My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Jiang Jiusheng still had a cigarette in his hand and did not light it. He was silent for a long time, suppressing his voice: The two car accident patients who were sent here just now are Mo Bing's parents.

The door was pushed open suddenly.

Mo Bing supported the wall, bit her lips tightly, holding back the big tears in her eyes, and took a deep breath: Shengsheng, what did you say?

Jiang Jiusheng supported her, and said every word solemnly: Listen well, Mo Bing, you can't fall down. Uncle and aunt's operation requires your signature. You must stand up for me.

She could hardly stand still, her body was on the verge of falling, she was holding on, her hands were tightly grasping Jiang Jiusheng's clothes, and her pale lips were bleeding from her bite.

Sheng Sheng,

As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice trembled, and her whole body trembled. She seemed to be holding on to the last straw, and squeezed Jiang Jiusheng's hand tightly: Can Shi Jin be the one to do the surgery? No, Let him save my parents, let him help me.

The tone was almost pleading.

How desperate she was, she couldn't see any freshness in her eyes.

Jiang Jiusheng squeezed her hand tightly, and nodded vigorously: Yeah, it's Shi Jin, he's the surgeon, he's good at medicine, he'll be fine.

With red eyes, Mo Bing also nodded, her legs softened, and she sat on the ground.

Lin Anzhi squatted beside her, she didn't cry, but he burst into tears.

In the operating room, the broken heart rate line on the monitor suddenly dropped, and a rapid alarm sounded.

The anesthesiologist's eyelids twitched violently: The patient's arteries were bleeding heavily, his heart rate dropped rapidly, and his blood pressure was below 60.

Under the shadowless operation lamp, Shi Jin did not raise his head, his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, he raised his hand: Tweezers.

The assistant physician immediately handed over the tweezers.

Shi Jin's movements became faster and faster, and head nurse Liu's heart was hanging in his throat, and he hurriedly wiped the sweat of the surgeon.

Hemostatic forceps. Shi Jin's voice was calm, without any waves.

Dr. Cui had just handed over the hemostat when the anesthetist next to the monitor said urgently, The patient's heartbeat has stopped!

The medical staff in the operating room gasped.

The patient was a car accident patient with damaged pericardium, ruptured aorta, heavy bleeding, extremely difficult operation, and a success rate of less than 10%.

During the operation, the patient suffered cardiac arrest.

almost impossible...

Shi Jin didn't stop moving, and the speed of stitching on his hand became faster and faster: Strengthen the rehydration.

Dr. Cui immediately followed suit.

Shi Jin said again: Resuscitate the heart.

Pause sutures and begin CPR on the patient.

After repeating it more than a dozen times, the broken heart rate line on the monitor still did not move. Dr. Cui became a little anxious: There is still no heartbeat.

Everyone was a little panicked, but Shi Jin was calm and composed, wearing a mask, with long eyelashes drooping, silhouetted on his eyelids, blood all over the sterile gloves, and he continued methodically: Maintain artificial circulation.

electric shock.

260 watts.

three times.

continue.

300 watts, go ahead.

Shi Jin's voice was the only one in the operating room, and every word was unhurried, as if the god who ruled life and death, all succession and succession were under his control. Hostility, but elegant and profound, a gentleman is like a gentleman.

Doctor Shi, the heartbeat has recovered! The anesthesiologist was overjoyed and almost screamed out.

Shi Jin said lightly, Needle holder.

Dr. Cui handed it over immediately, and his beating heart calmed down a bit.

Ball-tip scalpel.

Vascular forceps.

...

In the soft sound of the infusion, Shi Jin's voice was tepid, as calm as a tiny stone thrown into a calm lake.

Three hours later, Mo Bing's mother was pushed out of the operating room, and the chief surgeon was Director Wu of General Surgery.

Director Wu breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the patient's family: The operation was successful, and we can transfer to the general ward.

The patient's family members were also wearing hospital gowns, and she was so thin that a gust of wind could blow her down. She was extremely calm, but her eyes were bleak, and she just said, Thank you.

