Before waiting for Lin Jingmo's answer, Chen Tiehu discovered that Lin Jingmo's hand was not just the blood of Shang Shixu, but his own blood from the injury, so he hurriedly came to Lin Jingmo's side and opened her hand to take a look.
, Sure enough, she also suffered a knife wound. Although the wound was not deep, it almost hurt her muscles and bones.
Chen Tiehu was about to tear up his own clothes and bandage Lin Jingmo, but felt that his clothes were a little dirty, so he said to Lin Jingmo: "Madam, please come with me and ask the doctor to treat you and bandage the wound."
The pain from the palm of her hand reminded Lin Jingmo that she had been injured just now, but at the moment the doctor was saving Shang Jisu, why should he be distracted by a little trauma?
So she withdrew her palm and said, "It's okay, just wait."
Chen Tiehu shook his head helplessly, then took out his inner clothes, tore off the strip of cloth from the outer layer, then gently held her palm and wrapped it carefully for her, raised his head and said, "You are also injured, why did you just
Don’t tell me?”
Lin Jingmo smiled lightly and said, "Maybe it doesn't hurt enough."
Chen Tielong looked at Lin Jingmo's bleeding palm and smacked his lips and said: "How can such a deep wound not hurt? Look, in order to save her husband, she even ignored herself."
Just as Lin Jingmo was about to retort, the doctor who was rescuing the patient came out.
Lin Jingmo hurriedly asked: "Doctor, how is it? Is he awake?"
The doctor shook his head and said: "He has dozens of wounds on his body. Some are deep or shallow, and the wound on his back is the deepest. He ran all the way and lost too much blood. I have tried my best to stop the bleeding. Whether he can survive or not will be determined."
It depends on his destiny."
When Lin Jingmo heard this, it was like a bolt from the blue. It turned out that he had suffered so many injuries. He had been running away because he was too scared, but he didn't realize that he had so many injuries. He must have run too fast and caused his wounds to open.<
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Lin Jingmo ran into the house with some annoyance and sat next to Shang Shixu, tears falling one by one from his eyes.
"Shang Shixu..." Lin Jingmo gently brushed Shang Shixu's bloodless cheek with his hand. He was so painful that he didn't know what to say, so he just kept crying.
She thought silently in her heart: You must wake up! Shang Shixu, if you die like this, I will have nothing left to cherish in this world.
She looked at the ashen-faced Shang Shixu. At this moment, her heart felt empty, as if something had drained her dry, and she was at a loss.
She couldn't help but recall the scene when she and Shang Shixu first met. During the Lantern Festival, the snowflakes all over the sky were lightly piled up into thick snowdrifts. She was carrying a lantern and a girl, walking through a narrow place in the snow.
Lane, where she met Shang Shixu for the first time.
At that time, he was still a poor student, wearing thin coarse clothes on a cold day. When he passed a corner, there was a little girl begging. It was obvious that he himself looked poor and had not finished his meal, but he
He went through all his pockets and handed all the money to the child. He said to the girl: "My child, go home for the holidays."
At that time, Lin Jingmo had just been rejected by Lu Feicheng. She felt that this was the gentlest sentence she had ever heard in her life. Almost at that moment, Lin Jingmo was sure that she had fallen in love with him, the man with compassion and mercy.
The quotient sequence of the heart.
Later, the two of them met at a banquet in the palace, and Lin Jingmo recognized him at a glance as the Gongsheng whom he had met during the Lantern Festival.
But it was the first time for Shang Shixu to meet Lin Jingmo.
In Lin Jingmo's eyes, he was cold but not philistine, gentle and polite, which convinced her that Shang Shixu was her first choice for husband.
The two married regardless of their status gap, but on their wedding day, Lin Jingmo accidentally drank the wine Shuangyin handed her and fell asleep. For some reason, she didn't see Shang Shixu when she woke up the next day. Unknowingly, the two of them...
Three years passed in such a cold and indifferent way. During these three years, although Shang Shixu rarely went to see her, she had all the necessities of life. She was the legitimate mistress of the Shang Mansion.
He also respected Lin Jingmo's father Lin Yuanzhi extremely and never treated her harshly.
However, Lin Jingmo's love for him not only did not subside because of his coldness, but became deeper and deeper. Unfortunately, she had been spoiled since she was a child and did not know how to express herself. She was always strong and unwilling to be outdone, which made Shang Shixu misunderstand her.
He became more and more convinced that she was as vicious as outsiders said, and was almost killed after she threatened him.
Speaking of everything, it is always full of regrets. She did not die, but lost her memory. She fell in love with him again, was in danger again and again, and saved each other.
The person who killed his father was Chen Mianzheng, and the person who killed Li's mother was Shuangyin. Although Shang Shixu was related to the Beijing case, he also said that he had difficulties. Now he almost lost his life for himself again and again.
What else is unforgivable? In this world, apart from Shang Shixu, he has no one he can trust. Even his childhood sweetheart Lu Feicheng, he can reject himself for something as illusory as fame, or he can reject him for power.
How can such a person compare with Shang Shixu, who has repeatedly tried to save himself even if he lost his life?
When Lin Jingmo thought of this, tears blurred her eyes again, but at this moment... at this moment she was about to lose even Shang Shixu...
A drop of crystal tears fell on Shang Shixu's face. His face was bloodless and lifeless, and it seemed that he would die silently soon!
Lin Jingmo patted his face gently and said: "Husband! Husband... wake up, please? Don't do this, don't leave me alone!"
At this moment, her helpless mood could no longer be controlled. Lin Jingmo lay beside the bed and cried loudly: "If you can survive, I will forgive you once. Just this time, don't scare me again. Don't you still have hatred and revenge?"
, your life is so precious, how could you die like this? Shang Shixu! Please wake up quickly. I have... lost all my support. All my relatives have left me. I don’t want to bear the loss again.
The pain of my lover, I want you to live well!"
Suddenly, a big hand gently touched Lin Jingmo's back. Lin Jingmo stood up gently and was surprised to find Shang Shixu, who opened his eyes slightly. He moved his lips with great difficulty, but he was too exhausted to make a sound. Lin Jingmo hurriedly got closer and heard Shang Shixu say weakly: "Madam... don't be afraid..."
Lin Jingmo smiled through tears and asked: "My husband has lost too much blood at the moment and cannot drink water. It is better to stop talking now. I will go outside to find a doctor right now!"