There is always scum who wants to be reborn

The emergency room of the hospital was brightly lit.

The emergency room of the hospital was brightly lit.

Lu Tinghe stood in the corridor, staring blankly at the words "under operation", and the red blood streaks were like spider webs crawling on his pupils.

His fingers were cold and stiff, and he held two crumpled pieces of paper in his hand, which were Zhu Wanxing's critical illness notice.

Each one is signed by him himself, he dare not write, the three characters are written crookedly, the tip of the pen seems to be a sharp knife cut in his heart, it seems that once the three words "Lu Tinghe" are signed, the god of death can be justified Take his lover away.

Wang Jia felt that Lu Tinghe had been cut into several pieces.

Every time there was an extra critical illness notice, he would shatter a leaf. The light and thin paper was the switch knife that fell on his neck. When it accumulated to a certain weight, it would kill him.

"Xiaohe, can you go see a doctor first? You are also seriously injured."

He walked up to Lu Tinghe, who didn't know how many times he tried to ask, but Lu Tinghe turned a deaf ear to him.

He stood there like a walking corpse, with bloody wounds exposed, large horrific bruises, and blood stains all over his body that he didn't know who belonged to, like a corpse that had been bitten by a zombie.

But he didn't care, he didn't even feel the pain, until the opening on his arm that was cut by glass shards bleeds, and it slid down his forearm one by one, the blood dripped on the critical illness notice, and he immediately swam into a few deep red blood circles.

Lu Tinghe seemed to have sensed something, and looked at his hand dully, "Blood...stained with blood..."

He moved suddenly, staggered and threw himself on the chair, flattened the two pieces of paper, and kept wiping the sleeves of his shirt, trying to wipe off the blood, but the result was that it became more and more stained.

"Xiaohe! Xiaohe, calm down!" Wang Jia put his arms around his shoulders, held his face and forced him to look at him, "Come on, listen to me, just a few drops of blood, just a few drops of blood, It's all right, okay?"

Lu Tinghe shook his head, his hoarse voice seemed to be split: "You can't get blood on it, it's unlucky to get it on, and if ghosts and gods see it, they will take my little boy away."

Most desperate family members will fall into a kind of inexplicable superstition, trying to hand over the family's life to ghosts and gods.

As Lu Tinghe said, he folded the two pieces of paper, trying to hide them in his pocket, but when he lowered his head, he saw the blood stains on his body.

He bluntly wiped it twice, and murmured: "Why is there blood everywhere... No, it can't be like this..."

He unbuttoned himself, trying to take off the blood-stained clothes, but Wang Jia stopped him, took off his coat and wrapped it around him, "Put on mine! Put on mine first."

As the zipper was closed and the last bit of blood was covered up, Lu Tinghe calmed down briefly, and Wang Jia once again advised him to receive treatment: "Xiaohe, let the doctor treat the wound for you first, you are about to lose your hold, sir. If you can't hold the star out, you'll fall down again, right?"

Lu Tinghe was silent for two seconds, then shook his head and refused.

He had a severe headache, the roaring sound seemed to be still in his ears, and his rapidly trembling heartbeat echoed in the collapsed chest cavity. The heart was stabbed open by a blunt knife, and the stuff gushing out seemed to be soaked in poison, sour and stinging. .

"Brother, I have to wait for him."

Lu Tinghe lowered his head, his voice was full of remorse: "He ran away all night, just wanted to see me...I can't let him not see me when he comes out..."

Wang Jia's words stuck in his mouth, he lowered his head and wiped his eyes, and said with difficulty: "Wan Xing is undergoing surgery, the doctor will give him anesthesia, and he was in a coma when he came out, so I won't be able to see you. Xu Zhou and I Just stay here and watch, just go and take a picture, and it will be over in half an hour, okay?"

Wang Jia looked at him very worried, afraid that he hit his head or internal organs without realizing it, but Lu Tinghe couldn't listen to him at all, and suddenly said, "Wan Xing said he made a wish. "

Wang Jia: "What... what?"

"While in the car," Lu Tinghe lowered his eyes, and repeated mechanically: "He was seriously injured, and he tried to pretend that he didn't hurt, so I cut a small cut on my hand, and he was so distressed. My hands have been blowing for a long time."

Wang Jia nodded: "Wan Xing values ​​you very much, if he knows you are like this, he will feel bad."

Lu Tinghe didn't respond, his dark eyes were blank, as if all hope had been lost, only his lips were still trembling, struggling to utter a few syllables.

"There are so many wounds on his body that it hurts. I checked him for other injuries, but he suddenly told me that he made a wish when he ran away, and asked if I could help him realize it."

"Why can't it be possible?"

