Divorced, still making trouble?

The rapid loss of blood took away most of the body's heat, and Ji Mingzhe began to feel chills all over his body. He turned on the heater in the car, but he was unwilling to close the window, and turned his head to look outside quietly.

From his direction, he could see the vehicles turning at the intersection ahead.

The street lamps illuminated the clear gray sky in a hazy color, gradually Ji Mingzhe's vision became more and more blurred, and his consciousness seemed to sink into the deep sea anytime and anywhere.

But he didn't dare to close his eyes, he knew that once he closed his eyes, he might never wake up.

In order to stay awake, Ji Mingzhe worked hard to get his brain to work, forcing himself to think about something.

Ji Haodong let go tonight, wondering if Qiu Ye will take the blame again in the future?

What happened to the Qiu family, and can they be saved?

If he really died tonight, would Qiu Ye still hate him so much?

……

None of these questions could be answered, but instead made his will even more depressed. Ji Mingzhe had to replace thinking with memories.

It is said that people will review their life consciously or unconsciously before they die.

However, his short life course of more than 20 years has been too turbulent, and he is unwilling to recall many things, and many memories have faded in his mind, except for Qiu Ye.

In fact, he didn't want to think of Qiu Ye at this moment.

Qiu Ye gave him nothing but hopelessness. Thinking of the other party's eyes full of hatred, he would lose the courage to persevere.

But only the bits and pieces of getting along with this person are as clear as an open diary.

Ji Mingzhe slowly flipped through every frame of time they had spent together in his mind, from laughing side by side to wishful disgust, from disgust to hatred...

When the stature of the boy in the memory also changed to the current appearance, the lights of the car in the distance finally flickered, Qiu Ye drove his trot and arrived late.

The sound of brakes screamed piercingly in the dark night, Qiu Ye slammed the car door, and walked towards Ji Mingzhe's car with big strides.

When he saw the motionless person leaning against the back of the chair through the car window, Qiu Ye's beating heart completely stalled again, and his steps changed from walking to running.

"Fuck, Ji Mingzhe?" Qiu Ye opened the car door, saw the other party's blood-soaked shoulders and pale face, his heart sank suddenly, and his index finger touched the other party's breath with trembling that he didn't even notice.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and patted Ji Mingzhe's face.

"Ji Mingzhe, wake up."

Ji Mingzhe was a little unconscious, so he only agreed vaguely.

Qiu Ye patted his face again, then unfastened his seat belt, carried him from the driver's seat to the passenger's seat, took off his coat and covered Ji Mingzhe's body, and then started the car at the fastest speed.

When the car started running, Ji Mingzhe said weakly, "Don't go to the hospital, you will be investigated."

Qiu Ye frowned, and his tone became impatient, "You're fucking dying, so you still have to worry about this!"

"Don't go." Ji Mingzhe repeated again in a low voice, he really didn't have much strength, and when he spoke, only his voice was weak.

"Stop talking," Qiu Ye took out the phone from his pocket with a sullen face, opened the address book, scrolled down, found a contact named Guan Jing and dialed the number.

"Are you in the hospital?" Qiu Ye asked when the phone was connected.

"Yes, Young Master Qiu? What's the matter?" A soft voice said.

"I have a..." Qiu Ye was stuck for a few seconds and said, "...a friend has a gunshot wound and needs first aid. He wants to ask you for help."

Guan Jing was taken aback for a moment, then immediately said, "Okay, tell me, what do you need me to do?"

Qiu Ye told him about Ji Mingzhe's situation, then put the phone aside and turned to look at Ji Mingzhe.

In the silent car, Ji Mingzhe's face was pale, the redness on his shoulders was shocking, and his vitality was rapidly draining from him.

Qiu Ye couldn't help tightening his hand holding the steering wheel, wanting to talk to Ji Mingzhe, telling him not to sleep, and persisting for a while, but when he opened his mouth, he realized that they really had nothing to say, and they didn't utter a single word for half a minute .

"How did you do this? Wasn't it pretty good last night? You still smoked people, and you were fed a gun today, is it retribution!"

After holding back for a while, Qiu Ye started talking in the same bad tone as before.

But Ji Mingzhe would answer him a few times at first, but in the second half, his voice inevitably fell silent.

Qiu Ye panicked, and said fiercely, "Don't fucking sleep, you'll fucking die if you sleep!"

"You hid Qiu Nian, you're about to die, where the hell am I going to find him!"

But within a few minutes, Qiu Ye's tone softened again.

"Ji Mingzhe, don't sleep, you are obedient, I..."

As he spoke, he shut his mouth abruptly, his pupils shrank suddenly because of the words he almost blurted out.

Until this moment, the subtle emotions in my heart that I dare not admit, turn a blind eye, and try to hide are fermenting in this quiet and small space.

Qiu Ye felt as if there was a hard lump in his throat, and he kept yelling that he wanted to kill this man himself, to make him pay in blood.

But when the other party is really on the verge of life and death, apart from panic and unspeakable pain, there is no joy or feeling in his heart.

Since watching Ji Mingzhe jump off the stairs last time, whether he admits it or not, he actually doesn't want Ji Mingzhe to die.

No matter how emotionally he was upset, Qiu Ye's speed did not slow down by half a minute. The black SUV drove through the long street with no end in sight, and finally stopped abruptly at the entrance of the city hospital.

Because he had already said hello, Qiu Ye carried Ji Mingzhe out of the car, waited outside on the emergency bed and the doctor immediately picked him up and sent him to the emergency channel.

Then came the long surgery time.

Qiu Ye stood in place and watched the red light in the operating room turn on. He collected himself and turned around to go through the formalities, but as soon as he opened his legs, he almost fell to his knees. Only then did he realize that his hands and feet were so weak.

The operation process was very long. He stood downstairs and smoked half a pack of cigarettes, and waited for a long time when he came up. Finally, Ji Mingzhe was pushed out from inside.

Qiu Ye stood up straight with his body leaning against the wall, and looked first at Ji Mingzhe who was lying on the mobile bed, and then at the other doctors around him.

"The operation was successful. The bullet casing was not left in the body due to the penetrating wound. The injured had certain knowledge of first aid and treated the wound urgently. However, due to excessive blood loss, hemorrhagic shock was still caused. If he can wake up within 24 hours, There is a high probability that there will be no more problems." Guan Jing walked over holding the surgical gloves and said to Qiu Ye.

Qiu Ye didn't dare to ask what would happen if he couldn't wake up, so he just nodded and extended his hand to thank him.

"By the way, what I told you before..."

"Didn't call the police." Guan Jing slightly lowered the corner of his eyes, "I've told everyone else, don't worry."

"Thank you, thank you, I really troubled you tonight, I don't even know how to thank you," Qiu Ye said.

Guan Jing patted his arm and smiled, "Just treat me to dinner another day."

Qiu Ye nodded.

After sending Ji Mingzhe to the observation room, Qiu Ye wiped his face and sat down on the lounge chair in the corridor.

Because he wanted to stay with his escort, Guan Jing left him the key to the office, saying that he could go in and rest, but Qiu Ye was useless, he sat there from night to the next morning, after nearly eighteen hours of suffering, Ji Mingzhe woke up.

Hearing the news, Qiu Ye finally let out a long sigh of relief while covering his face where no one noticed.