The wounds on Su Jinse's back were serious. Sister Ling was afraid of infection, so she sent her to the hospital for treatment. She took out the glass shards from her back and disinfected them with alcohol.
When she returned to Chunhua Garden, it was already midnight. After Sister Ling sent her back to her room, she came down to clean up the living room.
Yan Jue was not in the room, and Su Jinse breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.
After she turned off the heating in the bedroom, the whole house was cold. There was a glass of boiling water and a medicine bottle next to the bed, which were left behind by Sister Ling when she left. Yan Jue would never forget these measures and always took safety measures very seriously.
good.
Su Jinse opened the bottle cap, poured two pills out of it and put them into her mouth. She took a sip of water and let the pills blend into her body, her eyes full of disgust.
She would not keep the child, let alone get pregnant.
She huddled under the quilt, lying on her side and hugging herself tightly. Her back hurt so much that she couldn't fall asleep. After a long time, she sat up from the bed and opened the first drawer of the bedside table. Inside, the doctor prepared some sleeping pills and ordered
If the pain of the wound is really unbearable, just take one pill. Her head was a little dizzy. She looked at the pills and put them all into her mouth. After eating, the pain was gone, and her eyelids began to slowly become heavy.
Yan Jue came back from outside early the next morning. As soon as he walked into the bedroom, he felt that the room was extremely cold. The heater was turned off. Su Jinse was sleeping with her back to him. She huddled up and felt a burst of fire for no reason.
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He strode to the bed, pulled her up from the bed, "Get up."
Yan Jue pulled Su Jinse's whole body out from under the quilt with a strong pull. He didn't see any movement from her. He saw that her eyes were closed, her body was a little hot, and her hands were sticky. He saw that they were blood.
Were the wounds on her body not treated?
Yan Jue's eyebrows jumped, and he turned her over and lifted off her loose pajamas. When he saw that the wounds on her back that were still bleeding were inflamed, he reached out and touched her forehead. Her head felt very hot.
He shook Su Jinse hard several times and said, "Wake up!"
There was still no response, even though it was burned like this, he didn't even make a sound. Yan Jue's face froze, and then he noticed something was wrong. He looked around on the bedside table. When he noticed the bag containing medicine placed on it, he put it between his nose and smelled it.
After hearing this, I immediately called Sister Ling to come up.
"What's in here?"
Sister Ling looked at the bag in Yan Jue's hand, her eyelids twitched, and looking at Su Jinse sleeping peacefully on the bed, she exclaimed, "Oh my God!"
"What's wrong?" Yan Jue asked in a deep voice, his eyes sharp.
Sister Ling was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat, "That's a sleeping pill. The wound on Jinse's back was too serious. The doctor was afraid that she would be in pain and unable to sleep at night, so he gave her a few pills. If she couldn't bear it, she took one. Why did she..."
"How many in total?"
"Five."
Yan Jue hurriedly stood up with Jinse in his arms and ran downstairs. Sister Ling packed up a set of Su Jinse's clothes and followed her downstairs, rushing all the way to the hospital.
"how?"
Song Mo was wearing a white coat and looked at the woman in Yan Jue's arms, "Cold salad!"
The man glanced over.
"Look, you are responsible for everything. I don't understand. You didn't like to force women before, but now you commit suicide. If I just change you, why bother to make it so tiring and let me clean it up for you?"
This mess." Song Mo rolled his eyes.
"I have my own sense of discretion. You wake her up first."
Song Mo rolled his eyes again.
"I think sooner or later you will be carried by a woman again."