warm pulse

With a muffled bang, the door of the cubicle was kicked away.

"It's over..." Tong Kui only had time to flash this thought, and a flower of blood bloomed on his chest. Someone was yelling in despair, and then more bullets penetrated Tong Kui's body, and blood spurted out. It splashed out and landed on An Yang's lifeless face.

Tong Kui suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's okay to die together, I said it a long time ago...you can't escape..."

Qin Chengqian couldn't remember how he threw Tong Kui off An Yang's body, An Yang took all his attention away, he put his hands on An Yang's nose and probed, then his eyes widened suddenly, Unbelievably touched An Yang's carotid artery, but there was nothing...

"Yangyang...Yangyang!" Qin Chengqian's voice trembled uncontrollably, and he quickly started cardiopulmonary resuscitation. After a few presses, he bent down unwillingly and put his ear on Anyang's chest, trying to hear a little movement. However, it was still something nor……

no breathing, no heartbeat...

An Yang's expression was relaxed, so that he could see Tong Kui's blood stained on his unreal face, like a defiled angel, coquettish, desperate...

Qin Chengqian's eyes were bloodshot, and he folded his hands on An Yang's chest, pressing down mechanically one after another, begging indiscriminately, "Breathe... Yang Yang... breathe! Please breathe!"

An Yang's head was tilted to one side feebly, trembling weakly following Qin Chengqian's movements, not at all angry...

How can this be... why is this happening? !

They were separated by less than two hours, really less than two hours...why?

The cardiopulmonary resuscitation is still going on, but the person lying on the ground has never responded, and the closed eyes seem to never be opened...

Desperation and fear are getting bigger and bigger, Qin Chengqian only feels that his heart is about to burst: "Wake up... wake up! Yangyang...Anyang! Come back!"

The ambulance arrived quickly, and the doctors and nurses quickly took over. An Yang's clothes were cut open, revealing the bruises and bruises on his chest and abdomen, and his body bounced up and down again and again under the action of the defibrillator... …

Qin Chengqian's subordinates stood in a row far away, bowed their heads, and did not dare to make a sound. They vaguely understood that the person lying on the ground with his life hanging by a thread was Mr. Qin's life. If something happened to this person, Mr. Qin Probably will return to the original crazy and irritable state... No, no, I'm afraid it will be worse than before!Intuition tells them so...

Qin Chengqian was indeed on the verge of losing control, one crazy thought after another emerged uncontrollably, colliding with his reason...

why?

Why make him suffer so much?

Why did you have to take him away again after sending him in front of you...

Are you really going to take him away?

A crazy look appeared on Qin Chengqian's face, and he said to himself silently: "If I lose this person, I really don't know what I will do..."

The events of the previous life flashed back and forth in my mind...

If An Yang really leaves him, he will do all the things he did in his previous life again!Those who bullied him, no matter in the previous life or in this life, as long as they bullied him, he will pay them back a thousand times and ten thousand times!

If you take away the angel, I will turn into a devil!

Ruined the world!Ruined the world!ruined this...

"Drip...drip..."

The faint sound of the instrument interrupted Qin Chengqian's crazy thoughts, and a faint fluctuation appeared on the ECG monitor...

"Yangyang..." The crazy look faded away, Qin Chengqian knelt on the ground, and let out a fragile whisper...

The mechanical beeping of the ECG monitor echoed in the ward, and the large oxygen mask covered An Yang's face, almost covering most of his face. The faint white mist rising up symbolizes that the person is still breathing. He has been lying here for two weeks, but he is still not awake.

Qin Chengqian sat on the edge of the hospital bed and stared at the person on the bed without blinking, as if the person would fly away if he blinked.For two weeks, he didn't leave the hospital for half a step. After suffering, he was haggard as if he had suffered a serious illness.

Qin Chengqian held a small carved wooden sword in his hand, with a red silk thread tied at the end. It was the small wooden sword given to him by An Yang. An Yang said that it was left to him by his grandmother to keep him safe. amulet.

These days, remorse and frustration have been raging in Qin Chengqian's heart. He wondered for no reason, if he hadn't taken away this little sword and An Yang's amulet in this life, would he not have encountered Tong Kui?

Thinking about it carefully, in the previous life, An Yang also encountered that irreversible bad luck after giving him the little sword...

So is it all because of me?Qin Chengqian almost masochistically thought, if it wasn't for him, if An Yang hadn't sent out the small wooden sword, wouldn't he have encountered such bad luck?

This is an unsolvable question, and no one knows the answer.

"Is it really so effective?" Qin Chengqian held the small sword in his hand and muttered to himself, "I don't need your protection, I just beg you, please bring him back and give it back to me..."

An Yang's hands were inserted into the infusion tube and connected to the instrument. Qin Chengqian didn't dare to move, and instead lightly tied the small sword to his thin ankle.

An Yang's feet were as cold as ice, without any fresh breath, the cold touch made Qin Chengqian feel flustered, he lowered his head and kissed lightly on the pale instep.

An Yang is a very shy person. Normally, this person would have blushed and curled up in shame, hiding from him, but now, this person is ignorant, as if he didn't care what he did what...

The panic in his heart became heavier, Qin Chengqian grabbed An Yang's ice-like ankle, and asked almost stubbornly: "You won't leave me, will you?"

No one responded to him, only the dull mechanical sound of the ECG monitor. After some time, Qin Chengqian suddenly smiled, and whispered to himself: "I know, you won't."

Won't leave me, will wake up...

Qin Chengqian forced himself to believe this, if he didn't, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on any longer...

Matthew appeared in the ward at some point. Seeing the haggard look of his employer, he couldn't help sighing, and comforted him: "Mr. Qin, you should take a rest. The patient won't want to see you like this when he wakes up."

He had already said this to his employer countless times, and every time he returned without success, but this time, he got a different response...

The employer looked away from the hospital bed, looked at him, nodded, and said, "Okay."

Matthew was stunned, but he didn't expect his employer to leave. He looked at the boy on the bed and found a small wooden sword wrapped with a red string on the boy's foot. For some reason, Matthew suddenly felt a strange feeling. a feeling of……

The little wooden sword has returned to An Yang's side, and An Yang will be safe, Qin Chengqian thought so... He really should rest, take a good bath, change into clean clothes, and shave again, if An Yang When he woke up, he couldn't let him see himself in such a mess.

But when he was doing all this, An Yang's electrocardiogram in the hospital suddenly turned into a straight line, and the instrument gave out a piercing scream!

Matthew immediately led his assistants to file in, compressions, defibrillation, epinephrine... Fine beads of sweat soon appeared on Matthew's forehead, but there was no slight fluctuation in the desperate straight line on the instrument...

An Yang's face was calm and composed, as quiet as an angel...

A young nurse took a pupil pen and gently opened An Yang's eyes to take a picture, and then said in a daze, "He's dead..."