Chapter 232 I Live Well, Why Are You Crying?

"No!" Song Wuyou shook his head, looking at the shocking wound on his chest, his heart ached.

He was injured, and he was still concerned about whether she was hurt or not. If he hadn't pushed her away in time, she would be hurt now.

Gu Yanhao hooked his lips, and the thin lips outlined a charming arc, "It's fine if you don't get hurt."

Song Wuyou looked at his wound with distress.

When he looked at the little girl he was holding in one hand, he said anxiously, "Go to the hospital!" The little girl had already passed out in his arms.

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Song Wuyou, the little girl, and other families of the injured were anxiously waiting outside the operating room.

The little girl's parents were crying in a low voice, listening to their cries, Song Wuyou's heart ached.

Sitting on the lounge chair, she was calm and calm on the surface, but in her heart, she was already anxious like an ant in a pot.

Recalling the picture of Gu Yanhao blocking the gun for her at that time, her heart felt like being pinched by a palm.

He clearly knew that he was shot in the right chest and would not hurt his heart.

But she's still worried about him, if he hurts his lungs, or a deadly artery, he'll...

Song Wuyou raised her eyes and looked at Gu Yanhao's operating room with a bit of frown.

Will he die?

Will you leave her?

Song Wuyou pursed her lips tightly, suppressing the sourness in her heart.

If he died, how would she live in this world?

She didn't sign the divorce agreement for a long time, in fact... she didn't want to leave like this.

She just arrived in this world, she has no trusted relatives, no reliable friends—

If he died, her only resentment and sustenance in this world would be gone—

Her clothes were stained with his blood.

On the way to the hospital, his wounds kept bleeding...

Blood flow like that, did it hurt the artery?

Song Wuyou became more and more scared the more she thought about it.

She suddenly thought of her past life.

Once, Dongfang Xuan and a few of his subordinates were secretly lurking in the enemy's territory, trying to find out the opponent's terrain and how to attack.

She waited anxiously at the barracks for their safe return.

In the middle of the night the next day, she finally waited until they came back.

But he waited until Dongfang Xuan, who was shot in the chest, was sent back by his subordinates.

At that time, Dongfang Xuan was already dying, and the blood of the arrow kept flowing.

That position is the same as the position where Gu Yanhao was shot, the right chest——

In fact, it didn't hurt the fatal bit, but the arrow was poisonous.

She and the barracks doctor tried their best to save him. In order to draw out the toxins in him, she had a knife on his palm and made several cuts on the soles of his feet, so that the soldiers kept pressing the blood out of him.

After the doctor pulled out the arrow on his body, she was so panicked that she couldn't care about anything. She put her mouth on his wound and kept sucking out the thick black blood from the wound.

He was dying and resisted, not letting her do this. In this way, she was very dangerous. If she accidentally swallowed the poisonous blood, she would die faster than him.

But she couldn't control that much. Her only thought at that time was that he couldn't die, what should she do when he died? She really couldn't imagine or accept what she would be like without him suddenly around her.

In their hometown, they are a pair of inseparable childhood sweethearts. She disguised herself as a man and joined the army with him, and fought with him in every battle. Until the soldiers found out that she was a daughter, she still fought with him in the barracks, and never separated——

In the end, the skilled doctor found a herbal medicine that knew all the poisons and gave him a decoction to drink. The poison on his body was detoxified, but he bleeded too much.

When she heard that his life was not in danger, she was nervous and worried, and finally couldn't help crying in front of his couch. Seeing this, his subordinates and the doctor retreated one after another.

The man on the couch raised his hand weakly, stroked her head lightly, and raised his perfect but pale, chapped lips weakly, "Silly girl, I live well, why are you crying?"

Song Wuyou raised her eyes full of tears and looked at him sadly: "Do you know how worried and nervous I am?"

The man looked at her dotingly: "I know."

"Why not be careful? If something happens to you, how will you let me live?"