sinovels Chapter 137 Chapter 137
Chapter 137 Chapter 137
In the hospital room, Xiao Liu took off his bloody shirt and put on the clothes he just bought this afternoon. When he put on his pants, his legs hurt.Just scratched and sewed 15 stitches.
"How is Dr. Jin?"
"Still in surgery."
"Tenderness..."
"Rescuing..."
Zhao Zhao stood next to Xiao Wang, holding a bloody pocket of his clothes, his eyes swollen like peaches.
Let's go, let's wait outside the operating room.When a group of Xiao Liu and Xiao Wang came out of the back door, they saw countless reporters gathered outside the hall. The gentle manager and assistant were surrounded in the center, explaining over and over again: "We didn't expect that either." What happened this time is that Wen Cun’s depression has not healed. He is too deep in the script of "Will Love", and he often reads a sentence from the script and cries."
Tonight, whether it is the agent or these reporters, it seems that the year is not going well.
Just an hour ago, when Xiao Liu rushed to the house where his uncle was with his two children, he could smell blood when he entered the door.
Followed the shouts to the kitchen, and with Twilight's screams, Xiao Wang covered Twilight's eyes.
A piece of blood red, on the wall, on the ground.
"Wen Cun... calm down... put down the knife..." Uncle Gan knelt beside Jin Shiwu, using a towel to stop Jin Shiwu from bleeding.Jin Shiwu covered his abdomen and the towel was completely dyed red, but he was still persuading Wencun.
Wen Cun, who was clutching his neck, had already shrunk in a corner, threatening those who approached with a knife.The way the blood spattered left a frightening arc on the kitchen wall.
"Wen Cun, put down the knife, don't mess around..." Regardless of his own comfort, Jin Shiwu persuaded him over and over again, Wen Cun shook his head, and tears began to fall down his cheeks.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I...leave me alone, let me die..." Curled up in the corner, Wen Cun couldn't stop crying.
"Wen Cun, don't mess around, did you call an ambulance?" Xiao Liu turned to ask Uncle Gan and Jin Shiwu.
"I've already called, I'll be here soon..." Uncle Gan looked a little nervous, and couldn't speak clearly.
"Wen Cun, calm down..." Zhao Zhao, who was crying, would have rushed forward if Xiao Wang hadn't stopped him.
Seeing that half of Wen Cun's body was already stained red with blood, Wen Cun seemed a little exhausted.As soon as Wen Cun's hand was closed, Xiao Liu didn't have time to think about it and Zhijie rushed forward, still planning to use the trick he used to subdue the doctor last time to knock out the knife in Wen Cun's hand.
"roll!!!"
Unexpectedly, Wen Cun let go of the hand covering his neck, and grabbed Xiao Liu's hand.
The blood on Wen Cun's neck began to spurt, Xiao Liu instinctively stretched out his hand to cover Wen Cun's neck, but he didn't notice that Wen Cun's knife followed the trend and cut open his jeans.
"Brother!" Breaking away from the dumbfounded Xiao Wang, Zhao Zhao rushed over and grabbed Wen Cun's hand holding the knife and shook it vigorously. With a scream, Wen Cun fell down clutching his right hand, and the shocking wound on his neck leaked out.
It is also Zhaozhao's way of quickly dismantling his arms that gave Xiao Liu room to continue pressing.
"Hold it, Xiao Wang, help hold him down." Enduring the pain, Xiao Liu kept pressing Wen Cun's neck with his palm.
Wen Cun may not have many opportunities to exercise in daily life, but when he was struggling desperately, his strength was not small, his whole body was struggling in a pool of blood, and the only hand he could use was still pushing Xiao Liu's face away.
"Tie up his legs." Jin Shiwu was clutching his wound and just about to stand up, when he saw Mu Mu rush up and quickly pull off Wen Cun's belt, pulled his trousers, and bound Wen Cun with Wen Cun's own clothes.
The self-defense skills I learned on TV in the past are now somewhat useful.
Maybe it was because of the embarrassment of being stripped of his clothes, or maybe he lost too much blood and fell into a coma.
Gradually, Wen Cun stopped struggling and began to breathe heavily.The thick and warm blood, weak pulse, and heavy breathing stimulated Xiao Liu's nerves.The contents of Jin Chuyi's book, the first aid method for the rupture of the aortic artery in the neck, quickly passed through his mind.Suicide in the neck, in addition to excessive bleeding, is likely to have a column of air entering the blood vessel.
"Xiao Liu, hold it tight, or the air will go in." Jin Shiwu's lips also began to turn white, and the bean-sized mouth on his forehead began to fall down.
"Damn it, where is 120?" Uncle Gan shouted and continued to make calls.
Glancing at the alcohol and drugs thrown on the table, Xiao Liu felt a chill in his heart. The side effects of this drug and alcohol, in addition to confusion, would also cause a rapid heartbeat. leave him.
"You...you..." What's worse, with the determination to die, Wen Cun lost his ability to move with his right hand, and his left hand was still trying to push Xiao Liu away. When Xiao Wang tried hard to grab Wen Cun's hand , Xiao Liu's face is already colored.
"Zhao Zhao, hold Wen Cun's hand, let me take a look at your brother Liu." With Xiao Wang's shout, Xiao Wang quickly checked Xiao Liu's wound, and Jin Shiwu was still directing "Use the belt, Bind up, stop bleeding."
