"Hahahahaha..."
She laughed very loudly.
Su Wanwan wanted her to calm down, so she yelled, "Ouyang Maomao!"
Just as she was about to say something, the sound of a saw rang out. In less than a second, Su Wanwan felt liquid gushing onto her face, and then she watched helplessly as her ten fingers fell onto the table.
No……
It doesn't hurt...
It didn't hurt at all...
Is she...dreaming?
But...aren't dreams colorless? The bloody scene before me is too vivid, not gray and white.
Ouyang Maomao picked up Su Wanwan's fingers one by one and put them in a bag. She looked at Su Wanwan indifferently and used her blood-stained fingers to wipe Su Wanwan's face, which was covered with bloodstains, leaving streaks that were first deep and then shallow.
Although Su Wanwan had lost a finger, she felt no pain at all. When Ouyang Maomao made this gesture, Su Wanwan only felt a coldness on her cheek.
She knew that none of this was a dream.
"Oh my god, this is terrible! Don't look at me like that. Considering you've raised my child for two years, I'll still give you anesthesia."
Su Wanwan asked her, "Why did you do that?"
Ouyang Maomao said almost frantically, "Hahaha, why? Su Wanwan, my best friend, don't you know I like Shengjun? You still want to be with him? How shameless of you are to be with him?"
Su Wanwan looked at Ouyang Maomao at this moment, tears welling up in her eyes, and a sense of pain gradually crept in.
She laughed and said to Ouyang Maomao, "Don't you know he likes me? I was always clinging to him in high school, didn't I? Don't you know I've always had a crush on that little boy on the Ferris wheel since I was little? Now you're using unrequited love to morally blackmail me?"
Ouyang Maomao slapped Su Wanwan across the face: "I didn't have unrequited love! He said that as long as he found the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he would start thinking about dating and marriage. He's only with you because of Grandpa's will!"
Su Wanwan felt that she was beyond saving.
The blood kept flowing. At this moment, she felt her body getting weaker and weaker, her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and she had no strength to say anything more. The joints of her severed fingers were also throbbing with pain.
Even though it was just a problem with her wound, she felt pain all over her body, as if she had jumped into a fire pit, her whole body was burning hot, and her mind was becoming increasingly unclear.
She vaguely heard Jiang Shengjun and Ouyang Maomao arguing, as well as the sound of police sirens.
"Wanwan!"
"Ouyang Maomao! What are you doing!"
"Shengjun, I've found the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation for you. This is the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Shengjun, please don't leave me again, okay?"
"Are you crazy?"
"I'm not crazy! You said you wouldn't get married until you found the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation! Jiang Rou said you're with her only for the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation!"
Immediately, Su Wanwan seemed to be picked up by Jiang Shengjun, whose unique sandalwood fragrance was very noticeable.
He also seemed to kick Ouyang Maomao and said, "Get lost! See you at the police station!"
Despite the bumpy journey, Su Wanwan couldn't fall asleep; she couldn't die even if she wanted to.
She was in pain all over her body, especially her fingers, followed by her head. Her body was also burning hot, as if she had a fever, and her whole body felt heavy, as if she were being crushed by a boulder and couldn't move.
Jiang Shengjun said to Su Wanwan in a trembling voice, "I shouldn't have left you. I should have held your hand wherever we went. I'm sorry, Wanwan, I'm sorry. Please don't sleep, stay awake. I'm begging you, please. I'm begging you."
A low, hoarse, and trembling voice came through, and Su Wanwan's hand had no strength to lift. She wanted to touch Jiang Shengjun's face, but at this moment she had no strength left to move.
With her pale lips slightly parted, Su Wanwan said, "No... I'm fine, don't worry about me, it doesn't hurt..."
As she spoke, Jiang Shengjun held her close, bringing his ear close to her mouth. When he heard her words, tears welled up in his eyes.
Tears dripped onto Su Wanwan's cheeks. Su Wanwan forced a smile and whispered, "Silly girl, don't cry. I'll be alright."
Jiang Shengjun cried even harder, his almost choked voice reaching Su Wanwan's ears. He hugged her and said, "It's my fault. I loved you too hastily. I appeared at the wrong time, which is why you are in so much pain now. Wanwan, I regret it. If I had continued to hate Ouyang Maomao when I met her, if I hadn't listened to Grandma and kept my distance from her, you wouldn't have suffered so much. If I hadn't been so flamboyant in front of Ouyang Maomao when I met you, if I had kept our marriage low-key, none of this would have happened. I was too hasty."
Su Wanwan said softly, "It's nothing."
She closed her eyes, and tears slid down her cheeks.
Jiang Shengjun held Su Wanwan in his arms. Seeing that she was not moving, he ordered her, "Su Wanwan! Hold on! You haven't registered our marriage yet. Also, the child is only one year old. A family is incomplete without a mother. We all need you, Su Wanwan!"
As he spoke, seeing that Su Wanwan did not respond, he began to shake her body.
At this moment, a young nurse born in the 2000s shouted at Jiang Shengjun, "Alright, you crazy old man, please wake up! If you keep shaking the patient, you'll shake him to death!"
Jiang Shengjun calmed down after hearing this.
They arrived at the hospital quickly, where Su Wanwan was being treated in the emergency room. The doctor said that a severed finger can be reattached under certain conditions. Finger replantation is a common surgical procedure, and the success of the reattachment is closely related to factors such as the extent of the injury, preservation conditions, and surgical time. This time, the procedure was relatively quick and likely to be successful.
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