"You can't go!" He still couldn't let her go, so he hugged her into his arms.
Qin Yaying lost a lot of blood and no longer had the strength to struggle and resist. She could only watch helplessly as Leng Muchen was helped up by Ling Yijie and several of his men.
"Fu Zijun, please let me go, okay? I want to accompany him, I want to accompany him." Qin Yaying was really scared. The gun hit her chest. No one could predict what would happen next.
However, she was still hoping in her heart that he would be fine. She just wanted to be by his side.
Leng Muchen forced herself to stand up, "Yingying, wait for me!" No matter how strong her support was, she still fell into a coma.
After Ling Yijie shouted at him, he just glanced at Qin Yaying and left with Leng Muchen.
He didn't take Qin Yaying with him. He didn't have time. If the stalemate with Fu Zijun continued like this, maybe Leng Muchen would really die.
Fu Zijun hugged Qin Yaying and walked step by step towards Jin Tianhu who fell on the ground. His eyes were wide open. He was so unwilling and unwilling to close his eyes.
"Young Master Fu, the gang leader has passed away." Another subordinate looked at Fu Zijun.
They suddenly felt like a leaderless group, and Fu Zijun didn't want to take care of it. If Jin Tianhu hadn't been so forced, Yingying wouldn't be like this.
What's more, because of Jin Tianhu, Yingying did suffer a lot and suffered a lot in those two years. Even this time, Jin Tianhu still had no intention of letting Qin Yaying go.
He was lying to him and had been using him. But now, no matter whether Leng Muchen was dead or alive, he didn't want to care anymore. He just wanted to take Yingying away from this place of right and wrong.
Qin Yaying had fallen into a semi-conscious state due to excessive blood loss, but her whitened lips still whispered Leng Muchen's name.
"Yingying!" Fu Zijun watched Qin Yaying lose consciousness, and then looked at the pool of blood on the ground. The injury on her wrist was much more serious than he imagined.
At this time, he felt uneasy in his heart. He picked her up and drove the car towards the hospital.
He stood in front of the operating room, but time passed by like every second seemed to have taken away his life. Why did he do this?
What did he get in the end?
If something happens to Yingying, what should he do? If something happens to Leng Muchen, what should she do? But she is the abandoned one, and he has always been the abandoned one, always.
He has never received family affection since he was a child, and now, the love he wants is about to be lost.
I don't know how long it took, but the door of the operating room was opened and a doctor came out, "Doctor, how is she?"
"Ms. Qin's wrist was cut to an artery and her nerves were damaged. Maybe her left hand will become inflexible." The doctor shook his head slightly.
"What about the child?" As soon as Fu Zijun heard the doctor's words, something happened to her.
"The child has been saved, but the condition is not very stable and needs to be hospitalized for observation." The doctor said with some worry.
Seeing that the doctor was about to leave, Fu Zijun stopped him again, "Doctor, is her hand really that serious?"
If he had known that this would be the outcome, would he have rather let her go than let her become like this?
The doctor nodded, "Ms. Qin is really patient. The wound is very deep."
Even a doctor feels how painful it is to have such a deep wound penetrated like this.
"Then, can't it be cured?" Fu Zijun looked at the doctor, "No matter how much it costs, as long as you can cure her, I can give it no matter how much money it takes."
The doctor still shook his head, "I still can't do this, maybe the United States can." He just suggested that some uncertain things cannot be guaranteed.
Fu Zijun let go, "Then can I go see her?"
In the first-class ward, Qin Yaying was lying on the bed, her wrists wrapped with layers of gauze, as well as her hands. Fu Zijun was by the bedside, reaching out to hold her other hand. It was cool, no matter how hard he held it.
It's tight, but there's still no way to warm it up.
"No, don't!" Qin Yaying woke up from her nightmare and looked at the white color in her eyes. She was in the hospital.
"Yingying, wake up. I'll call the doctor." Fu Zijun pressed the service bell. He was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable.
Qin Yaying looked at him blankly. In front of her, Fu Zijun's lips moved and opened and closed several times, but he didn't say a word.
"Yingying, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" Fu Zijun looked at her dull eyes and pulled her into his arms.
"I want to see him, I want to see him." Qin Yaying suddenly came to her senses and struggled out of Fu Zijun's arms.
I opened the quilt and got out of bed. I didn't even put on my slippers and ran out of the ward.
"Yingying, where are you going? You are still very weak now." Fu Zijun's heart was tightly squeezed when he saw her like this.
No matter how unscrupulous he was, he tried his best to find another hospital instead of sending her to the same hospital as Leng Muchen. He was already determined not to let them meet.
"I want to see him, don't stop me!" Qin Yaying was very excited, hitting and kicking him with both hands and feet, regardless of the injuries on her hands, the gun abrasion on her right arm, and the gunshot wound on her left wrist.
Cut, as she struggled, the white gauze became slightly red again.
At this time, the doctor came in and saw the situation before him, "Ms. Qin, you need to have a good rest." The nurse took the gauze and medicine and helped her re-treat the wound.
Qin Yaying was very uncooperative. She kept struggling. Fu Zijun had to hold her tightly in his arms, "Yingying, don't forget, you still have a child in your belly."
The child made Qin Yaying stop struggling. She had a child. Why couldn't she take care of the child? If the child was gone, how would she tell Leng Muchen?
She originally wanted to tell him that she had his child, but she didn't have the chance to say it, and something so chaotic happened.
"Fu Zijun, I beg you, take me to see him! He is fine, isn't he?" Qin Yaying was afraid that these were just her own self-comforts, so much blood, so shocking.
"When you get better, I will take you to see him." Fu Zijun coaxed her, saying that as long as she behaves well, he would agree to whatever she said now.
Qin Yaying's thoughts were all about Leng Muchen, but she didn't care about her injuries, let alone how serious the injury on her wrist was.
The doctor and nurse treated the wound together and left the ward.
Fu Zijun asked Qin Yaying to lie down on the bed, "Yingying, you have a good rest first."
Qin Yaying opened her eyes wide and stared at the ceiling, "When will you take me to see him? I want to go now. My feet are not injured."
She just suffered a minor injury on her hand, which was nothing compared to Leng Muchen!
"You rest first, I'll go ask which hospital he is in." Fu Zijun was just delaying time. He hoped that Leng Muchen would die. If he died, Yingying would stay by his side with peace of mind.
Maybe his thoughts and actions are despicable, but he has no regrets.
In order to get Qin Yaying, he can be despicable again and again.
Qin Yaying raised her eyes and looked at him, "Would you really do this? If you didn't take me away, nothing would have happened to him. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't be in limbo now."
"You are still blaming me, will you hate me very much?" Fu Zijun can face everything now. If she hates it, just hate it. Even if she doesn't hate it now, she will hate it when he takes her away.
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Qin Yaying did not answer his words, but muttered in a low voice, "I should have blocked that shot."