I forget you in the depths of time

Chapter 96 Do You Think I'll Let You Go?
Song Qingyue shrank into a ball, the doctor's white robe was already stained with dust.

The abnormality of her body made her almost unable to maintain her sanity, her winking eyes were like silk, and the clear spiritual eyes were covered with a thin mist.

Biting his lip and shrinking pitifully, he succeeded in pleasing the other party.

He grinned grinningly, and patted Song Qingyue's cheek, "Sure enough, we need to use something to cheer us up!"

Song Qingyue cursed him to death from the bottom of her heart, but she despised herself even more, because of the effect of the medicine, the hotness ran wildly in her body, just now when his hand slapped her cheek, she actually shamelessly wanted to stick it, and wanted to absorb more.

Desperately suppressing that absurd thought, when he heard the rustling sound, the man seemed to be taking off his clothes.

Song Qingyue bit the tip of her tongue cruelly, the pain made her body tremble violently.

The blush on his face faded a lot, and he became strangely pale, with tiny beads of sweat on his nose and forehead.

With this pain, she woke up a lot.

After experiencing what happened a few years ago, Song Qingyue has learned to behave well. She will no longer trust anyone, let alone believe that someone will come to save her.

Learn to love yourself if no one loves you, learn to save yourself if no one saves you.

She shrank, moved her position quietly, and reached into the coat pocket of her white coat.

When the man bent down, Song Qingyue, who was silently counting down, quickly took out the spray bottle in his pocket.

When she pressed it hard, Brother Xiong thought it was already in his bag, so he didn't guard against her. Song Qingyue pointed the spray bottle at him, spraying the liquid straight into the opponent's eyes.

"Ah! My eyes!" He covered his eyes, and a man about 1.8 meters tall knelt down in front of Song Qingyue. She scrambled and crawled out of Brother Xiong's control.

If it wasn't because of the conflict between the two people at the beginning, Brother Xiong kicked the tall and thin man, she might not have dared to do so, because she was not sure to subdue two people at the same time.

The memory of the past was too deep-rooted. For a long time, she would carry a dagger on her body, but then she slowly got better and changed the dangerous item like a dagger into something that she could carry with her.

It is precisely because of the painful lessons in the past that she now carries anti-wolf spray with her, but she did not expect to use it today.

"Bitch! What did you do to my eyes?!" Brother Xiong snarled, covering his eyes with one hand, and waving the other in the air, as if he was looking for her.

The effect of the spray was only temporary, and now her body was limp and weak, and she couldn't run at all.

Song Qingyue huddled in the corner, panting heavily, trying to calm herself down.

Her eyes kept looking around, if she didn't find a way to defend herself before the man's sight regained clarity, she might die even worse...

Seeing the glass under the rotten window of the factory building, Song Qingyue was startled, then touched it, and quietly hid the glass behind her back.

Sure enough, Brother Xiong quickly recovered his eyesight, but it was still a little blurry, and he could see people's shadows.

He bared his teeth, and walked towards Song Qingyue with a ferocious face, the corners of his eyes were red from being hurt by the pepper water.

Stumbling and grabbing Song Qingyue's arm, his slender arm was almost broken by him, she couldn't help but groaned, desperately enduring the discomfort in her body.

Being half-dragged and half-dragged, Brother Xiong kept tightening his grip on her neck, his throat closed and squeezed, his eyes bulged, and white benevolence appeared. When Song Qingyue was about to suffocate, her survival instinct inspired her to move The glass pierced into the opponent's abdomen.

Like a butterfly with broken wings crashing to the ground, she lay on the ground retching, and what she vomited was yellow water.

She is a doctor and understands the anatomy of the human body, so she knows exactly where is most vulnerable and where is fatal.

Song Qingyue had no strength left to struggle. Seeing the blood bubbling from her abdomen, Brother Xiong flew into a rage, picked up the leg of a waste stool and wanted to hit her.

When he got to the wound, his face turned pale, and he immediately arched his waist in pain.

"Cough cough..." Song Qingyue coughed, her voice was rough, "I advise you to go to the hospital quickly, if you go late, you may lose too much blood and die..."

"Damn it! Smelly bitches... are you pissing me off?!"

Song Qingyue raised the corners of her mouth with difficulty, "What am I afraid to do to survive? If you want to hurt me, so what if I kill you?!"

Seeing the man who was still vicious before curled up on the ground because of the pain, Song Qingyue exhausted all her strength just now and pushed the broken glass into his abdomen. If she didn't go to the hospital, she couldn't get it out at all.

As if caught in some painful memory, she looked at the man who collapsed on the ground, her eyes were red from the pool of blood flowing out of her body.

She got up tremblingly, and touched the leg of the stool that brother Xiong was going to use to hit her.

The fracture was not neat, and there were sharp and long wooden thorns. Her hand holding the stool leg was still shaking, her breathing was slow, and she sneered, "How about using this to send you on your way?"

"You..." He would pull his abdomen so hard, his face turned pale, and he looked at the dazed woman in horror, "Let me go... Please, let me go..."

"That's what I begged them for too..." Song Qingyue looked at him and smiled, her cheeks were blushing because of lust, and the corners of her eyes were full of charm, looking like she was winking, but in his eyes, now Song Qingyue is a crazy woman!