Mo Bing's mother was transferred to the general ward, and Ming Yao was watching over her.

Mo Bing stood guard outside the operating room of Cardiac Surgery.

Her father's pericardium was injured and he was bleeding heavily. Shi Jin performed the surgery. The operation lasted eight hours. When Shi Jin came out of the operating room, it was already dark.

There were blood stains on his sterile surgical gown.

Mo Bing still had water hanging from his wrist, his hospital gown was wrapped in a thick cotton padded jacket, his short hair was short of his shoulders, his thin face was only the size of a palm, and it was as pale as rice paper for painting.

Jiang Jiusheng was by her side.

Mo Bing asked: How is my father?

Shi Jin glanced at Jiang Jiusheng, his brows not loosened: It's still in danger, and complications may occur within 24 hours. After a pause, he lowered his voice, Please be mentally prepared.

Mo Bing staggered, held Jiang Jiusheng's hand, and said nothing.

Lin Anzhi stood far behind, stepped forward, then retracted, repeated, but never dared to approach, what qualifications did he have...

Seventeen hours later, Shi Jin issued the first critical illness notice.

Mo Bing stayed outside the intensive care unit, never leaving her. Jiang Jiusheng stayed with her and didn't say a word, but every once in a while, the nurse would come over to help Mo Bing change the medicine on the infusion stand.

She sat there for a long time, and suddenly called out lightly: Anzhi.

Lin Anzhi immediately went to her side, knelt down and looked at her: Huh?

She lowered her head, murmuring, or talking to herself: It's all my fault.

No. Lin Anzhi shook his head vigorously, holding her hand tightly, It's not you, it has nothing to do with you.

Mo Bing continued to murmur as if he didn't hear it, his voice seemed to be floating in the air, the wind was blowing, ethereal and powerless: Before the car accident, my mother and I talked on the phone. She was on vacation with her father because she couldn't worry about us. The turning point has come to Jiangbei. She raised her eyelids, tears finally couldn't hold back, and fell fiercely, It's all me, and it's all because of me.

Lin Anzhi shook his head in a panic, the despair in his eyes gradually covered the brilliance. For a moment, the vicissitudes of life were desolate. As soon as he opened his mouth, he choked up: I don't blame you, it's all my fault, it's my fault.

Anzhi, Mo Bing looked up, looked at him, and said calmly, Let's break it off.

Twenty-seven hours after the operation, Mo Bing's father regained consciousness and was out of danger. Then, she fell down and slept for two full days, and when she woke up again, she was in a trance, so thin that she lost her appearance.

All the reporters who squatted at the entrance of the hospital that day, Tianyu Media sued the court for the crime of intentional injury.

Jiang Jiusheng issued a statement that Mo Bing was injured and all activities were suspended.

On the Internet, the popularity of actor Lin Anzhi's cheating on gold medal agent Mo Bing has never been lowered, and the three parties involved have not spoken out so far.

On the third day after the incident, Lin Anzhi went to Warner Pictures.

Outside the president's room, the secretary said, Mr. Wen, Lin Anzhi is here.

Wen Shuning sat upright on the boss's chair, with a relaxed posture, as if he had a plan in mind, without any surprise, got up, walked to the sofa, sat down: Let him in.

Lin Anzhi entered the office, and the door was closed.

Wen Shuning raised his head and smiled, I knew you would come back.

He was dressed in black, with long hair covering his eyes: Did you find those reporters?

As soon as he spoke, his voice was hoarse and dry, without a trace of warmth, like ice piercing the heart, bitingly cold.

Wen Shuning admitted it grandly: Yes.

Lin Anzhi's shoulders stiffened for a moment, he raised his head, revealing a pair of eyes, extremely stern.

Wen Shuning, he strode forward, Go to hell.

words fall——

He took out a knife from under his coat, rushed forward, and stabbed Wen Shuning's stomach fiercely with red eyes.

