Acting as a substitute

A few more gunshots came from where the bald head was hiding.

Bo Shenyan protected Yuan Jiayi's body, and turned his head to look over there.

Duan Fu covered his mouth and nose, coughed palely and came out from behind the door, frowning and rubbing the blood on his finger holding the gun.

He turned off the safety, put the gun on the table, glanced around Yuan Jiayi's wound, and squatted in front of Bo Shenyan and asked.

"President Bo, the ambulance should... cough, cough... it will be here soon, can I stop the bleeding for Doctor Yuan?"

Bo Shenyan carefully hugged Yuan Jiayi, sobbing in a low voice, "You, you have to be gentle..."

Duan Fu nodded, took out the tightly sealed gauze in the pocket of his suit pants, unscrewed the alcohol, poured a little on his hand for simple disinfection, stepped forward and raised Yuan Jiayi's hand, and handled it for him neatly from the wound.

"Glock44...penetrating wound," Duan Fu relaxed slightly when he saw the wound, ".22 Long Rifle caliber bullet, the wound is not big."

"His hand...will it return to normal?"

Bo Shenyan hardly dared to listen to the answer.

Duan Fu's eyes were focused on the movements of his hands, and he didn't answer his question.

Outside the door came the siren of an ambulance arriving nearby. Duan Fu just leaned on the table and stood up. He put his hands on his nose and mouth and explained to Bo Shenyan.

"The bald head didn't seem to have any malice towards Doctor Yuan. He deliberately fired the gun at the tiger's mouth. Even if there was a cavity effect, Doctor Yuan was only injured. If... cough, cough... According to my judgment, it should be Not even a bone was scratched."

The door of the warehouse slammed, and Wo Ze, wearing a neat police uniform, rushed in first. He squatted in front of Yuan Jiayi and checked the wounds that had been stopped by Duan Fu. The kidnappers went away.

"Master..."

After seeing Wo Ze, Duan Fu's fierce aura instantly shortened by half, and he followed behind him with small steps, as if he didn't dare to get too close to him.

"Are you a fucking idiot?!"

Wo Ze pulled off his gloves, slammed them on Duan Fu's face, kicked him in the stomach and cursed angrily, "Use your own gun to kill people? How do you explain it when the police come to do ballistic analysis!"

Being kicked mercilessly by him and fell to the ground, Duan Fu held his chest and took a deep breath, apologizing with a pale face, "I'm sorry, young master, the matter is urgent... I didn't have time to think so much..."

The sound of light footsteps came from the direction of the bald corpse. Woz narrowed his eyes, took out a gun from his waist, and walked over against the wall.

He held the gun on his left arm, turned around quickly at the corner, and pointed the gun at the place where the footsteps came from.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Huh..."

Sheng Lan squatted on the ground with her head in her arms, crying miserably at the top of her voice.

What Wo Ze held in his hand was the gun of the police force, and he couldn't open it at will. When he saw Sheng Lan's face, he hated it for no reason. In addition, the part of the truth he learned from Bo Shenyan was enough to make him feel sorry for Sheng Lan. Lose all goodwill.

He put the gun back at his waist, and when he raised his arm, the sleeves of his uniform were wrinkled. He stepped on his shiny standard leather shoes and walked to Sheng Lan's side, looking down at his blood-stained face, which was still beautiful and extraordinary.

"Police..." Sheng Lan hugged Wo Ze's long straight legs with trembling fingers, and cried with her face on his pants, "Help me, I'm still sick..."

Wo Ze leaned over and pushed Sheng Lan's arm away, squatted down with the toe of the leather shoes bent, held Sheng Lan's chin and squinted at him.

"Help me...uncle policeman..."

Sheng Lan is very aware of his own advantages, as long as he has a sigh of relief, he will not give up his seductive nature. When he finds that Wo Ze is looking at him fixedly, he holds his strong arm and weeps pitifully.

Wo Ze took a deep breath, pinched the fingertips of his chin gradually, and raised his hand to give him a big slap.

"Fuck|fuck you."

Before he was promoted to the captain of criminal investigation, Wo Ze trained with heavy snipers and rifles on weekdays. Now he slapped Sheng Lan in the face and almost sent him away on the spot.

Sheng Lan was in so much pain that she didn't even have time to shout, she just passed out.

Wo Ze walked up to Duan Fu, picked up his gun and wiped off his fingerprints with his glove, walked back to the corpses and fired a few more shots at non-lethal places, creating the illusion of a non-professional shooting , then squatted down, and stuffed the gun into Sheng Lan's hand.

After a long while, the ambulance personnel hurried in with a stretcher, and sent Yuan Jiayi to the ambulance quickly and professionally. Bo Shenyan ignored Duan Fu's situation, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and sat down with him. ambulance.

Just after two corners, a bright red Ferrari 812 galloped from behind the ambulance, his thoughts were interrupted by its deafening bang on the accelerator, and Bo Shenyan glanced out the window.

Duan Fu was lying weakly on the passenger seat with his head down. In the driver's seat was Wo Ye, Wo Ze's doting and doting younger brother.

