Divorced, still making trouble?

The ambulance drove into the hospital with a faint ominous roar all the way.

The car door opened, and Qiu Ye rushed out following the stretcher. The nurses and doctors hurriedly walked, and the rollers of the operating bed rushed over the ground, as if they knew that a young life was dying quickly, and everyone's footsteps were hurried and flustered.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Operate immediately." "Fuck! Hurry up, this is Young Master Rongxing, if we can't save him, we are all finished!" "How much is the blood saturation? Blood pressure is still crimson? Extract plasma!"...

The roar of the director of the hospital shook everyone's eardrums in the emergency passage, and the tense atmosphere instantly tensed everyone's nerves... Finally, as the door of the operating room was closed suddenly, all the noise was like a tide generally recede.

"Please give way, you can't enter here, don't block the door."

The body was pushed away by the middle-aged male doctor in a white coat with a hurried expression, Qiu Ye staggered weakly, and then grabbed the wrist of the person in front of him.

"Save him, we must save him!"

The doctor was taken aback, then looked back at the young man covered in blood and with a hoarse voice, and said involuntarily, "Yes, we will do our best."

The tightly clenched wrist was released, and the doctor shouted as he pushed the door open, "Xiao Tao, there is still a wounded person here!"

Soon another wave of people in white coats came up, they were chatting about something, but Qiu Ye was in a daze, and he couldn't hear anything.

"Don't touch me," he pushed away the outstretched hand, took a step back in embarrassment, and murmured, "Don't pull me, I'll wait for him to come out."

But there were too many hands stretched out, all his strength was exhausted on the way to chase Ji Mingzhe into the operating room, his struggle seemed futile and weak.

In the next second, amidst the exclamation of the crowd, Qiu Ye's eyes finally went dark, and he fell forward with his face on the ground in a state of embarrassment.

Bright red gushes out from Ji Mingzhe's chest continuously, and gathers into a pool under his body, gradually his whole body is soaked in the sea of ​​blood.

Qiu Ye's heart tightened instantly, he looked at the man's face and said calmly, "I'm going to die, Ah Ye."

"Don't," Qiu Ye pulled him in panic, but the body hugged in his arms was already stiff and cold, his fingers trembling and he probed for the other's breath, and then let out a heartbreaking roar in the next second.

"Hey, wake up?"

Qiu Ye suddenly opened his eyes, gasped and looked at his hands, when he found himself lying on the hospital bed with empty hands, he closed his eyes hard again.

"Having a nightmare?" The nurse beside the bed who was adjusting his drip said softly.

"Where's Ji Mingzhe?" Qiu Ye didn't answer, he restrained the rapid heartbeat in his chest, and asked calmly as much as possible, "How is he?"

"Ji Mingzhe?" The nurse was startled for a moment, and then realized, "Oh, the person who was brought in with you? He just finished the operation and is in the intensive care unit."

"He's not dead," Qiu Ye finally stretched out his hands and rubbed his face fiercely, and said to himself in a trembling voice, "he's still alive."

"Well, I've been rescued, but I haven't passed the critical period yet, and I still need to observe the postoperative situation." The nurse said.

"...Thank you." Qiu Ye said hoarsely, covering his face.

The little nurse looked at the red eye sockets between his fingers, and then thought about the horrific whip wounds on this man, and couldn't hold back the curiosity in her heart and asked, "Who is he to you?"

Qiu Ye's lips moved, but this time he didn't speak for a long time.

Seeing his silence, the little nurse was very discerning and didn't say any more. She just smiled and told the patient in front of her to have a good rest, and then pushed the medicine-filled trolley to the next ward.

But when she walked to the door, she heard the person behind her say, "He is the one I like."

The little nurse turned around in surprise.

"It's someone I like very much." Qiu Ye looked at her and repeated.

Because of the seriousness on the other party's face, the little nurse was stunned for a few seconds, and then smiled brightly, "He will be fine."

"Yes." Qiu Ye also smiled.

On the afternoon of the third day, Ji Mingzhe finally passed the critical period and was transferred to the general ward.

The hospital they were in was a private hospital under Rongxing. Originally, because of Ji Mingzhe's special status, the hospital arranged for him an independent intensive care unit, but Qiu Ye asked to live with Ji Mingzhe.

The hospital agreed to him after asking someone's opinion.

When Ji Mingzhe was pushed in and became his clinic, Qiu Ye finally didn't have to look at him through the glass anymore.

"You can always ring us if you need anything."

Qiu Ye thanked the director of the hospital and other doctors who personally sent Ji Mingzhe here, and closed the door of the ward after they left.

Then he came to Ji Mingzhe's hospital bed. Ji Mingzhe hadn't woken up yet, and the oxygen mask on his face was covered with a thin layer of white mist every few seconds as he breathed.

Qiu Ye reached out and touched Ji Mingzhe's tightly closed brows and eyes. Although only three days had passed, he felt that it had been as long as a century.

Looking at the steady wavy lines on the ECG monitor, and the slight rise and fall of Ji Mingzhe's chest under the quilt, his tightly bound heart was finally able to relax.

Qiu Ye hooked a chair with his toes and sat down, and then put Ji Mingzhe's uninjected hand in his palm, and then called softly, "Ji Mingzhe?"

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Qiu Ye snorted twice, bit his teeth on the other party's fingertips, ground them lightly, and cursed vaguely, "You fucking scared me to death."

He thought for a while and then said, "You have whipped me so many times and beat me so many times. You want to escape with death. Let me tell you, there is no way."

"But..." After a pause, Qiu Ye's voice weakened again, rubbing his face on the back of the opponent's hand and said in a muffled voice, "Forget it, as long as you live, I won't beat you."

Probably to vent out the fear and suffering of the past three days, Qiu Ye said a lot, but lay down on the bedside while talking, and gradually lost his voice.

Except for sleeping for a few hours when he fainted before, he has been suffering for the past few days regardless of his injuries. As soon as his tense nerves relax at this moment, he almost falls into a coma.

As soon as he fell asleep, he fell into a dark sleep.

When Qiu Ye woke up again, the bed next door was very lively, with a dozen doctors surrounding Ji Mingzhe's bed.

Qiu Ye was startled, thinking that something was wrong with Ji Mingzhe, he hurriedly opened the bed and jumped off the bed.

As a result, he slept for too long, his knees softened as soon as his feet landed, and he knelt directly on the ground.

"Hey, what a great gift." A joking voice came from above his head.

Qiu Ye raised his eyes, and saw Ji Haodong, who had arrived at some time, was looking at him with his arms folded and his eyes downcast.

Qiu Ye's complexion changed, he grabbed the railing beside the bed and stood up from the ground, then hurriedly squeezed into the middle of the crowd, but met Ji Mingzhe's gaze.