The sunset at dusk is a faint orange red, and the sunset in the west, which has sunk half a shape, is glowing red, hiding in the horizon bit by bit, and the evening wind is hot, and there are clouds in the sky, as if the sky is about to change .

Jiang Jiusheng pushed open the door and walked into the ward.

Mo Bing's father is not awake yet, and lives in the same ward with his mother. Yun Shi is already asleep. Mo Bing is sitting in a wheelchair, in front of the window, watching the sunset outside the high-rise building. Crimson, her thin face only added a tinge of blood.

Jiang Jiusheng stepped forward: Mo Bing.

She also looked out the window: Well.

Jiang Jiusheng said, Lin Anzhi is in jail.

She fell silent.

After a long time, she said softly: Oh.

She withdrew her gaze, pushed the wheelchair, moved to her father's hospital bed, wiped her father's hands with a handkerchief, lowered her head, tears fell into the basin.

The sky suddenly changed outside the window, with dark clouds.

It has been raining for several days. During the rainy season, the cities in the south are always wet, with continuous drizzle and lingering rain.

Mo Bing was still in the hospital. A week later, Jiang Jiusheng announced that the manager beside him had changed. It was Yuwen Chongchong's personal secretary, Hu Mingyu. Hu Mingyu had experience as a manager and temporarily took over Mo Bing's job.

There are endless rumors about right and wrong on the Internet. The matter of Tianyu Media suing the media has also been discussed for a long time inside and outside the circle. Everyone does not know the inside story, there are no photos, and there is no monitoring. The whole case is kept secret. In short, the momentum seems to be dead those reporters.

After all, the Yuwen family has a head and a face, and if they want to cover up the inside story, no matter how hard the media digs, they can't find any useful hot spots, so they divert their attention, and all the blame is directed at Tianyu's gold medal manager again.

At a film festival, a reporter asked Jiang Jiusheng about Mo Bing.

Shengsheng, about your manager—

Jiang Jiusheng interrupted, his eyes, which were originally emotionless, were flickering: I want to ask if she is a third party?

The reporter shut his mouth in embarrassment, being at a loss by the sudden drop in air pressure.

Jiang Jiusheng didn't seem to see the reporter's embarrassment, and said, No. She raised the volume and looked at the camera, There are so many media today, let me say something through your camera, my agent didn't get involved Anyone's feelings, in the future, if there is no evidence, whoever makes a rumor, see you in court.

Everyone present was silent, and the spotlights flickered wildly, reflecting Jiang Jiusheng standing on the red carpet, with those cold and beautiful peach blossom eyes shining like stars.

After that day, newspapers suffered disaster one after another. Jiang Jiusheng's studio issued several rights protection statements in a row, and directly resolved it with the law.

The popularity of Mo Bing's topic has dropped a lot, but there are still many keyboard gangs chasing and criticizing. Photos of Mo Bing and Lin Anzhi going in and out of apartments and hospitals are still circulating on the Internet, and Xiao San's remarks can't be suppressed.

Later, Tianyu's official Weibo came out to refute the rumors, and frankly confessed the relationship between Mo Bing and Lin Anzhi, just two words: brother and sister.

At the back, a group photo of the two when they were teenagers, a family portrait, and a proof of household registration are attached.

When the news came out, several Weibo celebrities who attacked Mo Bing as a third party online and media newspapers apologized, but it was too late.

Jiang Jiusheng was sent to court one by one to sue to the end.

Half a month later, the weather cleared up, and Mo Bing's parents' condition was basically stable, and they needed to stay in the hospital for rest, but the two insisted on being transferred back to Picheng. Mo Bing went back with him, and she didn't tell anyone except Jiang Jiusheng.

It was cloudy that day.

Only Jiang Jiusheng went to see her off. There were people coming and going at the train station. Mo Bing refused to let her see her off, so he parked the car in a secluded corner. Mo Bing didn't bring anything. Her luggage was still in Lin Anzhi's apartment. No more, let Mingyao throw it away.

The wind was so strong that it bulged her clothes, and Mo Bing lost a lot of weight, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

Jiang Jiusheng wore sunglasses and a mask, so she couldn't see the emotion in her eyes: Will you come back?

