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Chapter 31 Why

Qi Jingchen's mind went blank for a moment.

The bookshelf is the old-fashioned one, made of solid wood. Although there are not many books on it, the weight itself is solid, so Shen Zeming is caught off guard, and the pain can be imagined.

The blood on the ground was still expanding, and Shen Zeming's breathing was short and heavy. Through the gaps in the bookshelves, he could be seen lying on the ground and gasping for breath.

Qi Jingchen closed his eyes severely and calmed down quickly.The aftershocks were still going on, but the shock was significantly weaker than before. He lay on the ground and tried to touch Shen Zeming's exposed index finger, and called his name louder.

"Shen Zeming!"

Shen Zeming curled his fingertips, and hummed a single note with difficulty.

At this moment, the aftershock stopped, and Qi Jingchen breathed a sigh of relief temporarily, but the bookshelf was too heavy and huge, and he was afraid of causing secondary damage, so he dared not move it easily by himself.

He firmly held Shen Zeming's index finger, leaned close to Shen Zeming's ear, and comforted him in a very convincing tone, "Hold on and don't sleep. I'll call for someone to save you now, and you'll be fine."

Shen Zeming was speechless, and only lightly rubbed Qi Jingchen's palm with his index finger.Qi Jingchen then let go of his hand, stood up, resisted the stinging pain in his ankle and quickly ran out to find someone.

During the earthquake, it was the self-study time of class, and almost all the students were studying in the classroom. Fortunately, the earthquake was not strong, and the teaching building was strong enough, and there was no worse situation such as collapse.

The school organized the students who had escaped to squat under the teaching building with their heads covered, and then called 120 and 119.

Most of the students managed to escape because of the usual earthquake drills, but there were still a few students who did not have time to escape. As soon as the earthquake stopped, the male teacher began to divide the work and rush upstairs to save people.

When Qi Jingchen ran out, he happened to meet Li Pingliang, the teacher in charge, who was helping a girl with an earthy face come out from the study room next door. He stepped over to stop Li Pingliang, and said seriously, "Mr. Li, someone here is seriously injured."

Li Pingliang changed his face, and shouted angrily at another male teacher at the end of the corridor: "Old Wu, come quickly and help her down, Qi Jingchen and I will go and have a look."

The male teacher named Lao Wu responded and strode towards this side.

Qi Jingchen led Li Pingliang into the study room, Li Pingliang's expression sank when he saw the blood on the ground.He quickly walked over and squatted on the ground to check, and recognized his student Shen Zeming, his eyebrows frowned even tighter.

"Shen Zeming? Shen Zeming!" Li Pingliang called him twice, but got no response.

Shen Zeming had already passed out.

Realizing that the situation was critical, Li Pingliang didn't care about other things, and shouted loudly toward the door: "Come on! There are students here who are being suppressed!"

Then he glanced at Qi Jingchen and said, "Let's move the bookshelves away first."

Qi Jingchen nodded, squatted down with Li Pingliang, and grabbed the inner edge of the bookshelf to exert force.

They raised the bookshelf a little, and three or four male teachers rushed in together, and they worked together to remove the bookshelf from Shen Zeming's body.

After removing the bookshelf, Shen Zeming's injury was clear at a glance.Before the bookshelf fell down, he might have consciously raised his hand to protect his head, but because of the force, the back of his head was still broken, and the blood on the ground flowed from the wound on the back of his head.

The wound was not very big, but it looked deep. The blood on the outer layer had solidified, but new blood beads still emerged from the inner layer.

Several people did not dare to move Shen Zeming's body easily. Li Pingliang couldn't wait and waited for the ambulance outside with a sad face.

Qi Jingchen kept staring at Shen Zeming's wound, his eyes were a little loose, and his lips were tightly pressed into a straight line.

The teacher next to him might feel that his spirit was too tense, and comforted him: "It will be fine, don't worry."

As he spoke, he wanted to raise his hand to pat Qi Jingchen's shoulder, but before he could touch it, Qi Jingchen suddenly squatted down and stretched out his hand to gently press the artery on the side of Shen Zeming's neck.

The teacher froze for a moment, with some unbearable eyes in his eyes, and squatted down to comfort him: "It's okay, the ambulance will be here soon."

After finishing speaking, I couldn't help sighing: "You two have a very good relationship."

Qi Jingchen withdrew his fingers, lowered his eyes and shook his head.

After waiting for about four or five minutes, the doctor came up with a stretcher. She first helped Shen Zeming to stop the bleeding, then checked the injuries of other parts of his body, and finally called the nearest male teacher to help him carry Shen Zeming to the On a stretcher.

The ambulance stopped right below the teaching building. Worried that there were too many injured students, the hospital sent several ambulances over. Shen Zeming was sent to the first one. Before closing the car door and leaving, Li Pingliang dragged Qi Jingchen into it.

The location of No. 8 Middle School is not too remote, and the nearest hospital is only seven or eight minutes away from the school by car.After arriving at the hospital, Shen Zeming was pushed into the operating room. Li Pingliang followed the nurse to the hall to pay the bill and contact Shen Zeming's parents. Qi Jingchen followed to the door of the operating room to wait for Shen Zeming's operation.

The red light in the operating room came on, Qi Jingchen stood at the door for a while, then turned around and sat down on the bench at the door.

