His gaze froze, and an irrepressible pain appeared on his face.
"Ann..." Wang Aoshuang shouted heart-wrenchingly, his face pale.
The severe pain made Ling Ang's breathing messy, but he still tried his best to endure it, "It's okay, I'm just hit on the back, it won't be fatal."
Zheng Yan rushed over and covered the two of them leaving.
The two of them quickly helped Ling Ang get into the car and drove the car to the hospital quickly.
Because the knife was still stuck in his back, Ling Ang could not sit back, so Wang Aoshuang asked him to lean in his arms and hug him tightly.
There was a wound on the back of Ling Ang's neck, and blood was constantly flowing. Now he was stabbed again on his shoulder blade. The blood from the two wounds mixed together, soaking half of his clothes.
Her tears burst out from her eyes, and her hands and feet were trembling violently in panic.
Ling Ang felt her trembling look, took a deep breath, pretending to be calm, "Ao Shuang, don't be so nervous, there will be no life in danger."
She was so worried that her lips lost their blood, her voice intermittently, "Well... you won't... have something to do..."
Seeing her so frightened, he suppressed the pain and smiled palely, "What I said is true. The wound will definitely not die in that place. Besides, I am dead, who will take care of you."
She covered him tightly, feeling extremely guilty, "Why are you so stupid? If the knife is stuck in your heart, you will be dead."
He raised his pale lips and smiled weakly, but his voice was firm, "If I could see the knife inserted into your heart, I would be worse than death. It would be better to let it penetrate directly into me."
Wang Aoshuang pressed her face against his forehead and tears kept flowing, "I'm sorry, I'm the one who hurt you."
His breathing became increasingly useless and he said with some difficulty: "Don't feel guilty, everything is voluntary, as long as you forgive me."
She held his hand and hurriedly said, "Well, I forgive you all. No matter what you have done, I forgive you all."
"Really?" He breathed weakly, with deep expectations on his face.
She held his palm tightly, her tone was extremely firm, "Really."
He stretched out his hand and stroked her face very hard, and a light and elegant smile appeared on his bloodless face, "Thank you."
"Don't say anything, you have a good rest and you'll be in the hospital soon."
He let out a light breath, releasing his tense nerves.
Although the pain of the wound penetrated into the bone marrow, it was nothing to him. Because this joy had covered the pain in his body, the depression and depression for several days were wiped out.
He closed his eyes quietly, leaned in her arms, fighting the pain with all his might.
When he went to the hospital, Ling Ang was immediately sent to the operating room.
Wang Aoshuang sat on the stool without any spirit, looking unconscious.
Zheng Yan walked over and patted her shoulder gently, "Don't worry too much, Ang won't be in trouble."
"Yes." Her eyebrows were still full of worry.
Zheng Yanjing glanced at her quietly, and his tone was very serious, "Ao Shuang, I am Ang's good brother. But I want to say something to you as your friend. Ang really loves you very much, and it is also a rare thing in this world.
Good man, I hope you can cherish the fate with him.”