Mo Bing smiled at her: Of course.

There was a lot to say, Jiang Jiusheng was silent for a long time, but only said three words: I'll wait for you.

Mo Bing stepped forward and hugged her, his voice floated in the wind, very ethereal: Shengsheng, thank you. There are so many thanks, and when we parted, I don't know how to thank them.

Jiang Jiusheng, if you distract her, she will show her sincerity and be a friend. You are lucky. Mo Bing thought that she would never meet someone better than Jiang Jiusheng again.

Don't think about anything when you get home, she patted her on the shoulder, Forget about it, huh?

I can't forget it. The wind was so strong that the eye sockets were red. Mo Bing let go of her hand and took a few steps back. She said, I will come back when I stop crying.

After finishing speaking, she waved to Jiang Jiusheng and walked into the crowd.

At the station where people come and go, pedestrians are in a hurry, the wind blows and shakes the hem of their clothes, the sky is cloudy, there are no shadows on the ground, the humidity of the yellow plum season has not dissipated, and the air is still cold.

After parting, I realized that there are still many things left unsaid. Looking at strange passers-by, I suddenly felt emotional.

After entering the station, Mo Bing's mother sat in front of the bed, held her husband's hand, and called Mo Bing to her side: Baby, don't hate anyone, don't blame anyone, the days are still long, just live, it will pass of.

Mo Bing lay on his mother's lap, crying bitterly.

Jiang Jiusheng returned to the car, took off his sunglasses, his eyes were red.

Shi Jin looked at her face: Crying?

No, the wind blows. Jiang Jiusheng frowned, looking at the crowded sea of ​​people, It's uncomfortable.

He hugged her into his arms and patted her on the back without saying anything.

After calming down, Jiang Jiusheng asked Shi Jin: Lin Anzhi entered the detention center, why is there no news? Who blocked it?

Shi Jin said, Wen Shuning.

Wen Shuning was stabbed by Lin Anzhi. He didn't hurt his vitals, but he lost a layer of skin. He lay in the hospital for half a month. Cover up tightly.

Jiang Jiusheng was surprised: She hasn't given up yet?

Shi Jin nodded: That woman is a lunatic. The members of the Wen family became more and more ruthless when they became crazy.

Jiang Jiusheng thought for a moment, then looked up at Shi Jin: If it's not too troublesome, can you help him once?

Lin Anzhi cared too much about Mo Bing, and when things got to this point, it was impossible to be rational. She was afraid that Lin Anzhi would go to Wen Shuning and die together when he came out of the detention center.

Shengsheng, I don't like to be nosy. Jiang Jiusheng wanted to say nothing more, but Shi Jin changed the topic, However, I also hate people who make you unhappy.

Jiangbei City Detention Center.

Across a glass wall, Lin Anzhi had a scruffy beard, a desolate body, wearing a prison uniform. He was emaciated and dispirited. With lifeless eyes, two clusters of flames burned more and more intensely.

He stared at the person opposite, like a wild beast, as if he would smash the glass at some point, jump out, and ruthlessly tear the other person's neck.

After being seriously injured, Wen Shuning's face was still sick, with no blood, pale complexion, which was in stark contrast to the lipstick on his lips, and outlined a smile that was not a smile: I didn't kill me with a knife, didn't I? pity?

Lin Anzhi kicked the stool, turned his head and left, there was no need to play around, he just wanted to kill her.

Wen Shuning said in a calm manner: Mo Bing came to look for me.

He stopped suddenly.

The person behind raised his eyelids, and continued to say slowly: She said that she and you are impossible in this life, so let me withdraw the lawsuit and let you go.

His back was stiff, trembling for a moment, his hands were clenched into fists, his teeth were gritted, and his mouth was fishy and sweet.

The walking dead man came to life as soon as he spoke of the cinnabar in his heart. Wen Shuning got up and pressed his aching abdomen, the wound was painful and itchy, and it was like a knife was scraping in his heart, it was also painful and itchy.

