Chapter 212 Danger is coming again

The evening breeze blew in, the night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight fell on the branches, reflecting mottled shadows.

There was only one wall lamp on in the living room, and the dim light shone on the sofa in the living room.

Cheng Suiran stood in front of the window, looking down at the figure downstairs, with a smile in his eyes and slightly raised lips.

Seeing the figure walking further and further away, she was about to look back when she saw a black shadow gradually approaching behind him. The black shadow slowly raised a baseball bat and hit Li Qizhi on the back——

Cheng Suiran's pupils suddenly narrowed.

"ah--!!!"

A shrill scream pierced the silent night sky, frightening countless crows perched on the treetops and flying towards higher places with flapping wings.

"Qizhi!" she exclaimed.

However, it was too late. The baseball bat hit Li Qizhi hard on the back of the head. Blood instantly poured out and stained his white shirt.

Cheng Suiran's pupils shrank sharply, and he couldn't think of other things. He quickly ran to the entrance and opened the door to his house.

"Brother, call 120 quickly!"

Cheng Suiran had already run to Li Qizhi at this time, trying to calm down his fear, and said anxiously: "Qi Zhi, Qi Zhi, can you hear me?"

Cheng Suiran lowered his hand by his side and slowly tightened it. He lowered his eyes and looked at Li Qizhi, who was lying on the ground unconscious. His eyes were tight and he remained silent.

Doctor Song came out, shook his head at Cheng Suiran and sighed: "The crack in the patient's skull is too big, and there is a lot of congestion in the cranial cavity..."

Now that she is twenty-four years old, she and Qi Zhi have experienced many things together. Qi Zhi patiently taught her to grow, teach her how to behave, taught her what love is, and gave her support and encouragement.

She is a doctor, she has performed many surgeries, and she knows very well what it means for a patient to be issued a critical illness notice.

Is it only if she dies that no one will be hurt again?

He said, paused, and then continued: "A critical illness notice needs to be issued and the family members must sign it before the operation can continue."

"Of course, I don't blame you."

Cheng Suiran nodded absently. As the door of the operating room was closed, she lost all strength and slowly slid to the ground. She looked dazed, buried her head between her legs, and sobbed softly.

She doesn't even dare to think deeply now. She doesn't know when this disaster will end.

She was afraid, she was afraid that something would happen to Qi Zhi. The scene where her father was killed came to her mind again, and she still felt uncontrollably afraid and desperate.

At this time, Cheng Siyan's voice came from not far away.

Cheng Siyan breathed heavily, cursed, and then asked with concern: "Of course..."

"I pray that nothing will happen to you, you must not..." Cheng Suiran murmured in a low voice, his eyes filled with panic and reluctance.

Dr. Song nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, Dr. Cheng, we will do our best."

Will the murderer stop until he kills her?

Seeing Cheng Siyan getting closer and closer with the steel pipe, the murderer didn't have time to think, turned around and ran away.

"It's because of you that he became like this. It's all because of you!"

It was pitch black outside, and except for the occasional cold wind that cut through the night, there was no sound. Only the strong smell of blood floated in the air.

But now, he was lying on the cold operating table because of her.

At this moment, he was staring at himself with scarlet eyes, and the veins on his arms were exposed, as if he wanted to eat himself.

Time passed minute by minute.

"Qizhi, please, nothing will happen to you." She cried softly.

Along the way, Cheng Suiran was in a state of confusion. He lowered his eyes and looked at Li Qizhi lying on the stretcher. All he could think of was the murderer's words.

The ambulance arrived soon.

Through the faint moonlight, Cheng Suiran could clearly see what he looked like at this moment - it was an old face, full of wrinkles, with shriveled skin, and a few strands of sparse hair on the top of his head fell out and spread around his shoulders, which was extremely impressive.

Embarrassed.

"Notification of... critical illness?"

She held Li Qizhi's hand tightly and whispered softly: "Qizhi, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

——

Hospital, emergency department.

The figure really stopped trying to attack again and turned to look at her position.

She met Qi Zhi when she was seventeen years old, and when she clearly realized her liking for Qi Zhi, she was also seventeen years old.

If possible, she wished she could bear all this instead of Qi Zhi.

He opened his stained lips, revealing a row of sinister teeth. After the voice changer, his voice was rough to the extreme: "Cheng Suiran, you are next, and you are bound to die. The reason why he is like this is because

Because of you!"

Cheng Suiran's face turned pale and he could not say anything for a long time.

After saying that, he led the nurse to push the bed into the operating room.

Cheng Siyan pursed his lips and stopped talking.

The murderer paused slightly and looked up.

If she were farther away from Qi Zhi, Qi Zhi wouldn't be affected by her.

While she was speaking, she noticed that the old man's eyes were shining with a strange green light, like a hungry wolf, which made people shudder.

As Cheng Suiran thought about it, tears fell down his eyes, slowly condensed into beads, and fell on Li Qizhi's arm.

"Stop! I'm calling the police!"

But, she couldn't choose.

Cheng Suiran opened his voice and roared at the figure. At the same time, he lowered his eyes and looked at everything around him that could be attacked.

Everything that has happened during this period is vivid in my mind, as if it happened yesterday.

Li Qizhi was lying on the cold floor at the moment, with no trace of blood on his pale face, blood on his forehead, his eyes closed tightly, and two drops of blood on his eyelashes.

He ran very fast and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

The murderer walked slowly towards her step by step with a baseball bat in hand.

Cheng Suiran stood at the door of the operating room, with red and swollen eyes, and warned: "Dr. Song, please, please make sure he is safe."

Cheng Siyan looked at her, unable to hide the distress in his eyes. He patted her shoulder and comforted her softly: "Of course, don't think too much. I hope everything will be fine."

Cheng Suiran was so frightened by those red eyes that he stepped back, then gritted his teeth and said, "I'm warning you again, I've called the police. You'd better stop all your thoughts now!"

The three words during the operation continued to stimulate her fragile nerves, and every minute seemed like seconds, until half an hour later.

Is it all because of her?

"Yeah." Cheng Suiran choked and nodded: "It will be fine..."

"Of course!"

"Of course, don't worry. I'll pray to the auspicious person and heaven, and everything will be fine. You have to believe in him." Cheng Siyan comforted him.

"Dr. Cheng..." Dr. Song couldn't bear it, but he still changed his title and continued solemnly: "Family members of the patient, please sign as soon as possible!"

Just three words, it was her name. She had written it countless times, but at this moment she only felt it was extremely difficult.

The operating room door was closed again.

No one knows what the result will be if you open it next time.
Chapter completed!