Chapter 741 Su Miao Extra 13
After removing the gloves, not a single finger on both hands was intact. Either the nails were missing or the skin had peeled and turned red. The hands were covered with wounds. The little finger on the right hand was missing, and the wound there was uneven and ugly...
How could Su Miao not hate Song Hansheng? He shattered her dreams, ruined her life, and made her lose her future.
He had drained away everything she had.
Song Hansheng looked at her hands, and suddenly his throat tightened, and he subconsciously clenched his hands.
Although he had never visited Su Miao in prison during the two years she had been incarcerated, he knew roughly what had happened to her there.
He knew that she had broken a finger in prison and thought it was just a fracture that could be healed by reconnecting the bone, but he didn't expect that the entire finger was gone.
It took nine consecutive hits with a brick to break it. It was not like a knife that could cut it off instantly. Su Miao, who was pressed to the ground, watched with his own eyes how his finger turned from a piece of bone into a pile of meat and rushed into the squat toilet.
Song Hansheng knew better than anyone what Su Miao's hands meant.
Su Miao entered the Song family at the age of twelve. She was neither young nor old, and still had a naive look. The little girl had a ponytail and a baby face, and she followed Song Hansheng with small steps.
When Song Hansheng turned around and asked her what she was going to do.
Su Miao smiled, the light in her eyes dazzling: "Brother Hansheng, I want to be a doctor in the future so that you and Aunt Wei will not get sick."
She really kept going down this path, encountered several setbacks but never gave up, and eventually became an excellent doctor.
Su Miao saved many people, and the only time he wanted to kill someone was Song Hansheng.
When he was stabbed 29 times, Song Hansheng was still thinking about Su Miao when he was a child.
Su Miao, who looked up and told him obediently that as long as she became a doctor, she would not let him get sick.
Since when did Su Miao, whose eyes were full of light, finally turn bloodshot?
Su Miao's emotions became increasingly agitated. She reached out and grabbed Song Hansheng's collar, screaming, "I hate you, Song Hansheng, I hate you. I can't hide from you, but I want to ask you, what did I do wrong? The Su family was wrong to you back then, but what did I do wrong?"
"I was only six years old at that time. I knew nothing. My father died in prison, and my mother jumped to her death. Now I'm the only one left. I'm neither human nor ghost. Song Hansheng, look at me now and compare my appearance with what I looked like then. Are you satisfied?"
Su Miao's eyes were red: "I have already paid back what Song Hansheng owed you. I don't owe you anything..."
Song Hansheng lowered his eyes to look at Su Miao's broken hands, and suddenly reached out to cover them.
Her hands were very cold, and there was not a single piece of smooth skin on them. They even felt prickly to the touch.
"Even if you don't owe me anything, I won't let you go. Su Miao, you've been mine since you were born. We were engaged as children. You've called me Brother Hansheng for over ten years. I raised you bit by bit. You're mine in life, and we'll be buried together in death."
Su Miao stared with her eyes wide open, her pupils contracted, her ears buzzing, her heart felt like it was being scraped by a knife, and tears welled up in her eyes but didn't fall.
She told herself she couldn't cry. She had endured so much pain in prison without crying, so how could she shed tears now for a scumbag? She would seem cheap if she cried too much.
But why did she still feel a heat on her face? She lowered her head, and one drop, two drops, three drops... of blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth.
At that moment, it seemed as if all the blood had been drained from his body. Su Miao's face turned pale, his lips turned blue, and his eyes revealed emptiness and despair as he stared blankly ahead.
The person who was alive just now was shouting at Song Hansheng at the top of his lungs, but the next second he had no reaction at all, only his mouth was open, with large mouthfuls of blood flowing out from the corners of his mouth.
Song Hansheng's heart seemed to be stung by something. Su Miao had been holding his collar, but now his hand loosened and he fell backwards like a puppet with its strings cut.
Song Hansheng quickly hugged her: "Su Miao!"
Song Hansheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he himself didn't even realize how trembling his voice was, and how much fear was mixed in it.
Su Miao half-closed his eyes, and there was a gray light and shadow in the corners of his eyes, like the last afterglow of fireworks, and the annihilation after the brilliance.
Su Miao's lips were raised with a smile, but Song Hansheng felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him when he saw the smile on her face.
Su Miao looked like she was willing to die and was bored. Song Hansheng couldn't describe this feeling. It seemed like he had pushed Su Miao too hard, making her no longer like herself and driving her crazy bit by bit.
It's obvious that Su Miao didn't go crazy even after spending two years in prison.
Song Hansheng couldn't describe how he felt at the moment. He hugged Su Miao and asked the driver to drive. He shouted so loudly that the veins in his neck popped out.
Even though the car was driving at its fastest speed, Song Hansheng still felt it was very slow. He felt that Su Miao's body temperature in his arms was slowly getting colder.
His temples were twitching, and his brows were furrowed all the way. He himself didn't know what he was afraid of.
When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor sent Su Miao directly to the emergency room.
Song Hansheng waited outside, signing several documents provided by the hospital. He waited for nearly an hour before the door in front of him finally opened and the doctor walked out.
Song Hansheng asked, "How is she? Why did she suddenly vomit blood?"
The doctor's face turned ugly, and he subconsciously scolded: "I was angry."
Being furious is not just a saying. Emotional excitement stimulates the heart, and when you are extremely angry, you will actually vomit blood.
"So how is she now?"
"Alive, but she's in terrible shape."
"Bad?" Su Miao studied medicine and had always taken good care of her body. Song Hansheng thought she must have suffered a lot in prison for two years, but it would not be described as "very bad".
Seeing that he didn't believe it, the doctor threw the examination report in his hand in front of him and explained with facts: "Her organs are declining, she is severely anemic, malnourished, and has new and old injuries on her body..." The doctor wanted Song Hansheng to feel it intuitively, so he took her directly to the nursing room.
Song Hansheng looked at Su Miao lying on the bed quietly. This was the first time Song Hansheng saw her so weak, as if she would disappear from his sight in the next second.
Song Hansheng suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and the strange and ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.
The doctor lifted a corner of the quilt and grabbed Su Miao's hand. "Her right hand, no, the nerves in both hands are damaged. She will definitely not be able to do delicate work in the future. Now that the weather is getting colder, her hands will also become more and more painful."
Song Hansheng knew that her hand was mutilated, but he never thought it was as serious as the doctor said.
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