It's not happy at all.

She propped herself up, facing the hole in the soundproof glass, raised her voice: I can withdraw the lawsuit, but you have to be engaged to me.

Lin Anzhi turned his head when he heard the words, his eyes were like beasts, with evil spirit and aggression: Aren't you afraid of death?

Wen Shuning met his hot gaze impartially: I don't think you will. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, flamboyant and reckless, Do you dare to bet with me once?

She understands this man, and when he is pushed to a corner, his heart will become stronger.

They are the same kind of people.

Lin Anzhi scoffed coldly: Crazy.

Yes, they are all crazy.

Wen Shuning was noncommittal, and answered the words calmly: I never realized that I would be so insane before. Even before I discovered Mo Bing's existence, I thought about letting you lie to me for the rest of my life. She smiled, red lips Ru Lie Yan said, Lin Anzhi, you made me who I am now. I don't want to be deceived. I want to trap you.

In addition to her life, he still wants something, and this is her bargaining chip. As long as he still has desires, whether based on hatred or ambition, and he can't let go, then she can hold him tightly.

She asked him, Do you dare? Play with me.

Don't you want revenge?

Then we will die together, and we will be entangled for a lifetime.

In the afternoon, another person came to the detention center.

The police officer in charge of meeting and registering prisoners checked the information and asked, Who are you seeing?

It was Zhao Tengfei, the deputy team leader of the criminal investigation team, who personally brought people over and said, Lin Anzhi.

It was Lin Anzhi again.

Lin Anzhi's number of prison visits for today is gone, let him come back tomorrow.

Zhao Tengfei leaned closer and covered his mouth: It's the sixth young master of the Qin family.

The Sixth Young Master of the Qin family has a big name, especially in the police station. He is the focus of attention in capital letters and bold. Can you stop him? Can't!

The police officer took out the registration form: What evil wind is blowing today, why did it bring all the Qin family here?

Zhao Tengfei hehehe, he doesn't know what evil wind has been blowing recently, their Captain Huo and Shi Jin, who looked like a devil in every way, are getting closer and closer, and they seem to be calling each other brothers and working together.

Because the visitor was Shi Jin, he specially made it easier for him, opened a meeting room, and served a cup of tea, the best Tieguanyin in the institute.

Shi Jin sat upright with a relaxed posture: Do you want to go out?

Lin Anzhi didn't respond.

Shi Jin picked up the teacup and took a sip: Do you want to take revenge?

He looked up immediately.

Well, it's good to know revenge.

Shi Jin was not in a hurry, as if he was staying out of the matter, without any emotion, and added: Not only the three lives of your Lin family, but also your children, and also. Slowly parting his lips, Mo Bing's parents.

Lin Anzhi dilated his pupils: What do you mean?

Wen Shuning has been staring at Mo Bing's parents for three months. The car accident was not an accident.

After Shi Jin finished speaking, Lin Anzhi's angry eyes widened, bloodshot eyes, clenched fists, making the sound of bones squeezing.

He's full of evil spirits and just wants to kill.

I'm afraid that someone has gone out, and I don't have the patience to think long-term. Shengsheng's worries are correct. Compared with planning carefully and using correct and legal means to retaliate, Lin Anzhi, who was under heavy blows, is obviously more inclined to be violent and direct, such as perishing together. , murder and arson and the like.

Shi Jin asked lightly, You want to kill her?

Lin Anzhi gritted his teeth and asked back, Didn't she deserve to die?

He deserves to be killed, but whoever says he deserves to be killed must be killed. To deal with a lunatic, of course he must be crazier than anyone else.

Shi Jin threw out two words in a nonchalant manner: Stupid. His voice was languid and calm, with a bit of coldness in it, like an outsider, calm and elegant, Finally The best way is not to kill someone, but to let the other party die without getting their hands dirty.

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Wen Shuning is a lunatic! Her family education is like this, if you can't get it, it will be ruined.

Starting tomorrow, we sprinkle sugar happily.