Chapter 688: The Cigarette Case Fell Directly to the Ground Along His Blood-Stained Trousers

One o'clock.

It has been five hours since Ji Nuan was sent to the emergency room.

For five hours, the medical staff inside did not come out, and the lights on the emergency room stayed on for five hours, indicating that the first aid procedure was not over yet, but it also meant that Ji Nuan had survived at least these five hours.

Time passed little by little, Nan Heng solved some of Atutai's people just now, and after tracking for a few hours, he finally held Atutai himself, without even a breath, and rushed to the hospital. .

When I arrived at the hospital, what I saw was the empty emergency hall, the group of medical staff who dared not even speak aloud, and the patients and their families.

Going inside again, and outside the door of the innermost emergency operating room, what he saw was Mo Jingshen, who was sitting on the row of benches covered in blood.

Whether Mo Jingshen's shirt or trousers, the blood has dried, and the blood on his face and hands has darkened a lot, and he hasn't wiped it off at all.

The man who has always been measured in everything, calm and intelligent, at this moment is like a lost wanderer who is caught in a "confusion", his eyes are dark but he can't see the slightest spirit, and he seems to be able to People sucked in, and the whole person sat there motionless, terrifyingly quiet.

Nan Heng had something to say, after all, the person lying inside is Ji Nuan, but seeing Mo Jingshen like this, he could only stand not far away, frowning for a long time, but did not approach.

"Boss." Ak came over, walked behind him, and whispered, "The location where Mrs. Mo was injured doesn't look good, it's in this part."

Saying that, Ak raised his hand and placed it on the back of Nan Heng's spine: "Here..."

Nan Heng's eyebrows tightened instantly: "Damn, this grandson of Atutai."

"It was Mrs. Mo who suddenly blocked the gun for Mr. Mo..." Ak said in a low voice, "Don't mention Mrs. Mo and those people in front of him now, otherwise, if Mrs. Mo really has something wrong, Mr. Mo will probably kill people. now..."

"Do you think he hasn't killed him?" Nan Heng said coldly: "I forgot who made up the last and deadly shot on Dali's forehead in Cambodia three years ago? It was also because of Ji Nuan at the time. The oath that Mr. Mo made in front of him not to kill people or to dye his hands with blood has been broken. This time, do you think A Tutai will have any good fruit to eat? I am afraid that even if he is scraped to death by Ling Chi, it will not be able to dispel the hatred in his heart. ."

Ak didn't speak any more,

He just looked worriedly at the lights on the emergency room.

"Have you notified Qin Siting?"

"Informed, Dr. Qin had an operation a few hours ago. After he was done, he booked a direct flight to Los Angeles. It is estimated that he will be there tomorrow morning. Besides, I also notified Feng Ling..."

Hearing Feng Ling's name, Nan Heng's expression paused, then glanced at him suddenly, Ak hurriedly averted his eyes and didn't speak.

If it was for other reasons, Feng Ling probably wouldn't go back to Los Angeles at all, but now that Ji Nuan's life was dying, she would definitely come back.

Nan Heng looked at Mo Jingshen again. After watching for a while, he frowned, took out a pack of cigarettes, turned around and walked out of the hospital. He smoked cigarettes outside the hospital for a long time, and finally returned with the smell of cigarettes all over his body. Seeing that Mo Jingshen was still sitting there in that position.

He walked over and threw half a pack of cigarettes to him. Mo Jingshen didn't pick it up. The cigarette case fell directly to the ground along his blood-stained trousers.

Nan Heng looked at it, squinted his eyes coldly, and said, "I've known you for so many years, and today I can see that you have completely lost your calm side, but what's the use of you being tormented? One by one, there is no return, and they all say that men can't cry, but in front of human life, how many times have my eyes reddened, and how many times have I hated, but no matter how much I hate and resent, everyone is only flesh and blood. There are no miracles in the world, if you can keep it, keep it well, if you can't keep it, even if you make a hole in this day, people will still leave when they should go..."

"We all came back from the gate of hell, Ji Nuan's life is doomed to be entangled with you since she fished you out of the Los Angeles River when she was a teenager, even if her life should have been It was a peaceful, stable and peaceful passage, but who let her meet you? I think she recognizes what she should bear and should not bear, if she didn't really love to a certain point, no one would have it. This courage to block the gun shows that her feelings for you have not diminished in the years since you were separated. When I watched Mr. Senter bring people to London, I think you were still very calm. Now you are Mo Jingshen is finally willing to admit that you will be in pain too?"

Mo Jingshen slowly closed his eyes, still sitting there motionless, Nan Heng sat on the bench opposite, then turned to look at the light on the emergency room, and after looking for a while, said: "After the person is sent to the hospital Since she can hold on for so long, maybe she can hold on for a little longer, one more day, two days, as long as she can hold on for a certain period of time, maybe there is still help. If she is injured in that position, she will usually be killed by a single shot. The distance, even the slightest distance, may be her lifeline. At this time, I don't have any words of comfort or coaxing to say, but I believe that Ji Nuan will not leave so easily, and she will not be reconciled. Leave like this."

Mo Jingshen opened his eyes, his dark eyes looked at his hands hanging between his legs, and at the bloodstains that had darkened a lot.

His ears were filled with Ji Nuan's voice when he was bleeding.

Only you will be willing to endure everything for me... Do you think... only you can love...

Do you think that only you can love?

These words kept reverberating in his mind, Mo Jingshen's brain was buzzing, he raised his hand mechanically and slowly, looking at the blood on it.

Thank you for loving me, past life and present life, thank you for not really giving up on me.

Thank you, and still want me.

Being able to say these words shows how careful and uneasy she is in love, how afraid that he will not return for another ten years in a fit of anger, and how afraid that this turn around will be another life and death parting.

On the surface, she seemed tenacious and didn't feel anything, but when he was pushed away step by step, and when he told her that he was dead in order to let her leave, her expression at that time was imprinted in her mind and lingered. Don't go.

She has been afraid.

But he forcibly pushed her so far when she was most anxious and afraid.

In order to keep him, she didn't even want the most dignity, and desperately hugged him and grabbed him, but he was pushed away in the end.

Recalling that after she signed the divorce agreement, she didn't even plan to see him again for the last time, and left the UK directly.

It hurts to think of her falling into his arms with blood and saying that she had never stopped loving him, and the last sentence she said very low in his arms...

yes.

It hurts.

Mo Jingshen's whole heart seemed to be fried on a frying pan, crackling and almost cracking in pain. The warm wind is not as deep as your love