Wealthy child bride: divorced 101 times

More blood flowed out, and he was sitting by the bed, next to the alarm bell, as long as one rang, the nurses would come over.

But for some reason, he was not interested in pressing it.

The more blood flowed, the more lucid his head became, and it seemed that Doreen could clearly see Doreen turning away—she didn't even turn his head.

I've been pretending to be crazy for so long because of this moment, right?

He wanted to laugh inexplicably, but tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Is he going to die?But why, what he was thinking about now was how sad Doreen was when she stabbed him without hesitation...

It is because I know her feelings for him that I feel more distressed about her past.

The sun fell on the man's gradually pale face, the man's eyes gradually lost their light, and his body fell powerlessly into a pool of blood...

"Mr. Wood?!"

A sharp female voice broke the silence in the room, and the little girl who came over to make rounds.Seeing the scene in the ward, the nurse screamed, "Come here! Help!"

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Mu Qiaozhi woke up in the operating ward in the early morning of the next day.

When he opened his eyes and saw the happy smiling faces of the doctors and nurses, he couldn't recover for a moment.

"..." He opened his mouth and made a few breath sounds. His chest hurt so much that he couldn't speak.

"Mr. Mu, you finally woke up! Don't rush to talk!" The nurse pushed him out of the operating room after a busy day and night. Mu Qiaozhi looked up at the ceiling of the hospital, and finally realized the fact that he not dead.

He was brought back to life.

"Haha..." He couldn't help wanting to laugh, the corners of his mouth parted, and he laughed hoarsely, "Hahaha..."

How is he still alive?How could he be alive?

He should have died in the first place, and only after he died, there would be no need for such pain, guilt, and remorse!

"Mr. Wood?"

The little one standing by.The nurse looked at Mu Qiaozhi who was smiling ferociously in surprise. She had seen many patients who had narrowly escaped death in the operating ward, but none of them could smile so sadly like him.

"Mr. Mu, what's wrong with you?"

Due to the force, the wound on the chest that had just been stitched opened again. Several nurses looked at each other and knew that something was wrong, so they hurriedly injected Mu Qiaozhi with a tranquilizer.

The man lying on the hospital bed fell into a coma under the influence of the sedative. The corners of his mouth were still slightly upturned, but a tear gradually slipped out of his slowly closed eyes.

Then it disappeared between his temples in an instant.

When Mu Qiaozhi woke up again, he had calmed down a lot. He was emotionally stable. Although his face was pale, he had a gentle smile. The nurses who were guarding him in case he had another attack finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Mu, do you need me to call you to inform your family?"

"No thanks."

He shook his head and refused.

After a while, the doctor came in. Holding his medical records, he told him that if the knife was a little bit off, his life might not be saved.

He told him that he was lucky, the scalpel did not cut the aorta, and someone found him in time, and even the ambulance happened to pass by that road.

Mu Qiaozhi listened to all this with the same smile on his face as before, there are many things that cannot be thought about carefully, thinking about it can kill people.