However, he suddenly thought of a man.

Sun Yue.

Hurriedly took out his cell phone and called.

"Sun Yue, where's your brother? How's it going?" Zhao Sanjin began to ask after him because he was anxious and didn't even report his name.

"Is it brother Zhao? My brother is still in the emergency room. He has been in for four or five hours and has no news at all."

"I'll come down right away." as long as he heard that sun Feihu had not been sent away, Zhao Sanjin's heart was relieved.

Obviously, he is still rescuing, which means that he is not dead. Zhao Sanjin tries his best to believe that he can still fight with the God of death.

The door of the rescue room on the left side of the entrance of the hall is tightly closed. On the seat outside the door, there is a girl lying on her stomach. At the moment, her head is buried between her knees, and her hair slides from behind to front. It looks very messy.

Zhao Sanjin stood in the girl's face and hesitated at the corners of his wriggling mouth for a long time, but he didn't think about what to say. Finally, he could only smile awkwardly and say, "sun... Sun Yue!"

"Brother Zhao?" Sun Yue slowly raised her head, a beautiful face, has cried into a small flower cat, and her cheeks have become a little red and swollen because of the erosion of tears, which makes Zhao Sanjin feel some inexplicable pain.

"Brother Zhao!" Sun Yue threw himself into Zhao Sanjin's arms, knelt on his knees and burst into tears. What a sad scene.

"Get up first, sit down and speak slowly."

"Well." Sun Yue returned to the seat with the help of Zhao Sanjin, but still lay on Zhao Sanjin's shoulder, sobbing slightly and unwilling to look up.