After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 349 Two Deaths, One Life

On the way to Qingshan Hospital, Nan Song's palms were sweating.

Her head was buzzing, and she felt that her heart was cold and cold, without a trace of warmth. Her heart was sinking, panicking.

The younger brother told her that Qiao Leng had ambushed someone on the way to the airport and tried to escape. He exchanged fire with the police and was shot in multiple places, and was fatally shot in the end.

Joe was freezing.

The devil who had tortured her and made her miserable was finally dead.

But the car Yu Jinwen and Yan Yuan were in collided with the car driven by Qiao Leng, causing a very serious car accident.

Both people were sent to the nearest Qingshan Hospital for rescue, but... the situation was grim.

The originally sunny weather suddenly turned gloomy.

God changes his face too quickly, which is unbearable.

Nan Song was stiff all over, and her brother kept comforting her, but it seemed as if all sounds were cut off from her ears, and she couldn't hear anything.

Scenes suddenly flashed through his eyes like a revolving lantern.

She thought of that day ten years ago, the tall man and handsome face who held her in his arms, comforted her not to be afraid, and told her, "My name is Yu Jinwen."

She couldn't remember his cold treatment of her in those three years. She only remembered how he apologized again and again, confessed again and again, and tried his best to please her.

She loved a man for ten years.

During the ten years when she loved him most, the person he pretended to be was not her.

In the six months since he wanted to pursue her back, she had been indifferent, repulsive, rejected, disgusted, and even disgusted.

She repaid him ten times the injustice he had done to her, and she took revenge vividly and painfully. She was very strong-willed. If she said she didn't love him anymore, she didn't love him anymore.

But why, at this moment, all she thinks about is his good?

What about his badness?

Why can't she remember suddenly?

Nan Song got out of the car with numb legs and walked to the entrance of Qingshan Hospital. She suddenly stopped and did not dare to go inside.

She was a little scared.

Luo Junheng saw her pale face and bloodless lips, came over to hug her, caressed her shoulders, and said warmly: "Don't be afraid, big brother is with you."

Nan Song walked in, got into the elevator, and went upstairs.

As soon as I got out of the elevator, I heard roars, mixed with cries.

"The person was still breathing when he came in. He was obviously angry. Why did you put him to death? Why?!"

"Aren't you doctors? Save people! Save people quickly!"

"Save him, I beg you..."

Zhao Xu grabbed the doctor's collar, cried, shouted, and fussed, and finally broke down in tears.

He Zhao hugged him, trying to stop him but couldn't stop him, so he squatted on the ground with him.

The two seven-foot-old boys, with red eyes, hugged each other and cried.

The bodyguard in black next to him was standing against the wall, his face was also ashen, his eyes were red, his head was lowered, silently mourning.

There was a buzz in Nan Song's head, like thunder, and he froze at the entrance of the stairs.

There was a body lying on the surgical stretcher, covered with white cloth from feet to head, and the white cloth had long been stained red with blood.

Shocking red.

Quietly.

so quiet...

Zhao Xu and He Zhao looked suffocated when they saw Nan Song's arrival, and then their expressions twitched, they covered their foreheads and burst into tears.

Nan Song, like a soulless puppet, walked towards the surgical stretcher step by step.

"Xiao Liu..." Bai Luyu wanted to stop her, but she pushed him away.

He Shen called her, but she turned a deaf ear.

Luo Junheng grabbed Bai Luyu and He Shen, shook his head at them, and watched his sister approaching step by step, only following behind her silently.

Nan Song's eyes were dry and there was no trace of moisture.

She walked to the stretcher, raised her hand, stiffly and tremblingly, and slowly pulled away the white cloth, clearly seeing Yu Jinwen's deformed, sunken, and cold face.He just lay there quietly, silently, extremely quiet, as quiet as if he was asleep.

Maybe he just fell asleep.

Yes, just fell asleep.

"What are you still doing?"

Nan Song suddenly spoke, his voice low and hoarse as if it had been wiped with sandpaper, "Send the patient back to the ward quickly and let him have a good rest."

Everyone stared at her, but no one responded.

Nan Song was angry, why didn't he listen to her?

Forget it, she pushed it herself.

Nan Song walked around the bedside and pushed the surgical stretcher towards the ward, but heard a "pop" sound, as if something fell from Yu Jinwen's palm.

She paused in her steps, lowered her eyes and saw that it was a hairpin.

A wooden hairpin that has been broken into two pieces.

It was carved with roses and stained with blood.

It really looks like a red rose.

A tear burst out of Nan Song's eyes.

She raised her fingertips and wiped them dry, but for some reason, more and more liquid accumulated in the corners of her eyes, like beads with broken strings, falling endlessly.

She still wiped stubbornly, not wanting to shed a single tear.

He Zhao came over, picked up the broken wooden hairpin from the ground, held it in his palm, and handed it to Nan Song.

His voice was hoarse, "This is something that Mr. Yu holds tightly in his hand and refuses to let go. Mr. Nan, return it to its original owner."

Tears fell uncontrollably again, Nan Song squatted on the ground and buried his face in his palms.

The corridor was quiet except for the sound of low whimpering.

Like a child crying.

The door of the operating room suddenly opened, and a nurse shouted, "Are Yan Yuan's family members here? Have their family members arrived? The patient lost too much blood and needs a blood transfusion. Who has type AB blood?"

Bai Luyu and He Shen stood up together, "I am!"

"Come here and get your blood type tested."

Discussions came from inside, "No, it's not possible, the injury is too serious, and the breathing is gone... Is the dean here? Call quickly!"

Luo Junheng walked over, squatted down, and stroked Nan Song's soft hair with his big and generous hands.

"Xiao Liu, don't cry. Yan Yuan needs you, and we need you too."

He took Nan Song's hand away and saw a face full of tears.

Luo Junheng raised his hand, wiped away her tears, and helped her up with a half-hug, "Go. I'll help you take care of him."

Nan Song took a deep look at Yu Jinwen and entered the operating room.

Yan Yuan was lying on the hospital bed and had already performed two high-power first aid treatments. The attending doctor and nurse were ashen-faced and at a loss.

Seeing Nan Song being brought in by the nurse and confirming his identity as a famous doctor, he seemed to see hope and quickly explained the situation.

Nan Song checked Yan Yuan's condition and gave orders in a straightforward, concise and powerful manner, like a medical machine without emotion.

However, when she saw the half-length wooden hairpin held in Yan Yuan's hand, her eyes filled with tears again.

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An hour later, the lights in the operating room went out.

Yan Yuan was rescued and transferred to the intensive care unit.

The medical staff came out of the operating room covered in sweat, feeling frightened by the dangerous situation just now, and admiring Dr. Grace's medical skills.

Nan Song came out last, still wearing surgical clothes.

"Good."

Luo Junheng went up to meet her, touched her face, and hugged her into his arms.

Nan Song leaned on his shoulder, shaking all over and crying, "Brother, he is dead, he is dead..."

(End of this chapter)