Unexpectedly, when he was about to reach the door of the escape tunnel, he heard Zhang Qiaochu's cry.
The voice came from the other side of the door and was heard more clearly, indicating that Zhang Qiaochu was not far from him and was probably in danger!
"Fuck!" Mo Zhi was a little panicked. He endured the pain of the wound and hurried to the escape tunnel at almost the speed of a normal person.
He didn't expect that he would push Zhang Qiaochu into the fire pit.
"puff!"
There was an explosion sound coming from the escape tunnel.
When Mo Zhi walked into the escape tunnel, at least five seconds had passed since Zhang Qiaochu told him not to come in.
After entering, Mo Zhi grabbed the infusion bottle holder and used it as a weapon. He looked around and found that there was no one. He took a few steps forward to go downstairs. As he was about to go down the stairs, he saw a paralyzed man with only half of his body left at the corner.
Zhang Qiaochu.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Mozhi threw away the shelf, rushed down the escalator, and even almost fell.
"Cough, cough..." Zhang Qiaochu was lying there, his eyes widened, and blood was pouring out of his mouth every time he coughed.
"Can you hear me?" Mo Zhi knelt beside Zhang Qiaochu, his hands hanging in the air. He didn't know what to do with Zhang Qiaochu's mutilated body. "No, it's okay. The teacher will take you, take you to the hospital. Yes, it's right here.
Don't be afraid of the hospital, don't be afraid, there are doctors everywhere, it's okay."
It seems that Zhang Qiaochu can no longer hear what Mu Zhi said, or maybe he can hear it but can't make any response now.
Mobi looked at Zhang Qiaochu with tears still on his face, blood in his mouth, his body twitching and rising, and his brain buzzing.
"That's right, damn it, hold on, it's okay, you can't die, just bear the pain." Mo Zhi took off his hospital gown and shakily wrapped it around the broken part of Zhang Qiaochu's body.
Zhang Qiaochu's body trembled even more violently.
Mo Zhi knew he was in pain, but there was nothing he could do.
He was now covered with bandages, and he hugged Zhang Qiaochu.
That's half of Zhang Qiaochu.
Unpredictably, his whole body was trembling. He burst out with amazing perseverance, climbed the more than ten difficult steps, and walked outside.
The group of people outside who were trying to leave the elevator could no longer squeeze into the elevator. They finally woke up and started running towards the escape tunnel.
On the other side, Mu Zhi was holding Zhang Qiaochu, who had only half of his body left, and was walking toward the crowd.
On the other side, the crowd was rushing towards the escape route.
There were several open wounds on Mo Jie's body, and the bandages soon became bright red. He felt a little cold all over his body and his mind was about to freeze.
Zhang Qiaochu in his arms was no longer moving, and his pupils were dilated.
Looking at the people running towards him in front of him, there were patients and doctors among them. There was no hope in his unpredictable eyes, and he asked in a mechanical and hoarse voice: "Doctor, can you save him?"
A patient running at the front ignored the unpredictable situation and passed directly by him.
Mo Bu saw a doctor rushing over and faced him: "Doctor, save him."
The doctor glanced at Zhang Qiaochu while running and immediately concluded that Zhang Qiaochu was dead: "He is dead! Let's go quickly!"
"He's not dead, he was still alive and kicking just now." Mo Zhi replied.
But his words were not heard by the doctor, who had already fled towards the escape tunnel.
More and more people are running past Mozhi.
"Doctor, please save him." Mo Zhi was already dead in his heart, but his mouth was still dry and he shouted, "I am a hero. He saved me. He is also a hero. Can you save him?"
No one cares about the unpredictable.
He was covered in gauze bandages, holding the mutilated body stupidly and repeating words mechanically, like a madman.
"I'm a hero. He was injured trying to save me. Can you save him?" Mo Zhi raised his voice, but no one cared.
"He's dead! Run quickly!" Another voice came from nearby.
"He's not dead! Are you fucking blind? He's not fucking dead!" Mo Zhi seemed to be stimulated by something, and turned around to angrily fight back in the direction where he thought the sound came from.
There were more and more people, and when they fled, they inevitably bumped into Mu Zhi, who was knocked to the wall. He could no longer stand, so he had to slowly sit down against the wall.
Zhang Qiaochu was no longer breathing, and his eyes were still staring to the side.
"Teacher! Don't come here!"
Unexpectedly, Zhang Qiaochu's voice came to his ears.
He feels extremely guilty now.
It was he who asked Zhang Qiaochu to explore the way and ensure his own safety. His original intention was to let Zhang Qiaochu let go of him and evacuate first, but unexpectedly he ended up harming Zhang Qiaochu.
Moreover, Zhang Qiaochu believed it and obeyed the unpredictable words before he died. He told the teacher not to enter the escape tunnel.
If Mu Zhi had entered any faster, he might have been like Zhang Qiaochu.
But then he thought about it, if Zhang Qiaochu didn't explore the way or warned himself, could he have escaped?
All the people had fled, leaving only Mo Zhi sitting against the wall on the huge twelfth floor.
There were various shouts and the sound of footsteps hurrying downstairs from the escape tunnel.
Mozhi carefully placed Zhang Qiaochu on the ground. He wanted to go to the ward to get a cigarette, but his waist was already stiff. He could not move while sitting on the ground. The open wound there was still oozing blood.
"ah……"
Unpredictably, he leaned his head against the wall, sweat dripping from his face.
An hour later, Zhang Yichi got the news and hurried back as quickly as possible. He ran to the twelfth floor in one breath. As soon as he entered the corridor, he saw Mu Bo sitting by the wall.
Mo Zhi's head was slightly raised, his face was motionless and ashen. Next to him was the dead Zhang Qiaochu. The broken part of Zhang Qiaochu's body was wrapped in his hospital gown.
Zhang Yichi stayed for a few seconds, stuffed his phone into his pocket, and walked over slowly.
Standing next to Mo Zhi and seeing such a tragic scene, Zhang Yichi was speechless. He didn't know what to say.
"Lao Zhang." Mo Zhi took the initiative.
Zhang Yichi waited for Mo Zhe to continue talking.
"Light a cigarette for me." Mo Zhi said.
Zhang Yichi knelt down and took out the cigarette case, lit it and took a puff, then stuffed it into his unpredictable mouth: "What happened? I heard that the weirdo who appeared in Area C before came to this hospital.
Now he has fled. I didn't know until the association staff responsible for protecting you called me, and they couldn't contact you even though they called me."
"That's it." Mo Zhi took a sip and did not move when the ashes fell on his body. "...I killed this kid."
"That weirdo?" Zhang Yichi looked at Zhang Qiaochu's body.
"It's me." Mo Zhi took a puff of cigarette, "He must have thought so in his heart."
"You are covered in blood now. Let me take you to see it first." Zhang Yichi felt a little sad in his heart, but he knew very well that his grief was far less than that of Mo Jie. He didn't want Mo Jie to go through the whole story carefully at this time.
Tell him, but hope that Mu Zhi will receive treatment first, "We have to solve Zhang Qiaochu's matter, but only if you heal your injuries."
Mozhi shook his head slightly: "Call the doctor over. I'm in so much pain now that I can't move."
"...Okay." Zhang Yichi took another deep look at Zhang Qiaochu, stretched out his hand to close Zhang Qiaochu's eyes, "Calm down, we will discuss other matters in the long run."
Zhang Yichi stood up and left quickly to find a doctor.
"Old Zhang."
"Huh?" Zhang Yichi stopped.
"Are you sure it's the one in Area C?" There was smoke in front of Mo Zhi, and Zhang Yichi couldn't see his face clearly.