Little Terrified Bun

In the cold corridor of the hospital, the smell of blood mixed with the smell of disinfectant water made people sick.

When Wei Zhe received Wei Jing's call, he was in a meeting. Hearing what he said, he immediately suspended the meeting and drove over in a hurry.

The man stood panting on the other side of the corridor, looking at the restless teenager under the light, his brows subconsciously frowned when his eyes swept over the bandage.He walked in front of the boy, slowed down his tone, "It's all right!"

Wei Jing shook his head dully, his face was still smeared with blood, and the bright red color set off that pale little face, which gave people a shocking feeling.

"It's fine, it's fine." Wei Zhe stretched out his hand and hugged the young man into his arms, his fingertips trembling, his face was not much better than Wei Jing's?God knows how fast his heart beat when he received the call and heard the person on the other side say that he was on his way to the hospital!

In the blink of time, it seemed as if he had returned to the previous life. He received a call from Wei Jing's mobile phone number, hid his joy in his heart, and put on a cold and arrogant look, thinking of you apologizing, I will forgive you, the next second , was told indifferently that Wei Jing was dead.

Not a joke, not a prank, but really dead, turned into a cold corpse, unable to cry, laugh or speak.

His body will be sent to the crematorium, reduced to an uncontrollable ashes.

One moment heaven, one moment hell.

But so.

And now, all over again, is history going to repeat itself?

Fortunately, the young man's last words saved him and pulled him out of the terrible nightmare. After he hung up the phone and came back to his senses, Wei Zhe discovered that in this hot summer day, a layer of cold sweat broke out from his back, and he pulled his shirt off. All partly wet.

He hugged her for several minutes, the warm breath and weight in his arms reassured him.

"How is Wei Min?" He said while taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, trying to wipe off the blood on the boy's face.

"Wei Min...I don't know, but a lot of blood...he shed a lot of blood..." Wei Jing raised his head, his dark eyes were no longer able to shed tears, and seemed to be numb, "He won't die, yes No? Obviously he was alive and well before...Obviously...Obviously the one who deserves to die is me."

"It's going to be all right, it's going to be all right."

Although it is a bit immoral to say so, it can even be said to be despicable, but Wei Zhe at this time is very glad that Wei Jing is still in his arms, and the person lying in the cold operating room is not him, which is great!He can still talk to him.

Xu Gen and He Di followed Wei Zhe closely. He Di's eyes were red and his complexion was ashen. It could be seen that he had cried several times on the way.

It was the first time Xu Gen and Wei Min met, and they didn't have any feelings for him, they were just a little bit embarrassed, what a nice person!There was an accident, and there was no warning at all.

During the period, the door of the operating room was opened and closed, closed and opened several times, and the nurses who came and went were in a hurry. Even through the masks, they could see their anxious emotions.Every time the door was opened, Wei Jing and the others' eyes would glow with a huge light, and as time went by, the light became dimmer and dimmer.

The fiery red sun had already set, and it was dark outside, like a monster.

Every minute and every second became extremely slow at this moment, like a jammed tape, walking forward intermittently.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the emergency room was suddenly pushed open, and the doctor with a haggard face pulled off his mask and said, "There is no life-threatening condition for the time being. The patient's left foot and head are seriously injured, and he may stay behind in the future." For sequelae, please be mentally prepared, he will wake up after the anesthesia is over, he should have fever symptoms in the past few days..."

"That doctor... I want to ask, what is the sequelae? Is it serious?" Wei Jing said cautiously, even breathing a little lighter.

"He has a deep wound on his face, which will leave scars later. As for his feet...it depends on the later treatment. If he recovers well, he will have no problem walking,"

Wei Jing's foot was weak and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Wei Zhe behind him helped him in time. If he recovers well, will he be able to walk?What if the recovery is not good?Then what did Wei Min become?A... crippled, disabled man.

The doctors had already left, and Wei Min was pushed into the intensive care unit. He looked very pitiful at this moment, his whole face was wrapped in bandages, only the eyes, ears, lips and nose were exposed, and many tubes were inserted into his body. The machine quietly displayed the boy's heartbeat and blood pressure.

"It will be fine, we invite the best doctor to come here." Wei Zhe hugged the person in his arms tightly, and comforted him softly: "We can do surgery on the face, and now that the plastic surgery industry is developed, we can slowly improve the legs. Zhi, it will be all right."

"Brother." Wei Jing pulled out such a sentence from his throat, "Have you forgotten what Wei Min likes to do most?"

Wei Zhe was silent.

In his previous life, Wei Min’s favorite thing to do was to travel while taking pictures. He was like a spinning top, spinning around the world non-stop. When he saw something he liked, he wanted to eat it. When he saw a beautiful scenery, he wanted to keep it in his pocket. under the lens.

And now... where can Wei Min, who has bad legs, go?

What the doctor said is very clear. Even if he recovers well, he can only walk, run, and exercise for a long time. I am afraid that his legs will not be able to bear it at all.

Not only that, such a leg injury, if it is rainy in the future, the pain will be unbearable, as if someone took a razor and scraped your flesh and blood inside, making you wish to break your leg apart and use your hands to remove it. Knead it.

A lifetime of constant pain.

Weeping too much, Wei Jing's tears have already dried up, his eyes silently looked through the glass window to see Wei Min who was as quiet as a mummy inside, he even wanted to roar loudly, why did you save me?Don't you hate me?Why don't you just keep hating it?

Why do you have to pay such a high price for me?