"Does it hurt?" Xiao Wang asked nervously when he acted according to Jin Shiwu's command.At this time, Xiao Liu could no longer feel the pain, what Xiao Liu was more afraid of now was the gentle pupils, did they dilate?it seems that.
"Where is 120?? Hurry up, or it will be too late." Wen Cun's violent reaction became smaller and smaller, and his whole person seemed to wilt.
Just when Xiao Liu felt the life in his hands slipping away bit by bit, 120 rushed in, glanced at Xiao Liu covered in blood, Jin Shiwu who was bleeding from his abdomen, and Wen Wen who was dying. I don't know who to rescue.
When being sent to the ambulance, Wen Cun kept repeating the words "you...you..." over and over again.
In the hospital, Xiao Liu, who is not in danger for the time being, is waiting for the doctor's stitches after receiving tetanus and anesthesia.Looking down at his own hand, Xiao Liu always felt a warm feeling in his palm, the feeling of blood.
Jin Shiwu's suturing operation has also ended. The fascia was cut open, but the internal organs were not injured, which is considered a blessing in misfortune.
"Uncle, what's going on?" Sitting at the door of the operating room, Uncle Gan was wrapped in a down coat, his eyes were a little hollow.When he came again, Uncle Gan was also covered in blood. It seemed that Uncle Gan should be standing right in front of him when he wiped his neck tenderly.
"I just got your call and met Wen Cun in the community. Wen Cun and Fifteen had a good chat, and Fifteen asked him to come up and sit down. I thought of what you said and thought it was wrong, so I sent you a message."
"Wen Cun said he didn't eat, so he went to make dumplings for Wen Cun on the fifteenth day... When I walked into the kitchen, I saw Wen Cun drinking wine and medicine. When I stopped him, Wen Cun suddenly smiled at me and said Say sorry, rush over, pick up the knife and rush towards Fifteen."
"Fortunately, Shiwu reacted quickly, and only scratched his abdomen. I saw that he was about to rush over, so I stopped in front... When Wen Cun was about to rush over again, I said that I would kill him first. Leave me..." When he said this, Uncle Gan's hands kept trembling: "Fortunately, Wen Cun didn't continue..."
"What's going on..." Uncle Gan raised his head and looked at Xiao Liu and Xiao Wang.
After Xiao Liu probably told Uncle Gan about all the situation, Uncle Gan was taken aback.
"I thought it was an amplified suicide caused by depression...but actually...he thought the fifteenth day was the first day of junior high school? Hey..." Uncle Gan kept trembling, trying to pour out some chewing gum, for a long time He didn't pour it out, and it was Xiao Wang who helped Uncle Gan in the end.
Holding his uncle in his arms and looking at his lover, Xiao Wang felt very helpless.
"It's all me...I shouldn't have written Xiao Feng's story." At this time, Xiao Wang fell into even greater self-blame.
"It's not your fault, maybe everything is fate." Looking at the operating room, the uncle muttered: "Wencun this child... hey."
After several hours of rescue, blood transfusion, sutures, gastric lavage, and bone joining, Wen Chuan miraculously came back to life.
When Wen Cun woke up, it was already the afternoon of the first day of the new year.
Because of the side effects of the medicine, Wen Cun was still unable to speak. When he opened his eyes and looked at the people in the room, Wen Cun's tears came down in a flash. He opened his mouth and could only make a sound of "ah ah", thinking that he had lost his voice , Wen Cun struggled a bit, and was quickly held down by Brother Niu.
"It's all right, the medicine is working, don't worry, your throat is not bad. You are so lucky!! The doctor said you are all right, and you will be discharged after a few days of rest." Although he is a manager, Brother Niu treats Wen Cun like a younger brother Same.
Hearing Brother Niu's comfort, Wen Cun nodded with a smile, and then began to search.
Seeing Uncle Gan, Wen Cun was a little excited again, and waved everyone to go out. Uncle Gan held Wen Cun's hand and nodded: "It's okay, Fifteen has been discharged from the hospital, it's nothing serious, Xiao Liu's leg is fine... The main thing for you now is to have a good rest, don't think too much, okay?"
Uncle Gan's comfort is still useful, Wen Cun nodded like a child, glanced at Xiao Liu with guilt, and continued to close his eyes to rest.
"You guys should come and see this child more often. My heart is not feeling well for the past two days. I want to take a rest." Seeing the pale face of the dry uncle, Xiao Liu and Xiao Wang hurriedly let him go home, for fear that the dry uncle would come back again. fell down.
"Brother Liu, let's go, I want to stay here with Wen Cun for a while." Looking at the weak Wen Cun in the ward, Zhao Zhao frowned.
Unable to disturb them, Xiao Liu and Xiao Wang turned around and went to the Gobi to see Jin Shiwu.
Unlike Wen Wen who was still lying on the bed, Shiwu was lying on the bed reading literature.
"Teacher, are you feeling better?" With a black face, he withdrew Jin Shiwu's computer. Xiao Liu didn't know what to say, and he didn't miss any time.
"It's much better. I think I'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow." Taking off his glasses, Xiao Liu admired Jin Shiwu's spirit.Currently fifteen, he still doesn't know that the knife on his body was taken on behalf of his brother.
"Oh, by the way, Xiao Liu, I have something to tell you. I plan to go to Sausage Country to study in April, and you will follow me. Where to write the Bi She. My brother has already contacted us for the house. Alright." Without any prior questioning or preparation, just like that, Jin Shiwu, who had just been stabbed, lay on the hospital bed and decided on Xiao Liu's future for the next year.