Reborn 1980

Da Lei thought it was Da Liu and Xiao Bu Dian who had returned with the hemostatic medicine.

He turned around and scolded: "You two are going to die! I didn't know I was injured and you were quiet... who are you?!"

A group of unknown people suddenly appeared in front of them. All of these people had sinister expressions on their faces, and the guns they held were pointed at them.

Da Lei jumped up and hid behind his brother, while touching his waist.

Usually his gun is stuck in his waist, but now his waist is empty. Where can Da Lei, who is only wearing pants, find a gun?

The other brothers carried guns with them, but before they could take out their guns, they were already under control and all the guns were taken away.

Chang Zhen led people to tie up these people. As soon as Jiang Leng entered the room, his eyes were completely attracted to the figure in red lying beside the wall.

After so many years, that image is still etched in my mind and I have never forgotten it.

The back figure in his memory overlapped with that of the woman in front of him. Jiang Leng had no time to rejoice before he began to feel heartache.

She lay motionless on the ground, not knowing whether to live or die.

Jiang Leng squatted beside her and turned her body over very gently.

Feng Wu's face came into view. Although her eyes were closed and her face was swollen from being beaten, Jiang Leng could still recognize it at a glance. Yes, this was his Feng Wu!

Time has a tendency to favor those beautiful faces, and they will become very gentle when it passes over their faces.

For more than 20 years, Feng Wu's appearance has not changed much, except that she has lost some of her tenderness and grown a few white hairs.

Jiang Leng's trembling hands hung on her swollen face and he didn't dare to touch her. He was afraid of hurting her.

His Feng Wu had always loved being beautiful and clean. Now not only were her clothes and hair messy, one side was swollen from being beaten, there was a big bulge on her forehead, and the fingerprints on her neck were clearly visible.

Chang Zhen packed up Da Lei and the others and stood silently beside Jiang Leng. He saw Jiang Leng hugging Feng Wu. Feng Wu's hand was hanging weakly, motionless. Jiang Leng picked up her hand and put it on her. As soon as he let go of his waist, her hand fell to the ground again.

The most deadly thing about her was the five-fingerprint on her neck. The five-fingerprint was dark purple in color and swollen, as if a big purple hand was still stuck in her throat.

It can be seen how frightened and desperate what she just experienced was to her!

Seeing this scene, Chang Zhen's throat was choked and he was speechless.

Judging from his many years of experience, Feng Wu is gone.

Even if he still has breath left, he can't be saved.

He could see it, and Jiang Leng must also be able to see it, so Jiang Leng's mood at this time... Chang Zhen didn't dare to think about it.

Chang Zhen looked at the group of people tied up with cold eyes, as if looking at a group of dead people.

These people should never have touched Master Jiang's heart.

Chang Zhen could already predict the fate of these people, and he had even smelled the strong smell of blood in advance.

It's a pity that Mr. Jiang finally met the person deep in his heart after more than 20 years. He thought it would be a happy encounter, but he didn't expect it to be a complete farewell.

"Why don't you rescue him quickly?" Mo Bei stepped forward and asked.

Chang Zhen stretched out his hand to stop Mo Bei and whispered, "Shall we go out? Let Master Jiang say a few final words of farewell to Miss Feng Wu."

Mo Bei stared at Jiang Leng's back and frowned and asked, "The person you finally found is just watching her leave?"

He saw Jiang Leng hugging Feng Wu and reaching out to explore her neck, then holding her and staring at her, as if she was petrified.

There seemed to be a strong aura of sadness condensed around Jiang Leng's body. This aura was invisible and intangible, but it could be felt clearly.

Chang Zhen was shocked after hearing what Mo Bei said. This is what happened, so don't make it so clear, okay?How could Mr. Jiang stand hearing this?

He grabbed Mo Bei's arm and pushed it out, lowering his voice and saying, "What else can we do? People are already like this, can't you see that? People are dying!"

Mo Bei remained unmoved, "If you don't try, how will you know if it's really going to die? What if? What if you can survive?"

Mo Bei had seen Gu Anran save people with his own eyes, and she had also taught him how to save people in critical moments. If he hadn't learned it, it would be fine. Since Anran had taught him, he had to give it a try.

He knew that if An Ran was following, she would definitely try to save people.

This is the person An Ran has been looking for for many days!If he didn't try his best to save her, he would be sorry for what An Ran suffered these days.

"..." Chang Zhen took a breath. In this situation, even if they brought a doctor, they couldn't save him. Mo Bei was not usually a talkative person, so why did he talk so much today?

"What can you do?" Jiang Leng turned his head and stared at Mo Bei with his deep eyes.

Mo Beidao: "An Ran taught me first aid, I want to try it."

Jiang Leng didn't pause and nodded slightly at him, "Come here."

After receiving permission, Mo Bei hurried forward.

"Master Jiang, hold up her feet so that they are slightly higher than her body."

"it is good."

The five finger prints on Feng Wu's neck were swollen high. Mo Bei reached out and touched it, but his pulse could no longer be felt.

No wonder Jiang Leng hugged Feng Wu silently after touching her neck just now.

The carotid artery could not even be touched. In this case, even before he knew An Ran, he would have thought it was time to prepare for the funeral.

After getting to know An Ran, he learned from her that it was possible for people who were in danger because of holding their breath to save their lives through correct rescue methods.

Mo Bei used the chest compression method his wife taught him to kneel on the ground and rescued Feng Wu for four to five minutes. Everyone looked here quietly, even Da Lei and the others did not dare to say anything. With.

Everyone in Jiang Leng prayed silently in their hearts: I hope a miracle will be born!

Dalei and others murmured in their hearts: Are these people crazy?Why do you keep pressing on a dead person?Everyone is dead, can they still be saved?

As time passed by, Feng Wu was still like a lifeless rag doll, motionless.

The word "Chuan" between Jiang Leng's brows became deeper and deeper.

Mo Bei continued to press, and Jiang Leng wanted to say many times: Forget it, don't waste your efforts. If you have this time, you might as well let me have a few words with her alone. Maybe her soul has not gone far, maybe she Can still hear it.

But he couldn't say anything to stop Mo Bei. He also wanted to wait for a miracle to happen.

"Cough..." A very slight cough suddenly sounded.

So slight that they thought it was auditory hallucinations.

Mo Bei stopped pressing and turned to look at Jiang Leng. Jiang Leng nodded, his eyes brimming with excitement, "I heard it too!"

Mo Bei pressed his fingers on Feng Wu's neck, looking a little weird, "But I still can't feel the pulse of her arteries. Did we hear it wrong just now? Maybe that cough wasn't hers?"

"It's her!" Jiang Leng said firmly.