While driving, he held a bottle of aerosol in his hands and hit Duan Fu's mouth and nose, with a ferocious expression on his handsome face, as if he kept cursing Duan Fu who was almost unconscious.

Bo Shenyan had never felt such envy before.

Yuan Jiayi's right hand held in his hand couldn't be warmed at all, he seemed to have drained all the blood, leaving only an empty and desolate shell.

"Jiajia... Jiajia..."

Like when he fell into the water and struggled to no avail but caught on a piece of driftwood at an emergency moment, Bo Shenyan held Yuan Jiayi's hand, not daring to let go, and lowered his head on his waist, calling softly. his name.

Yuan Jiayi felt that he had slept for a long time.

It was so long that he recalled all the first half of his life.

Yuan Miao's youthful smiling face when he was young, when he picked him up from kindergarten, he happily asked him what he wanted for dinner, even if he hated junk food, he would buy him a small skewer, sprinkled with her favorite pepper , smiling gloatingly at his stubborn look that was so hot that his little face was flushed and he wanted to finish his meal with a hiss.

When he was a child, Yuan Jiayi didn't like to show his fragility, and he was so hot that his eyes watered and he refused to beg for mercy. In the end, Yuan Miao hugged him distressedly and fed him water.

At that time, Yuan Miao loved Sheng Jianghe deeply, and she cried painfully for him all day long, but she still couldn't love him.

She had no intention of flirting, but Sheng Jianghe took the initiative to find her, claiming that he wanted to be with her and was willing to give her a warm home.

Bo Shenyan stayed by Yuan Jiayi's bed the whole time, pressing his fingers on his arm, restricting his left hand which was moving from time to time, not daring to use force, but also not daring to let go.

Yuan Jiayi was still dizzy, and his brows were furrowed, not knowing what he saw in the dream.

"... woo... woo..."

His tears slid down the end of his eyes onto the pillow, and when Bo Shenyan wiped away a drop, another drop would seep out again.

Bo Shenyan's eyes were also red and swollen by himself.

From the first second he saw Yuan Jiayi, his tears didn't stop.

Until Yuan Jiayi came out of the operating room, Bo Shenyan pestered the old professor whom he personally summoned no less than a hundred times about whether Yuan Jiayi's hands would return to normal.

But the old professor still insisted on pursuing the truth, and told Bo Shenyan with an attitude of not fearing the oppression of power, although the wound that penetrated Yuan Jiayi's palm did not touch the bones, but don't get lucky in advance by the plots in the film and television dramas, and have It is very difficult to prepare mentally and return to the original state, but it is not impossible if you practice diligently.

Bo Shenyan really wanted to get into his dream, hugged him desperately, kissed his lips, and told him not to be afraid.

But he can't, he can't do it, and he doesn't have the qualifications.

He could only watch Yuan Jiayi struggling in his dream like this, heartbroken but unable to escape.

Yuan Jiayi slept for 37 hours, 220 minutes, 13 seconds.

During this period, Bo Shenyan's gaze never left him for a second, and he opened it quickly even in the blink of an eye.

When he woke up again, Yuan Jiayi stared blankly at the pale ceiling, blinked his eyes numbly, as if he couldn't feel the pain in his hand, he leaned on his left hand and wanted to sit up.

Bo Shenyan watched Yuan Jiayi open his eyes, but he didn't even dare to say a word.

He could only reach out subconsciously to press the bedside bell, and then looked almost greedily at the fresh, blinking Yuan Jiayi in front of him, who was breathing the same air as him.

Seeing him wanting to sit up involuntarily, Bo Shenyan was so startled that his brow was covered in cold sweat, he stood up hastily to stop him.

"Jiajia, you lie down, you can't get up, please..."

Bo Shenyan's tears were streaming down, and it was difficult for him to make a sound when he finished talking.

Yuan Jiayi obediently followed his strength and lay back on the bed, staring blankly at the man who prevented him from sitting up, without saying a word.

"Jiajia, are you thirsty? I moistened your lips. Tell me where it hurts now..."

Holding his trembling fingers, Bo Shenyan knelt down beside the bed, his voice trembling violently.

"You can scold me, Jiajia, you can scold me... When you get better... It doesn't matter if you kill me... Please don't do this..."

"...I," Yuan Jiayi's throat was bleeding, and he let out a sound at this time, the pain can be imagined, but he still swallowed hard, "...my mother... ..."

Bo Shenyan said awkwardly, "...Mom was sent to a very quiet place by me."

Yuan Jiayi nodded slowly, "Then... What is Mr. Bo doing here...?"

"...I...I love you, I will never leave you, not even for a second," Bo Shenyan kissed his fingertips, tears kept falling, "I love you... ..."

"Mr. Bo, I have nothing left."

"Your likes mean to me..."

Yuan Jiayi closed his eyes tiredly and moved his numb fingers.

"Worthless."

The author has something to say: I am really sad...

Talk to me more, I really won't write abuse articles in the future, the sense of substitution is too strong.

Thanks for watching, bows.

感谢在2021-02-2411:55:31~2021-02-2423:04:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: sour, great update! , Ye Yuntang, Shiling, and Lanlan 1; thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: fanny 6 bottles; You Yuwei 2 bottles; Yunji 1 bottle; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!