The blood on her body also dyed Qing's eyes red. His pupils suddenly shrank, and a feeling of extreme fear made his heart gradually become cold.
Qing looked at those two people tightly, as if he wanted to imprint their figures firmly on his heart. One day, one day, he would not be able to get back this debt.
Lowering his head, the woman in his arms closed her eyes tightly. He hugged Xiang Qinglan on the ground with red eyes. She was as thin as a gust of wind, with no weight at all. Qing's heart was tight
It shrank, and during the beating, it swelled with pain.
"Lan, where does it hurt? Where does it hurt? Tell me where it hurts?" He pressed tightly against her cold face. If he hadn't felt her breathing, he would have gone crazy. What should I do? What should I do?
, He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but he didn't know what to do. He was not a normal person. Maybe he was very smart, but this kind of emotion was the first time he had encountered it.
At that time, he could really be said to be helpless.
By the way, sick, hospital. He suddenly lifted something up and quickly hugged Xiang Qinglan and ran forward. The hospital he remembered was not far away from here. Lan, you will be fine, nothing will happen.
He hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and he ran very fast. Sweat dripped down his face towards Qinglan's almost transparent face, and then fell into hers along her face.
In her hair, her lips moved slightly, as if she was shouting something.
Pedestrians in twos and threes looked strangely at a handsome man holding a woman and running forward like the wind. They just blinked and couldn't see the figures of the two people, so fast.
When Qing carried Xiang Qinglan to the hospital, all his clothes were almost soaked. He was panting from time to time, and the messy hair on his forehead was slightly wet, but his hands were still holding him tightly.
Xiang Qinglan felt weak in her arms and refused to let go no matter what.
"If you don't let go, how can we save her?" The doctor looked helplessly at the woman in Qing's arms. She looked seriously injured, but the man wouldn't take his hands away, telling them how to save her.
They have never seen a family member of a patient who is so uncooperative. No, he is an overly nervous person.
"You can save her, right?" Qing raised his eyes, and his red eyes showed his fear at this time. Nothing could happen to Lan, absolutely not, otherwise, he would not be able to survive.
The doctor nodded vigorously and lowered his head to look at Huai Ting and Xiang Qinglan. He had never seen such a face as pale as snow. It was the first time that he felt this powerless. It seemed that he had felt so powerless before.
, he never had this feeling when he was living alone on the street. He really couldn't lose her.
His fingers slowly loosened, but his eyes were still on her face. When the redness faded, his eyes were still full of sadness. Is it really okay? Will it really be okay?
The doctor finally took Xiang Qinglan from his hand and put her on the stand. Qing just stretched out his hand and held it tightly in the air. He could only watch her being pushed forward.
Inside the operating room.
Lan, what should we do?
He covered his face and never dared to leave the door with his eyes. Half an hour passed, an hour passed, time passed by minute by second... He always maintained the posture of Zicai, like a wooden man,
Standing there, he seemed to have looked through the door at the person he cared about most.
He didn't know how long he had been waiting. His whole body was numb. The door finally opened. His eyes suddenly opened wide and he looked at Xiang Qinglan who was pushed out from inside. Her face was still covered with a ventilator.
, making it extremely difficult for him to see her face clearly.
When he took a step forward, he felt that his lips were very dry, and he didn't even dare to ask a question.