At the same time, he pressed his knee against the opponent's chest and kicked hard.
"Ahhh!" The doctor killer let out a short and shrill howl. The severe pain made his whole body twitch, and his body rolled backwards after being kicked away.
Ye Qingliu's body shook violently as if he was exhausted, and the hand holding the lens dropped weakly, and the blood-stained lens fell to the ground with a "ding".
He fell backwards, leaning heavily against the backrest of the hospital bed. His face was as pale as gold paper, and the crimson on his chest, abdomen, and waist was like a blooming blood-red flower, rapidly expanding and soaking the gauze and hospital gown.
Cold sweat flowed down his forehead like a stream, and his breathing became rapid and difficult, as if every breath he took was accompanied by a breaking sound.
The gray-blue eyes were half-closed tiredly, and the long eyelashes were trembling violently like injured butterfly wings.
It was as if the thunderous outburst and ruthless suppression in which he fought one against three just now had completely overdrawn his extremely limited vitality that had just been recovered.
He seemed to have lost the strength to even lift a finger.
"kid!!"
Sun Guixiang cried heartbreakingly and saw Ye Qingliu fall down. She no longer cared about fighting with the nurse and rushed to his side desperately.
Her skinny hands trembled as she tried to cover his bleeding wound, but she didn't dare to touch it.
"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! The doctor is coming! The doctor is coming! Save him! Save him quickly!"
She cried incoherently, and turbid tears mixed with great fear and heartache surged out.
"Bang!!!"
The ward door was slammed open from the outside by a huge force!
Several security guards and the doctors and nurses on duty rushed in after hearing the noise and were instantly stunned by the scene before them.
An overturned cart and IV stand, medical supplies scattered on the ground and a suspicious syringe, and a "doctor" lying on the ground, covering his neck and screaming, with blood oozing from between his fingers.
Two panicked, stiff-moving "nurses," and a frantic, crying, elderly woman throwing herself on the bloodied young man beside the bed...
"Stop! Don't move!" the security guard shouted sternly, raising his baton and rushing towards the two nurses and the doctor on the ground.
"Boss Ye!" The doctor on duty also recognized Ye Qingliu. Seeing him covered in blood and dying, he shouted in horror.
"Hurry! Save them! Hurry!"
The real medical staff rushed forward quickly, and the security guards quickly controlled the three assassins (the doctor was given special attention and his neck was still bleeding).
Ye Qingliu closed his eyes and allowed the medical staff to perform emergency treatment on him. Severe pain washed over him like a tide, his vision went black, and cold sweat soaked his hospital gown.
He could feel Sun Guixiang's rough, trembling hand tightly gripping his uninjured hand, with such force that it almost crushed his bones.
The sobbing, confused words of comfort echoed incoherently in his ears:
"It's okay... kid... it's okay... the doctor is here... don't be afraid... grandma is here... grandma is here to protect you... no one will bully you anymore..."
The voice was filled with boundless heartbreak and an almost desperate desire to protect.
Amidst the chaos and noise, Ye Qingliu opened his heavy eyelids with great difficulty.
Through the gaps between his eyelashes soaked with cold sweat, his gray-blue eyes glanced coldly at the killer doctor who was roughly dragged out by the security guards, his neck still bleeding, and the backs of the two nurses who were taken away with deathly pale faces.
His lips moved ever so slightly, and he uttered three words silently, as cold as a knife:
"Night is at the edge of the abyss."
Then he closed his eyes again, as if the previous glance had exhausted all his strength.
His body was shaking violently in the severe pain and the coldness of blood loss, only the fingertips of the hand that was tightly grasped by Sun Guixiang curled up slightly and almost imperceptibly.
Sun Guixiang felt the subtle grip, like a drowning person grabbing the only piece of driftwood.
Her cloudy eyes burst into an almost insane light, and she squeezed his hand even tighter, as if to transfer all her vitality to him.
"Little boy! Hang in there! Grandma is here! Grandma is with you! We are not afraid! Don't be afraid!"
She cried hoarsely, her withered body shaking violently due to the huge emotional fluctuations.
The medical staff were nervously performing first aid treatment, stopping bleeding, bandaging, establishing intravenous access, and injecting pressor drugs... The ward was filled with the alarms of instruments, the doctors' hurried instructions, and the hurried footsteps of nurses.
Ye Qingliu's condition was worse than previously expected. The burden of fighting one against three was far beyond imagination.
Ye Qingliu was quickly lifted onto a mobile stretcher and prepared to be sent to the operating room for emergency debridement and suturing.
Sun Guixiang was like a leech on the heel, clinging tightly to the edge of the stretcher and stumbling after him. Her cloudy eyes were fixed on Ye Qingliu's pale, lifeless face, and her tears flowed like a flood.
"Family members, please wait outside!" At the door of the operating room, the nurse stopped Sun Guixiang who wanted to go in.
"No! I want to go in! I want to stay with him! My little friend! I can't leave him!"
Sun Guixiang was like a madman, her skinny body bursting out with amazing strength, trying to break through the obstruction.
"Grandma Sun! Calm down! Going in will affect the doctor's rescue! Just wait outside! Trust the doctor!" A nurse who knew her quickly hugged her and advised anxiously.
Sun Guixiang was stopped tightly and could only watch as the cold and heavy door of the operating room was ruthlessly closed in front of her, isolating her completely.
“Ah——!!!” She let out a wail of extreme despair, and her body felt as if all the bones had been pulled out, and she collapsed limply on the cold floor tiles at the door of the operating room.
"Little boy...little boy...it's grandma's fault...grandma failed to protect you..." She cried incoherently, the overwhelming self-blame gnawing at her heart like a poisonous snake.
That killer doctor! Those two vicious nurses! And that "Second Master Ye"! How dare they?!
How could they treat a child like this?! Three against one! He was a seriously injured child!
Time passed by minute by minute in Sun Guixiang's desperate cries and silent prayers, and each second seemed as long as a century.
The hospital light shone palely on her figure huddled in the corner, humble as a speck of dust.
I don’t know how long it took.
The door of the operating room finally opened.
The doctor came out with a tired look on his face, his surgical gown stained with blood.
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