Lin Qingyi took off her coat and pressed it against the bleeding spot.
Ang really thought this woman was strong.
Looking at the bloody marks on her wrists from the hemp rope, he raised his hand and gently stroked the marks.
She slapped it hard.
His eyes seemed to say: Behave yourself!
A pale smile tugged at his lips, and Lin Qingyi's image before him grew increasingly blurry...
Upon examining the wound, Yes knew why Fu Siming had sent the person to him.
This is a gunshot wound.
The two exchanged a knowing glance, and Lin Qingyi watched with red eyes as he was wheeled into the operating room.
She clasped her hands together and waited quietly outside the operating room.
The scabs on her wrists and ankles had dried, and Fu Siming tried to persuade her to treat the wounds.
But the person in front of me kept their eyes fixed on the operating room door.
Her quiet world seemed to have only one direction.
She didn't even realize that Lin Mei had run right up to her.
Lin Mei picked up her daughter to examine her, and just like Lin Qingyi had done earlier, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
It feels like my daughter will disappear in the blink of an eye, just like she did back then.
Fortunately...
Lin Qingyi was lost in thought for a moment, then finally couldn't hold back and buried her face in her mother's arms, crying silently.
Three hours later, Ang was pushed out.
As Fu Siming put his phone away, he happened to see the operating room lights go out.
Lin Qingyi, who was standing beside her, had broken free from her mother's hand and run to Ang's bedside.
She stared at the pale-faced man on the bed.
Yes followed the nurse out: "Don't worry, the wound has been treated. It's just that there was too much blood loss, so it needs to rest for a while."
Ye Si shoved a transparent medical plastic bag into Fu Siming's hand: "Here's what you wanted."
Thanks.
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