Lu Tinghe seemed to be asking himself, and also answered himself: "I can promise him anything, marry and have children, or let Zhu Zhenping go, don't get involved with Zhu Shi, I can promise all these, but guess what he wants from me?"

Lu Tinghe looked up at Wang Jia, the remorse in his eyes boiled like lava, and he even sneered when he spoke again: "He asked me to kiss him, just kiss him..."

"How ridiculous, brother...don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Lu Tinghe's tears flowed all over his face, and the salty tears mixed with blood stains gathered at the corner of his mouth, "He escaped all night in fear, suffered so many injuries, so many grievances, his chest and back were covered with bruises and blood—"

Lu Tinghe bent over and pointed at himself, as if recalling the location of the wound on Zhu Wanxing's body: "Here, and here, chest, stomach, lower back, shoulder blade... There is blood everywhere, there are wounds everywhere, There is almost no good place all over my body, and in the end I just want to kiss me..."

"But I didn't give him..."

"I couldn't even help him realize such a small wish..."

Lu Tinghe smiled wryly, his shoulders and arms trembled, tears rolled down his chin, his chest heaved violently like an old fan, and he couldn't speak in tune.

"He used to ask me for pheromones and I didn't give them, but now he asks me for a kiss and I don't give them. I'm always rejecting him, always missing him, always self-righteous—"

"It's not Xiaohe, it has nothing to do with you." Wang Jia held his face and forced him to look at him, and hurriedly explained him: "Old K rushed out too suddenly, we didn't have any preparations, even Xu Zhou Didn't expect that, it wasn't your fault at all—"

"It's my fault!" Lu Tinghe had already got into the horns, stuck in his own emotions and couldn't extricate himself, "Do you know what he said to me at the end?"

"He asked me why I didn't kiss him..."

Desperation and pain surged in his eyes like a tide, and he was almost suffocated. Lu Tinghe was so distressed that he squeezed out a few syllables from his throat with difficulty: "He ran desperately, escaped desperately, was afraid all night, even... ...even life will be involved, but I can't even get a kiss."

"No, no, he didn't ask me."

Lu Tinghe said with a wry smile, and covered his eyes mockingly: "He is not willing to question me at all, blood gushes out of his mouth, he trembles in my arms with pain, but even so he is not willing Question me, afraid that I will feel uncomfortable and feel guilty, but what about me?"

"I put him in danger time and time again."

"I shouldn't have involved him from the very beginning. When Lu Linjiang kicked in the door, I should have cut off the monitoring. When Old K asked someone to arrest him, I should have killed them all! It's all my fault, yes I was indecisive and arrogant, I was the one who killed him! All because of me!"

The corridor was full of alpha's desperate cries, endless remorse like fireworks in the middle of the winter night, burning from one corner into a scorching flame, covering the sky and blinding his eyes, opening his bloody mouth to swallow Lu Tinghe.

Wang Jia propped him up on his shoulders, and comforted him anxiously: "Xiaohe, don't be like this, it's all Lu Linjiang's fault, it's the gangster's fault, it has nothing to do with you, Wan Xing will be safe, he will definitely It'll be fine."

"Peace... Will he still... be safe?"

Lu Tinghe breathed out, and covered his chest with trembling palms: "He bled a lot here, his clothes were completely soaked, I don't know how many times he was shot, I didn't dare to look at it, I just didn't pay attention for a minute He just lay there..."

Lu Tinghe didn't dare to close his eyes, as soon as he closed them Zhu Wan Xing's blood would get into his head.

So desperate, so helpless, as if he wanted to say a lot to him, but couldn't, because the blood poured out of his mouth, blocking his throat and trachea.

"He must be in pain, my little boy must be in pain..."

Lu Tinghe had difficulty breathing, several mouthfuls of bitter water flowed up his throat, and he spoke incoherently: "I saw him trembling in pain, choking his neck and vomiting blood, he looked at me and grabbed my hand, he wanted to I saved him but I couldn't, I couldn't help him..."

"I don't know what to do..." Lu Tinghe shook his head helplessly, his voice hoarse as if his vocal cords were torn: "I can't do anything...he has been bleeding, bleeding A lot, I want to press his wound but can't, he, he is dying..."

Lu Tinghe cried and roared, his heart was about to be cut to pieces before he could say these words: "Wan Xing is dying..."

The calm and powerful alpha seemed drained of strength, and the half-lying figure on the ground looked like a lone wolf who had lost his partner. All defenses collapsed the moment they saw Zhu Wanxing fall to the ground.

The shoulder was suddenly pinned down, Wang Jia raised his wet red eyes, and met Lu Tinghe's hopeless and empty eyes.

"Brother...you save him..."

Lu Tinghe knelt on the ground pleadingly, begging him to ask God: "You save him...you also save me..."