"But they didn't let me go, do you think I'll let you go?" Her originally clear voice became hoarse, and she giggled, "I gave you a chance to let you go, but you still want to hit me. I blame you for bumping into me! If I don’t kill you, how can I survive?”

She raised the stool leg and poked it down hard.

……

When Shen Yichen rushed over, what he saw was a person lying on the ground moaning in pain, while the other person was lying in a pool of blood, his life and death unknown.

A strong smell of blood came to his nostrils, and he subconsciously frowned.

When he saw the woman curled up in the corner, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he strode over, "Qingyue?"

"Qing..." Before he touched Song Qingyue, he heard her shout loudly, "Don't come here! Don't touch me!"

Shen Yichen was taken aback by her roar, and didn't dare to approach again.

Unspeakable suffering, throat blocked, unable to even make a sound.

He deliberately arranged for the employees of the company to go to the hospital for a physical examination. When he arrived at the entrance of the hospital, he saw Song Qingyue walking in a daze on the opposite street from a distance.

After a while, he saw the van galloping towards her, and seeing her being dragged away, Shen Yichen got into the van and followed without thinking.

I just lost track at an intersection, and it took a while to adjust the monitoring.

He wanted to get closer but didn't dare to get closer. Seeing Song Qingyue curled up into a ball and trembling, Shen Yichen's heart felt like being grabbed by an invisible big hand.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the small puddle of blood beside her, and realized something was wrong.

Squeezing her hand hard, seeing that her pulse was cut, he was startled severely, and his dark pupils shrank.

He didn't say much, ignored Song Qingyue's scolding and roaring, picked him up and took him away, completely ignoring the lives of the two people on the ground.

After finally sending her to the nearest hospital, Shen Yichen's face tensed.

As soon as the door of the operating room opened, he looked at the closed door as if he had just woken up from a dream.

After Song Qingyue was sent to the ward, the doctor was very serious, and his eyes condemned, "She took the medicine, but fortunately, the medicine's effect is relieved and it is not strong. Don't give her this kind of thing in the future. This kind of thing has a lot of side effects on the body. .”

"However, because the vein was cut off, she may not wake up so quickly due to excessive blood loss. In addition..." the doctor hesitated, "It was sent too late, even if it is connected, her right hand may have a negative impact on her future life. certain influence."

Shen Yichen was startled, and looked at the person on the bed, "You mean... will she have problems with her hands in the future?"

"Well, I missed the best treatment time, and it took too long, so if I connect it now, I may not be able to use my right hand in the future."

Seeing Shen Yichen standing there in shock, the doctor who was still dissatisfied with him also suppressed the unspoken reprimand. Before leaving, he just said, "When she wakes up, you can relieve her. I think she is also a doctor. , Now that my right hand is ruined, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the operating table again."

"... "

After the doctors and nurses withdrew, Shen Yichen still stood where he was, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move a step.

After a long time, he took a deep breath before he seemed to muster up his courage.

Sitting on the edge of the bed watching her, her cheeks were as pale as paper, and her lips lost their color.

He was suddenly afraid to see Song Qingyue wake up, because he didn't know how Song Qingyue...

Reaching out hesitantly, her fingertips landed on her red and swollen face, her thin lips parted slightly, "I'm sorry...it's me...I didn't protect you well..."

He lowered his brows and eyes in pain, and lowered his head.

inside abandoned factory

The erected camera was taken down and recorded everything that happened before.

Looking at it, the quilt cold eyebrows gradually opened, and the brows were slightly raised, stained with a smile.

"Boss, the man is still alive."

He casually glanced at the man who was still lying in a pool of blood, and walked closer.

The entrance was a pair of shiny black leather shoes, and neat suit pants without any wrinkles.

He grabbed the other person's trouser legs and said with difficulty, "Please...please help me..."

"Ok?"

The tail sound rises, dragging out a lazy long sound.

His handsome face was expressionless, and his deep and three-dimensional features were radiant with coldness. When he caught a glimpse of the hands holding his trouser legs, his brows were slightly frowned, and a look of cruelty flashed across his eyes.

The person who followed him stood aside, and after he gave him a cool look, the other party immediately understood.

He handed him the gloves and put them on himself.

After watching him put it on, he handed him the stool leg that was thrown aside.

The man simply squatted down, poking the wooden stick at the person who was holding on to his trouser legs, "Tsk tsk, she stopped at the last moment, she didn't kill you."

Brother Xiong saw the opponent's face clearly, he couldn't help but shuddered, and subconsciously let go of his trouser leg.

Because he clearly saw a flash of killing intent in the other party, looking at his waist was calm and dark, just like looking at a dead person.

He poked the place where he was hurt by the glass with the wooden prod of the stool leg, and chuckled, "She is soft-hearted and didn't send you on the road, so I'll give you a ride."

Brother Xiong's eyes widened, he couldn't even shout out the pain, his mouth was tightly covered by the young and handsome man, his body twitched twice, and the stool leg poked in along the original wound.

The abandoned factory was very quiet. Brother Xiong's red eyes widened, his body twitched convulsively from time to time, his legs were pinned down and he couldn't move.

(End of this chapter)