When I arrived at the inpatient department, I saw a corridor that was already in chaos.
Several injured patients were being pushed away in a hurry by nurses, making sounds of pain.
Qin Qianluo stood at the door of the ward, with messy hair and hospital gown stained with blood. He held a fruit knife tightly in both hands and stabbed fiercely:
"Get out! Get out of here! No one can take away my child!"
And Yilan stood right in front of her, not afraid of the sharp knife, and even tried to get closer...
Fu Ziyang was shocked, this woman didn't want her life?!
He stepped forward and was about to pull her away when he saw Yilan's face was calm.
Today, Xu Yanbei found the child early, and Qin Qianluo lost control especially, holding the child and refusing to give up.
Worried about hurting the innocent child, she followed the method discussed with her senior brother and asked Xu Yanbei to take the child away, intending to make Qin Qianluo face the reality. Unexpectedly, Qin Qianluo suddenly went crazy.
She said softly: "Qian Luo, that's not your child. Your child is actually dead."
"You should accept this reality and get out of that sad memory, instead of staying immersed in painful memories..."
But when Qin Qianluo heard this, his face became even more ferocious and crazy.
"Liars! You are all liars!"
"My child will not die!"
"I won't trust anyone! Go away! Go away!"
She was in a crazy mood, holding a sharp fruit knife tightly and stabbing violently!
It didn't matter to Yilan, her hand was stabbed by a knife, and blood instantly overflowed...
But she only frowned, took out the sedative she had prepared, went up to it, stabbed it into her neck accurately, and poured the liquid into it.
Qin Qianluo's limbs suddenly went limp, the knife in his hand fell to the ground, and he fell back with his pupils widened.
Yilan helped her in time and returned to the ward.
Fu Ziyang was still frightened and hurriedly walked into the ward.
His eyes were fixed on Yilan, whose stabbed hand was still bleeding...
And she actually ignored her injuries and stood by the bed with a hot towel to wipe the blood and cold sweat from Qin Qianluo's face on the bed.
Fu Ziyang frowned and couldn't help but said: "Why don't you bandage your hand first?"
Yilan glanced at her hand lightly and didn't care:
"It's okay, just a minor injury."
He put down the towel and measured Qin Qianluo's blood pressure again.
Fu Ziyang looked at her focused and serious profile, and felt a strange emotion in his heart.
You don’t care if you get hurt, but you still focus on taking care of others?
He really didn't expect that a woman with thorny words would have such a side!
He narrowed his eyes and said, "Wait for me."
Yilan looked at his back. She didn't know why, but she didn't care. She lowered her head and continued to take care of Qin Qianluo.
After a while, the door to the ward opened again.
It was Fu Ziyang who came back.
He was holding medicine and gauze in his hand: "Treat the wound on your hand first."
Yilan had just placed Qin Qianluo and took a look at the wound: "It really needs to be treated."
She went over and sat down, and was about to bandage it, when Fu Ziyang picked up her hand and said in a sharp tone:
"If you have trouble with one hand, I'll cover it for you."
Yilan was stunned and retracted her hand reflexively, "I can do it myself."
Fu Ziyang stared at her: "What? I bandaged you and you thought I was going to eat you?"
Yilan: "..."
Forget it, one hand really can't be bandaged.
She reached out her hand calmly and proudly.
Fu Ziyang held it, took the anti-inflammatory cotton swab, and gently wiped the blood stains from the wound.
Yilan's nerves were tense, feeling his clumsy yet cautious movements, and she was slightly startled.
How could a straight man like him have such a calm and considerate side?