But it's impossible to guard against, since she only has one hand to use. Her right arm is covered in small blisters, and there's a large patch of them that hurt when touched.

So although he managed to defend against this person, he didn't expect that another person would suddenly appear from behind and ambush her.

"Move to a safe place."

Mo Xiaoqing's eyes widened as she watched Qiao Qian'an shield her from the iron rod with his own body. The first blow of the iron rod struck his body, and the second blow hit his head.

Bright red blood immediately flowed down Qiao Qian'an's head, running down his ears and staining not only his white shirt but also Mo Xiaoqing, who went to help him.

"Help! Help!"

I don't know who's calling for help nearby...

Perhaps the cries for help alerted the special police on the other side, or perhaps it was the screams of these people that alerted them. In any case, just as the three men were about to swing their batons, the special police finally arrived.

Mo Xiaoqing stared blankly as the blood on his cheek slid down to his chin and dripped onto her face…

She couldn't support Qiao Qian'an by herself, and could only watch helplessly as he pressed down on her shoulder, causing her to fall to the ground along with him.

"Stop running! Cease resistance!"

But will those people really stand still and stop resisting?

Of course not!

If you really stand still, that would be the mark of a fool!

Mo Xiaoqing also wanted to chase after them and stop them, but if she moved, Qiao Qian'an on her body would slip off. However, blood was still flowing from his forehead, so how could she dare to move now?

So all we could do was watch as those people retreated quickly and orderly, getting into the two black cars over there. In less than a minute, they were gone, and the two cars sped away.

Mo Xiaoqing panicked a little. If he were the one injured, he wouldn't react like this at all, but—

The other party is Qiao Qian'an!

For so many years, she had always treated him like a brother, and this time he was injured because of her. If something really happened to him, she might live with guilt for the rest of her life…

Mo Xiaoqing's eyes were slightly red, but her voice was exceptionally firm as she said to him, "Qiao Qian'an, hang in there, I'll take you to the hospital right now!"

She had absolutely no confidence in this matter, and it seemed as if she was begging Qiao Qian'an to persevere.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, his voice very soft and ethereal, as if it came from afar.

He said, "Momo, don't be afraid..."

He will never let anyone hurt her, neither in the past nor in the future!

"Qiao Qian'an, you can't get hurt!" Mo Xiaoqing's tears silently slid down her cheeks, the scalding tears seeming to burn her face.

But she couldn't care less about her pretty face right now. She raised her hand and wiped her face, only to find some dirt and blood from her hands on it!

What Qiao Qian'an truly couldn't bear was not the wound on his forehead, but the relentless pain in his chest, as if a hammer were pounding on his heart.

Each time the pain intensified, and not only did blood appear on my forehead, but beads of sweat also appeared.

He clutched his chest tightly with his hand, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and he was in so much pain from angina that he could no longer speak.

His other hand trembled as he raised it, slowly moving it towards Mo Xiaoqing's face. But when it was only a centimeter away from her face, his hand could no longer rise and fell straight down.

In the last second before Qiao Qian'an collapsed, all he saw was Mo Xiaoqing's utterly panicked expression.

A faint smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

That's good. Even if he were to die like this, he felt that being able to elicit this kind of expression from Momo in his life was enough...

Mo Xiaoqing held him tightly, sometimes burying her face in Qiao Qian'an's neck, so her expression was hidden. She only felt terrified and helpless.

She could only think about one thing: what if something happened to Qiao Qian'an?

Uncle Qiao and Aunt Qiao only have one son. What will happen if something really happens to him?

When they arrived at the hospital, the doctors and nurses rushed over with an emergency stretcher and told Mo Xiaoqing to let go, but she wouldn't.

"Mo Mo, it's okay, Mo Mo, —" Mu Liangliang grabbed her wrist and pulled her away. Mo Xiaoqing watched as her hand, which was holding the blood-stained shirt, moved away, and a stream of blood slid down Qiao Qian'an's face.

Mo Xiaoqing was stunned as Mu Liangliang pulled her to sit on the bench outside the operating room. She was still clutching the shirt stained with large patches of blood; her hands and wrists were covered in blood.

Mu Liangliang squatted down in front of her. "Mo Mo, do you know him? If you know his family or friends, you need to notify them."

Mo Xiaoqing was in a daze, as if she was coming to her senses.

family?

No, we can't notify Qiao Qian'an's family; his father's health isn't good either.

Mo Xiaoqing's eyes welled up with tears again. The usually strong and brave girl actually had red eyes and looked up to ask her, "Where's my bag?"

"Oh, here it is."

The bag was eventually recovered.

Mo Xiaoqing rummaged through the phone and, with blurry eyes and trembling hands, dialed a number.

As soon as Mu Liangliang answered the phone, it seemed as if the moment she heard that voice, tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks in a flurry.

"Hello, it's me, Mo Xiaoqing—Qiao Qian'an's head has been broken open, and he's bleeding a lot."

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