After Zhuo Yifan finished speaking, he heard Ling Shaoyu ask loudly in a voice that had obviously changed: "Which hospital are you going to now? I'll come here right now!"
"City No. 1 Hospital!" Zhuo Yifan replied softly, and a beeping sound came from the other end of the phone, and Ling Shaoyu hung up the phone. ┃- ┃
Zhuo Yifan put down his phone, but found that Ling Xintong's eyes were open weakly at this time, and he looked at him with a gaze. Zhuo Yifan was delighted and immediately hugged Ling Xintong and asked, "Xintong! Why are you?
Are you feeling better? You must hold on, we will be at the hospital soon!"
"Yifan! Promise me something!" Ling Xintong turned a blind eye to Zhuo Yifan's words, and just said in a low voice.
Zhuo Yifan immediately nodded his head and said, "You said, as long as I can do it, I will do it!"
Ling Xintong forced a smile on her pale face and said, "Promise me, don't be burdened! If I die, don't blame yourself! The shot I blocked for you was voluntarily! I only
I know I don’t want something wrong with you! I find myself in love with you! So you don’t have to feel guilty, this is my own choice!”
Zhuo Yifan was moved by Ling Xintong again. He didn't expect that Ling Xintong fell in love with him in such a short time and was willing to give his life for him! Compared to her, Zhuo Yifan felt like a clown
!
"Stop talking! You won't have anything to do! You must live! Live for me!" Zhuo Yifan said excitedly.
Ling Xintong still smiled and said, "If...if...if I could survive this time, would you let me be your girlfriend?"
"Yes! You are my woman now! I don't allow you to have something wrong, have you heard?" Zhuo Yifan said domineeringly, lit up his head.
Ling Xintong smiled even brighter. But this smile made Zhuo Yifan's eyes particularly distressed!
Ling Xintong's wound has been applied to a layer by Zhuo Yifan's unique plaster. Although it has some effect, it is shot in the chest after all, and the amount of bleeding is quite large! Ling Xintong's body is almost dyed red by blood! Zhuo Xintong's body!
Yifan's chest was filled with blood!
Finally, he arrived at the hospital closest to Huamao International, the First People's Hospital in Youzhou. Before the car stopped, Zhuo Yifan jumped out of the car with Ling Xintong in his arms, walked towards the emergency department and ran over.
Zhuo Yifan, who rushed into the hospital, hugged Ling Xintong, covered in blood, and shocked the patients and their families who were visiting the hospital at that time!
"Doctor! Doctor is coming out soon! Someone is gunshot wound! Hurry up and have surgery!" Zhuo Yifan's voice echoed hysterically in the hospital hall.
Ten minutes later, when Ling Shaoyu and Shi Zhenxiang, who were nervous, also rushed to the hospital operating room, Zhuo Yifan and Leng Feng were sitting on a stool outside the operating room. Zhuo Yifan's body was stained with blood. Look
Ling Shaoyu couldn't help but frowned, and his heart became more and more nervous.
"Brother Fan! How is Xintong?" Ling Shaoyu was still trying hard to control his emotions, ran to Zhuo Yifan and asked, but his tight fists betrayed his inner tension.
Zhuo Yifan was holding his head and didn't know what he was thinking, but his eyes were obviously a little dull.