in hand.

"Stop taking pictures, it's very ugly." Tang Jiao followed and murmured advice.

Several tall security guards rushed over and drove them away angrily before finally clearing the rescue channel.

The stretcher in the front row was pushed, and a slender blood-red hand hung down from the edge. The blood stains soaked into the white rabbit hair band on the wrist, followed the fingers and quickly turned into a pool of dark red on the ground, and spread into the elevator.

"Mom, is that little sister in pain?"

The little girl pointed to the bloody man above and raised her head to ask.

The woman followed and saw a face that had been crushed, deformed and bloody, with the outline of a teenager vaguely visible.

"Baby, don't look!"

"Yes, it hurts like hell." Tang Jiao nodded.

The little girl was hurriedly taken away by the woman, who covered her eyes. The hospital was full of people, but no one heard Tang Jiao's answer.

"I'm in so much pain."

Tang Jiao's bare feet continued to move slowly behind the blood stain, like a puppet being pulled forward. His pupils were dark, leaving a string of small red footprints.

She was wearing a snow-white embroidered dress with a goose-yellow daisy embroidered on her chest. Her long black hair lay on her chest like the cleanest little flower in the snow.

This is her favorite dress.

The red light on the door of rescue room No. 01 is on.

Squatting beside the door was a girl with messy hair and her whole body shaking from crying.

"Sure enough, it's Room 01 again."

Tang Jiao stood next to the girl, sighed softly, turned around and squatted down against the wall.

She moved as slowly as an octogenarian, not forgetting to carefully smooth out the folds of her skirt.

Tang Jiao sat huddled on the ground with his knees in his arms, tilting his head and looking blankly in the girl's direction.

Tang Mi's frightened and piercing cries made the pain in Tang Jiao's body that was constantly pounding bones and flesh become more severe, as if there was an evil ghost hiding in her body, swinging a sickle every second.

After a long period of severe pain, my body became numb, the pain tremors all over my body became slight, high-frequency and nervous, and my skirt was wet with cold sweat.

"Keep it up," Tang Jiao curled up his trembling body, buried his head in his knees as if he couldn't bear it, and comforted himself: "She will stop after a while."

Sure enough, 10 minutes later, Tang Mi stopped crying hysterically. She sniffed, raised her trembling eyes and stared blankly at the operating room, with a hint of cruelty gradually revealed in her red eyes.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from far away, and Tang Zhongyi hurried from home with Fang Fang, who was frightened and confused.

Seeing her little daughter crying all alone in front of the operating room, Fang Fang hugged her with heartache and said, "My dear daughter, stop crying."

Tang Zhongyi supported the mother and daughter who were crying together, "Is Mimi not injured? Where is my sister? Aren't you going shopping? Why did she get into a car accident!"

When Tang Jiao saw Tang Zhongyi and his wife, her eyes instantly turned red. She trembled and stood up holding on to the wall. The violent movement caused severe pain from the tearing of her skin, muscles, and bones.

A crack appeared out of thin air on his flawless face, and cold drops of blood kept pouring out and then rolled down quickly.

"Dad, Mom..."

Tang Jiao murmured, with a mixture of joy and sadness in her eyes. She raised her hands tremblingly, then stopped helplessly in mid-air.

No one heard her, no one hugged her.

She could only look at her once-close family members, who were hugging each other tightly.

"Originally, my sister and I agreed to go to the amusement park, but my sister suddenly lost her temper and started whining..."

"No! I didn't!"

Tang Jiao loudly refuted Tang Mi's words.

"It's all my fault! It's all my fault. My sister pushed me and I couldn't hold her back." Tang Mi sobbed and buried herself in Fang Fang's arms.

"She lied! Dad! Mom! I didn't! I'm here!"

Tang Jiao was anxious and aggrieved, and tears fell from Xingyuan's eyes, "Tang Mi, why are you lying again! Look at me! Why can't you see me!"

As she spoke, she rushed towards the three of them, but her frail body passed through them like a transparent body.

Like countless times before.

The endless pain and fear finally defeated the 16-year-old girl. She cried hoarsely, and the tears flowing from her eyes were no longer white tears, but tears of blood.

For seven days, she was trapped in this hospital, trapped in the cycle of car accident and death.

"My sister lost her temper and accidentally rushed into the road..."

"Sign the critical illness notice and make psychological preparations for the families of the injured."

"The situation is very dangerous. Even if the prognosis is very poor, you must be mentally prepared for the cost of subsequent surgeries, which may require dozens of repair surgeries..."

"Sorry, doctor, let's think about it..."

"Give up, this child Jiaojiao is already in poor health."

The severe pain finally made Tang Jiao unable to support her body, and she fell to the ground.

The evil ghost wielding a sickle finally tore away the mask of fantasy, and the real pain of a tragic car accident tore his body apart. Blood surged out from the bone-deep cracks, instantly dyeing the snow-white skirt red.

Pieces of flesh and blood were peeled off from the skin, and the broken internal organs, whose tissues were indistinguishable, flowed all over the floor.

Tang Jiao's eyes gradually stiffened through the blood mist, focusing on the tip of the pen where he signed the consent form to give up rescuing, and his pale lips moved silently.

"why……"

Over and over again, my body was crushed by heavy wheels, and I felt the hot blood drain away from the broken body and become cold.

Repeatedly experiencing the despair of seeing someone give up by a loved one.

"The ending will not change..."

His vision gradually blurred, and the ringing buzzing sound came again in his ears. As he lay dying, Tang Jiao felt a sense of utter fear and despair.

"Ah——! Don't come again! Let me die!"

drop--

"Master! Are you okay? If she does it again, her soul will be shattered into pieces, and then we will be doomed!"

In the void, a young voice urged in a panic.

"Okay, okay! That person's fate has been reconnected. Put this girl back quickly. The old man is exhausted."

"Master! Then their numerology will be tied up?"

The white-bearded old man beat his waist and said with a guilty conscience: "Oh, there is no other way..."