Chapter 743 Su Miao Extra 15
"Song Hansheng, the Su Miao who used to shout about wanting to be a doctor and chased after you is long dead. You destroyed him bit by bit! Now I'm just a prisoner, a living number. You asked me to call you brother again. This word really makes me sick!"
The disgust in Su Miao's eyes was not just talk, she really hated Song Hansheng to the core.
Song Hansheng thought he didn't care. There was a human life between them, so they should torture each other. He took the young Su Miao to his side to adopt her just to take revenge on her. She was just a toy to him and he shouldn't have any extra feelings for her. But now he felt a suffocating pain in his chest.
"Song Hansheng, I've lost everything. I've lost my dreams and my self-esteem. I can't even be considered proud. Now you see me like this, you must be very proud. After all, I, the fish you raised, am finally drowning in the water."
Su Miao's body was as stiff as a puppet. She tilted her head and looked at Song Hansheng. Her eyes were like a sea of ink, deep and bottomless.
"To you, a thing like me is nothing more than that. It doesn't matter if I die, right?"
"No..." Song Hansheng retorted subconsciously.
He admitted that at first he wanted to torture her slowly for his own selfish desires, but gradually he found that he was not used to Su Miao being in prison. He always thought of her from time to time and even began to regret it.
He used to say that Su Miao was just a toy for sexual gratification, but if it was really just a toy, why couldn't he forget her even though he wanted to? He missed her day and night and liked her more and more every day. Unfortunately, he realized it too late.
The cell phone rang suddenly. It was Su Miao's cell phone. Su Miao shifted his attention and followed the sound to find his own cell phone on the bedside table.
The phone contact shows the words "Qin Mo"
Song Hansheng also saw it, and his face instantly became gloomy.
He knew Qin Mo, the male doctor who was often with Su Miao. Song Hansheng had always been against Su Miao and Qin Mo being together, always feeling that Qin Mo had bad intentions and ulterior motives.
Song Hansheng's heart tightened when he saw Su Miao answered the phone.
"I got off work early today. I bought some vegetables and made soup for dinner. When do you get off work?"
The ward was very quiet, and Song Hansheng naturally heard what Qin Mo said on the phone. He was very unhappy but didn't know what to do, so he could only stare at Su Miao and answer.
Su Miao glanced at the time: "Okay, I'll go back early."
"What kind of soup do you like?" Qin Mo asked.
"Anything is fine."
"Let's make crucian carp and tofu soup. It's good for your health. You like fish, so I'll pick out the bones for you."
Listening to the conversation between the two, it seems that they have been living together. The first person Su Miao looked for after being released from prison was not him, but Qin Mo.
Song Hansheng looked at Su Miao's face with a slightly stunned expression. The gentle Su Miao seemed to have come back again, but her gentleness was not towards him, but towards Qin Mo. She smiled and spoke softly.
The more Song Hansheng listened, the darker his face became. He was jealous and crazy. In his mind, Su Miao was still his property. He didn't want to give her to anyone, not even a glance, a breath, or a heartbeat.
With Song Hansheng beside him, Su Miao didn't dare to chat with Qin Mo for long. He said a few words and hung up the phone.
Song Hansheng couldn't help but wonder: "Have you been living with him since you got out?"
"Why would I still want to talk to you, the culprit, about my feelings?" Su Miao raised his head, his eyes filled with ice, chilling people's hearts. "When are you leaving?"
Su Miao's expression changed so quickly. He was gentle and docile just now, but in the blink of an eye, he became bitter and resentful.
"I was the one who took you to the hospital."
Su Miao looked at him mockingly: "What? Do you want me to kneel down and express my gratitude to you?"
Song Hansheng spoke in a calm voice, feeling very unhappy about Su Miao's different treatment: "Su Miao, have you forgotten that you broke my flowers?"
"I haven't forgotten. I can't compensate you. I asked you to send me to jail but you refused."
"Send you to prison to continue suffering like this?"
"So what? I'm used to it anyway."
The word "habit" can replace all the resentment and unwillingness. How much perseverance and sacrifice does it take to get used to the pain?
"Song Hansheng, sometimes I would rather stay in jail than look at you." Su Miao looked at the IV hanging on her head. The cold liquid flowed in her veins, and her entire left hand was cold.
"I'm so sorry, from now on you have to look after me every day. You don't have to go back to Qin Mo's place."
"What if I insist on going back?"
"I remember Qin Mo seems to be planning to open a hospital recently." Song Hansheng said lightly, with a blatant threat in his eyes.
Su Miao's eyes became fierce, she stood up and raised her hand.
With just a "slap", she slapped Song Hansheng hard.
Song Hansheng didn't even turn his head, but his hair was a little messy. However, Su Miao, who had hit someone, was panting. She was still receiving an IV in her left hand, and this movement caused the needle to move, and the blood flowed back.
"Song Hansheng, you won't be satisfied until I die in front of you, right?"
"You'll still be mine even if you die. Be obedient and come home with me."
"I have no home!" Su Miao screamed at the top of her lungs. She struggled like a clown in front of Song Hansheng. "Ever since the Su family went bankrupt, I've been homeless! I heard what the doctor said to you while I was in a coma. He said my life span has been shortened. It's hard to say how long I can live, but it's definitely not long. I know my body better than anyone else... Song Hansheng, I'm destined to die young."
Song Hansheng's face turned pale, his fingertips were trembling, and the sudden heartache came again.
He lowered his eyes and saw blood flowing from the back of Su Miao's left hand. The blood flowed along the sharp needle across the back of his hand and slowly fell from his fingertips onto the plain quilt, which was so glaring and conspicuous.
Song Hansheng took out some tissues and rang the bell a few times to call the doctor over. He pushed Su Miao back onto the bed and wiped the blood off the back of her hand with a tissue.
It was such a small wound, but the blood seemed to keep flowing. Once he let go, the blood would flow out again.
"If you stay by my side and take good care of yourself, you won't die early." He said this to Su Miao as if he was comforting himself.
Su Miao will surely live a long life, and the two of them will surely live together until old age.
He suddenly glanced at Su Miao's hair and saw several white hairs in it.
It turned out that Su Miao's hair had turned white prematurely.
Su Miao let Song Hansheng hold her hand and wipe the blood. Noticing his gaze, Su Miao seemed to see through his thoughts and said word by word, "A broken body can be cured, but a dead heart, how can it be healed?"
Song Hansheng immediately understood what Su Miao meant, and he suddenly let go of her hand. It didn't matter that Su Miao hated him. He was just afraid that she didn't even have the heart to hate him and had no interest in life.
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