More blood flowed out. He sat beside the bed, next to the alarm bell. As long as he pressed it, the nurses and others would come over.
But for some reason, he couldn't muster the interest to press it.
The more blood flowed, the clearer his mind became, and it seemed that he could clearly see the image of Doreen turning around and leaving before his eyes - she didn't even look back at him.
I've been pretending to be crazy and stupid for so long just for this moment, right?
He wanted to laugh inexplicably, but tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes.
Is he going to die? But why, what he is thinking about now is how sad Doreen was when she stabbed him without hesitation...
It was because he knew her feelings for him that he felt even more sorry for her past.
The sun fell on the man's increasingly pale face, his eyes gradually lost their brightness, and his body fell weakly into a pool of blood...
"Mr. Mu?!"
A sharp female voice broke the silence in the room. The nurse who came to check the ward saw the scene in the ward and screamed, "Someone is here! Help!"
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Mu Qiaozhi woke up in the surgical ward early the next morning.
When he opened his eyes and saw the delighted smiling faces of the doctors and nurses, he couldn't come back to his senses for a moment.
"..." He opened his mouth and made a few breathy sounds. His chest hurt and he couldn't speak.
"Mr. Mu, you're finally awake! Don't speak in a hurry!" The nurse who had been busy all day and night pushed him out of the operating room. Mu Qiaozhi looked up at the ceiling of the hospital and finally realized a fact - it turned out that he was still alive.
not dead.
He was saved.
"Haha..." He couldn't help but want to laugh. He opened the corners of his mouth and laughed hoarsely, "Hahaha..."
How could he still be alive? How could he still be alive?
He should have died. Only by dying would he not have to suffer so much, feel so guilty, and regret so much!
"Mr. Mu?"
The little nurse who was standing by looked at Mu Qiaozhi who was smiling a little ferociously in surprise. She had seen many patients who had narrowly escaped death from the operating ward, but none of them smiled as sadly as he did.
"Mr. Mu, what's wrong with you?"
Due to the exertion, the newly stitched wound on the chest opened again. Several nurses looked at each other and knew something was wrong, so they hurriedly injected Mu Qiaozhi with a sedative.
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 upward, but a tear gradually slipped from his eyes that were slowly closing.
Then it disappeared between his hair in an instant.
When Mu Qiaozhi woke up again, he was much calmer. His mood was stable. Although his face was pale, he had a gentle smile. The nurses who were guarding him for fear that he would have 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. He took his medical records and told him that if the knife had been a little more biased, his life might not have been 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 on that road.
Mu Qiaozhi listened to all this with a smile on his face as always. There are many things that cannot be thought about in detail. Thinking about them can kill people.