can not help

What Jiang Fanyi hates the most in his life is the car. His parents died in a car accident many years ago, so even if he has a driver's license, he can't drive it.Whenever he has to drive, he can be a driver even when he is stumped, but this driver drives very slowly, basically the speed will not exceed 50, and the car behind him will always overtake him and open the window to spit him, but he doesn't do it Move, still run in my own way, even if others bully me and scold me, I will not move.Gradually, people around guessed that he was unable to drive normally because of the psychological shadow caused by his parents, and they would not look for him unless they had to.

But today, Jiang Fanyi, who was driving the car, seemed to be a completely different person. He basically never let go of his foot on the gas pedal. He usually had a hippie smile on his face, but now his face was covered with dark clouds, and the person sitting next to him was scared Cui Yu didn't dare to breathe.

When Jiang Fan answered the phone, Cui Yu was beside him, and the other two followed.He knew who it was on the phone call, and he knew what happened, so when Jiang Fanyi asked him to change the driver, the whole car didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart, and even conspired whether Jiang Fanyi wanted to murder him. Quan usurped the throne, so he deliberately drove himself to delay the time.When the car was really speeding in the car, all the conspiracy theories completely dissipated, bullshit psychological shadow, Jiang Fanyi's driving skills turned out to be so good, so he drove like a bear before deliberately in order not to cheat?

Murong Ling made a good estimate. It took Jiang Fanyi about half an hour to arrive at the place under the condition of dragging the car all the way, but the situation at the scene was really tragic.

When Jiang Fan came over, the battle was over. He first saw the scrapped car under a big tree. The clothes leaning on the seat in the car looked familiar, but he also knew that if Murong Ling would He didn't know how many times he died, so he didn't stay long, and looked down the traces left on the snow. He felt like the policeman who arrived at the scene belatedly in the movie.When he finally saw the person, he was only 50 meters away, but he didn't have the courage to go any further.Qian Shucheng opened up his down jacket, and hugged a person tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, the body temperature of the person he held in his arms would be taken away by the snowflakes that continued to surround him.

Who is Qian Shucheng holding in his arms?Why not move?Whose blood is on the ground?

Hearing the voice, Qian Shucheng tightened his protective arms and raised his head vigilantly.Through the snow curtain, he struggled to distinguish who was coming, and shouted: "Come here quickly! Why are you standing there in a daze!"

Jiang Fan was awakened in a flash, and ran over with three steps and two steps with his long legs, but the person in Qian Shucheng's arms moved only when he heard the cry, and struggled to sit up.

Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, but the glaring bloodstains on the snow made him feel hazy after all, and then he said, "How is it, sir? Where did you get hurt?"

Qian Shucheng's tone was a little flustered, while trying to get up and hug the person in his arms, at the same time he was afraid that his movements would lose the temperature of his arms, so he said with chaotic logic: "Go to the hospital quickly, he has bled a lot, we Hurry up, he was shot, I tied it with a scarf, let's go to the hospital quickly."

Jiang Fan took the person in Qian Shucheng's hand one by one, as if he was not picking up a man over 1.8 meters tall, Qian Shucheng subconsciously wanted to stop him, but Jiang Fanyi had already stepped towards the man who stopped the car He ran to the position and said while running: "You guys check the surroundings first, wait a minute for Luan Bin and the others to come and clean up what needs to be dealt with, Qian Shucheng quickly follow, cover him with the down jacket quickly, he is like this you Are you still taking him to sit in the snow and thinking that he didn't die fast enough!"

He said this completely to vent his anger, and he didn't even consider where else he could sit in this forest except on the snow.

After getting into the car, Jiang Fan took off all the clothes he could take off and covered Murong Ling, and stepped on the gas pedal to the end and rushed to the hospital.Sitting in the back seat, Qian Shucheng hugged Murong Ling into his arms, as if this person would disappear otherwise, his eyes were red as if they were about to bleed.

As soon as Jiang Fan took out the mobile phone from his pocket and threw it to Qian Shucheng, he said in a cold tone, "Look for Shen Yuqing in the address book, and ask him to get ready, we'll be there in ten minutes."

Qian Shucheng looked up, with an expression of what do you mean, it took 30 minutes to come to support, and it took only 10 minutes to go to the hospital?If it was 10 minutes earlier, as long as 10 minutes, Murong Ling might not be injured.

Jiang Fan drove the car on his own. There was no sound from the back seat, and he said in a bad tone, "Hurry up? Do you really want him to die that much?"

"Arrange a... psychiatrist."

Before Qian Shucheng responded, a weak voice came out of his arms first.Murong Ling pushed him away, sat up and leaned on the seat with some difficulty, his pale face almost blended with the collar of the white sweater that hadn't been stained with blood.

Jiang Fan pursed his lips tightly and did not respond, the steering wheel in his hand was about to be crushed by him.