There were very few patients in the emergency department during the day, and the corridor was deserted, with only Qi Jingchen sitting on the benches on both sides.

It's just that because of the sudden earthquake today, many injured people were quickly sent to the waiting room outside, and then the operating room next to Shen Zeming also had a red light.

The one who was pushed into the operation was a little boy with blood all over his face. The hand that was hanging out of the cart was bloody and bloody, and it looked seriously injured.

The family member who followed was the little boy's mother, wearing a lotus root pink dress, but this dress was covered with dust and mud, and some places were torn.

The little boy's mother couldn't even stand up, she slid against the wall and sat on the ground, covering her face in collapse and sobbing.

The scene of a mother crying because she was worried about her child was very strange to Qi Jingchen.

He only remembered that when he was five years old, Sheng Juan didn't know what she saw outside, and she slumped on the sofa in the living room and drank a lot of wine after she came back at night.

At that time, Sheng Juan had just divorced Qi Hanshan, there was no nanny at home, and Sheng Juan was often not at home, so Qi Jingchen had to take a bath and sleep by himself.

It was early morning when Sheng Juan came back, and Qi Jingchen was already fast asleep.He was awakened by heat, not the usual kind of heat, but scorching heat like being roasted on a fire.

He opened the door, and the sofa in the living room was made of fabric, and Sheng Juan poured a lot of wine on it and set it on fire, while Sheng Juan stood beside her holding the wine bottle, crying and laughing.

Seeing Qi Jingchen coming out, she threw the bottle and hugged Qi Jingchen, talking nonsense and couldn't make out what she said.

Qi Jingchen could only hear her last words clearly: "Achen, if you die, will Qi Hanshan go crazy?"

Five-year-old Qi Jingchen didn't understand what Sheng Juan wanted to do, he only knew that after Sheng Juan said this, she locked him in that room, and ran out smiling to call Qi Hanshan.

In the end, he passed out in the scalding fire and choking smoke. It was the neighbor aunt who called the police and the firefighters rescued him.

Qi Jingchen will never forget the pain of burning his skin, and Sheng Juan's grim smile as he tied him to a chair and set him on fire.

But his mother, Sheng Juan, never felt guilty.Only in the face of interrogation by the police, she burst into tears to Qi Jingchen on the hospital bed, and told about the hardships of raising children alone in the past few years.

His biological parents were unwilling to die for him, and even wanted to kill him.

Shen Zeming was the first, the first person willing to give up his life to save him.

But why?

Qi Jingchen looked down at the blood on the palm of his hand, with a little confusion in his eyes.

At this time, Li Pingliang came back after paying the fee. He held the mobile phone in his hand, and his face was a little ugly. Seeing Qi Jingchen sitting at the door of the operating room, he also walked over and sat down next to Qi Jingchen.

Li Pingliang took out a cigarette from his bag and lit it between his fingers, looked up at the closed door of the operating room, bent his elbow and touched Qi Jingchen.

"How to say?" He was referring to Shen Zeming's surgery.

Qi Jingchen shook his head, "I don't know, the doctor never came out."

Li Pingliang took two puffs of cigarettes, and couldn't help complaining to Qi Jingchen: "This child is also suffering. Such a big incident happened. I called his parents. His mother said he wanted to take care of his younger brother. His father said he was not free. No one wanted it." Come."

"Irresponsible, what a shitty parent!"

Qi Jingchen didn't answer, Li Pingliang was a little dissatisfied, turned his head to look, and saw Qi Jingchen staring motionlessly at the poster on the opposite wall, saying that he was looking, but in fact his gaze didn't fall on a certain point accurately, but seemed to be in a daze.

Li Pingliang gave a "tsk", turned around and continued to smoke.After smoking a cigarette, he turned on his phone and swiped twice. The news of the earthquake had already come out. It was 5.2 magnitude. The epicenter was in City Q next to City H, and City H was only affected.

After reading the news report, he turned off his cell phone and touched Qi Jingchen's arm again.

Qi Jingchen came back to his senses and looked at him in confusion.

"Let me understand the situation." Li Pingliang said, "What happened to you two when the earthquake happened? Did you not have time to run? Or what should I say?"

Qi Jingchen glanced at the closed door of the operating room, shook his head and said, "Shen Zeming ran out, but I sprained my ankle and didn't run away. He came back to look for me, and when the bookshelf fell down, he pushed me away."

Li Pingliang was stunned for a few seconds, then frowned and said, "Does that mean he was pressed down to save you?"

"Yes." Qi Jingchen's expression became confused again, "Mr. Li, why do you think?"

Hearing this, Li Pingliang was a little confused, "Why?"

Qi Jingchen didn't continue talking, and crossed his fingers, silently staring at the milky white floor tiles of the hospital.

At this time, the lights in the operating room were turned off, the door opened from the inside, and the chief surgeon came out. Li Pingliang and Qi Jingchen both stood up and walked over.

"Are you the patient's family?"

Li Pingliang nodded, "I'm his teacher, doctor, what about the surgery? Is it serious?"

The doctor said: "The operation went very well. His injury was mainly in the brain, and there was a slight fracture in his left hand, which is not serious."

"But—" he paused, "The patient has a slight concussion, and the wound on the back of the head is deep, which may leave sequelae. We won't know until he wakes up and take an X-ray."