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Shen Yuqing finally finished his one-day report meeting. When he came out of the academic lecture hall on the top floor of the hospital, he took a deep breath, looked out through the big glass windows, and felt that the snowflakes falling from the sky were all lovely.The disadvantage of being an internationally renowned doctor lies in this. All major hospitals and schools across the country invite him to give lectures, especially at the end of the year. These exchanges will still mess him up.

'Ding! '

The elevator arrived at the underground parking lot, and he walked briskly to his car, preparing to go to the restaurant he had reserved for half a month. What kind of red wine should I open in a while?Just as he fastened his seat belt and started the car, the phone in his pocket rang untimely.

Shen Yuqing sighed, and then the appointee took out his mobile phone. He didn't recognize the caller ID number on the mobile phone.

"Hello, hello."

"Doctor Shen?"

"I am, who are you?"

He didn't recognize the voice on the phone, but what he said made him no longer in the mood to regret the red wine he hadn't had time to open. Shen Yuqing simply turned off the car, and ran back to the elevator with a heavy face.

"Doctor Shen, we will arrive in about five or six minutes. Murong Ling has been shot. Please prepare as soon as possible."

It may be that Jiang Fanyi's arrival finally gave Qian Shucheng someone to share the pressure with, and he finally recovered from the previous panic.Qian Shucheng attached Murong Ling's hand with his left hand, and the cold touch made him frightened.Murong Ling didn't faint completely, but he forced himself to shake Qian Shucheng's hand back.

Even though he was like this, he was still comforting himself!

Qian Shucheng bit his lip hard, and when the smell of blood filled his mouth, he found his voice again and said, "Brother."

Qian Shucheng kept his eyes fixed on Murong Ling's face, fearing that if he missed a second, it would be forever.

Murong Ling hooked the corners of his mouth with difficulty, his voice was slightly hoarse, and his tone was extremely slow as if he was conserving his energy, he said, "It's nothing... don't worry."

This was the last sentence Murong Ling said to Qian Shucheng before entering the operating room, but how could he not be worried?But what Qian Shucheng was more concerned about was what Shen Yuqing said after receiving someone at the hospital gate: It doesn't count if you have lost your right hand, and you don't plan to have your left arm anymore?

Right hand again.

He remembered that when Murong Ling went out with his brother for the last time, his right hand was still fine, but after he came back, his right hand was still wrapped in gauze.Could it be that it was abolished at that time?What could have caused Murong Ling to lose one of his hands, causing his brother to die immediately?

Qian Shucheng sat on the bench at the door of the operating room, leaning against the wall with some exhaustion, staring at the overhead light with his eyes lost in thought.

As soon as Jiang Fan walked up to him and sat down, he leaned against the wall in exactly the same way, and after a moment of silence he said, "Wait a minute, you go to the psychological consultation room."

Qian Shucheng: "What are you doing there?"

Jiang Fan turned his head to look at the blood-stained young man, tried his best to suppress his anger, and said in a calm tone, "Sir, you told me in the car before, didn't you hear?"

"I heard."

"If you hear that, hurry up and get out."

Qian Shucheng closed his eyes and directly chose to ignore it.

Jiang Fanyi's patience was completely exhausted, and he grabbed Qian Shucheng's collar, ignoring the sticky blood on his hands.He put his face close, with a sullen expression on his face, and said in his throat, "Qian Shucheng, let me tell you, if something happens to Mr., no one will be able to protect you. You'd better burn incense and pray that he's okay."

Qian Shucheng narrowed his eyes, let Jiang Fan pull him, and said in a bad tone: "You are really Murong Ling's dog, who catches and bites whoever, do you think I arranged this matter today?"

Jiang Fan let go of his hand with a sneer, and said, "If you have the ability, sir, you don't have to bother to arrange so many things."

Qian Shucheng leaned back against the wall, glanced at him, he really didn't have the energy to argue with him, he just wanted to sit here and wait for the people in the operating room to come out safely.

Jiang Fanyi didn't intend to let him go, sighed and said, "Don't worry about what happened today, if you want to sit here and wait, just wait, but obediently see a psychiatrist later."

Qian Shucheng still maintained the previous posture, and the whole corridor was silent. After a long time, he said, "I met Meng Yanzhao a few days ago."

As soon as Jiang Fan didn't know why he mentioned this matter at this time, he only replied two words: "I know."

Qian Shucheng was not surprised that he knew it, and continued without a pause, "Meng Yanzhao gave me a medicine."

Jiang Fan turned his head suddenly, the movement was so great that the whole bench shook, and he said with uncontrollable tension in his tone, "What medicine?"

Qian Shucheng turned around and fixed his eyes on Jiang Fanyi, afraid of missing any expression, and then said: "ZS8301."