"Don't cry blindly, send her to the hospital quickly!" Song Zhiyuan pushed Xu Xueman away hard and wanted to hug Song Wanqing.
"The doctor is here, the doctor is here!" the servant Ma Li shouted nervously.
Song Wanrou turned around and saw Wen Shimo, dressed in hospital clothes, walking in with several doctors.
As soon as Wen Shimo walked into the bedroom, the scene in front of him made his pupils shrink sharply, and his heart felt like it was being stabbed back and forth with a sharp hook with barbs. It hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.
"Treat her quickly." Wen Shimo ordered the doctor behind him. His steps were like lead, unable to take a step forward.
The doctor quickly went in to conduct a rescue examination on Song Wanqing.
Looking at Song Wanqing who was laid on the carpet by the doctor, her face was pale and without a trace of blood, as if all the blood in her body had been drained, Wen Shimo's dark eyes slowly turned red.
He regrets it very much.
I regret my hesitation.
I regretted not giving Song Wanqing a definite answer.
I regret not marrying Song Wanqing earlier and giving her a stable home.
She even hated the fact that her heart was struggling for other women, which caused Song Wanqing to commit suicide and die tragically.
If she recovers her health, he will fulfill his promise and marry her.
With her by his side every day, how could she be forced into such a situation?
"I'm sorry, the patient has lost too much blood and has lost vital signs." The doctor lowered his head, not daring to look at Wen Shimo, who was surrounded by a frightening coldness, and said in a trembling voice.
"Doctor, please save her again, she won't die, she won't die!" Wen Shimo grabbed the doctor's collar and barked orders with red eyes.
"Mr. Wen, please calm down. All the patient's arteries have been severed and the blood on his body is almost dry. Even the miracle doctor can't save him." The doctor looked at Wen Shimo in horror and said.
The word "miraculous doctor" exploded in Wen Shimo's mind. He quickly let go of the doctor, picked up Song Wanqing and walked out.
"Shi Mo, where are you going with Wan Qing?" Xu Xueman's legs were weak, she held on to the wall and trotted behind Wen Shimo.
"Ask Qiao Ran to save her!"
"Mr. Wen, let me hug Miss Song. Your injuries are not healed yet!" Zhou Yu said and stretched out his hand, but Wen Shimo pushed it away with his elbow.
Along the way, Wen Shimo drove the car like flying and drove to the door of the police station.
Qiao Ran, who was sleeping, heard the sound of the door opening and quickly opened his eyes.
Sitting up, he saw the prison guard pushing open the door. Behind him was Wen Shimo, who was covered with a cold look, holding Song Wanqing, who was covered in blood.
"Save her quickly!" Wen Shimo walked in and ordered.
"We can't save her, she's already dead!" There was a tremor in Qiao Ran's voice that he tried to control.
Qiao Ran was used to seeing too many dead people. When he first saw Song Wanqing, he knew she was dead.
Qiao Ran never expected that she just slept in the detention center for a while, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the completely dead Song Wanqing.
Song Wanqing, who was protected by Wen Shimo at the top of her heart, died like this!
Qiao Ran felt a sense of disappointment that he couldn't hide.
They haven't really fought each other yet!
"She's not dead, please save her quickly. If you can't save her, you'll be buried with her." Wen Shimo's voice was as terrifying as the demon Satan demanding life, and his eyes were so sinister that he wanted to devour people.
"Wen Shimo, I know that your beloved woman died and you are very sad, but please stay calm. I have been in detention. Song Wanqing's death has nothing to do with me. Don't take it out on me.
, I have no obligation to tolerate your bad temper!" Qiao Ran looked at Wen Shimo with the same cold eyes.
"I ordered you to save her, did you hear it? Or are you saying that you don't want your brother's life anymore?"
Looking at the protruding veins on Wen Shimo's forehead that seemed to explode at any moment, Qiao Ran knew that Wen Shimo was on the verge of collapse.
If she confronts him head-on again, he will really take action against Qiao Chen if he loses his beloved and becomes angry and sad.
"Put her on the bed and let me try!"
Wen Shimo put Song Wanqing on the bed.
Qiao Ran opened the bandaged wound on Song Wanqing's wrist and asked, "How did she get injured? When did she get injured? When did she find out she was injured?"
Wen Shimo looked at Qiao Ran's face with cold and piercing eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "She was exposed by your live broadcast network. In order to prove her innocence, she also broadcast live and committed suicide in front of hundreds of millions of netizens to show her injuries by dying.
It was you who caused her injuries."
Until now, Wen Shimo has refused to say a word of death.
He did not admit that Song Wanqing was dead.
Qiao Ran completely opened the bandage and saw a shocking wound on Song Wanqing's wrist, which was as pale as paper.
The wound was very deep, and you could clearly see that the artery had been completely cut.
Such a big wound can cause a person to bleed to death in a few minutes, and even gods will be unable to save him.
But she still rescued Song Wanqing seriously, and did not miss any necessary steps.
Half an hour later, Qiao Ran said in a calm voice: "The patient has passed away due to massive blood loss. Please let the family members of the deceased express their condolences and prepare for the funeral."
Wen Shimo took a few steps back as if his muscles had been ripped out, and Zhou Yu behind him quickly reached out to support him.
After a brief period of sluggishness, Wen Shimo's sharp eyes pierced Qiao Ran.
"You forced Wan Qing to death, and I want you to bury her with her." Wen Shimo said, punching Qiao Ran in the temple with a sharp and fatal punch.
Qiao Ran's eyes turned cold and he quickly dodged back.
In anger, Wen Shimo was extremely powerful. Qiao Ran dodged his punch, but was quickly kicked hard by him in the abdomen.
Holding back the pain that felt like his internal organs were being squeezed and crushed, Qiao Ran quickly fought back.
Just thinking that Wen Shimo's ribs hadn't fully recovered yet and couldn't bear her punches and kicks, Qiao Ran focused on attacking.
She left room for Wen Shimo, but Wen Shimo did not give her a way to survive.
Qiao Ran was hit with fists and kicks several times, and Qiao Ran was beaten until he fell to the ground and vomited blood.
Seeing Wen Shimo kick her on the head with a fatal kick, Qiao Ran quickly waved his hand towards Wen Shimo's face.
Wen Shimo only smelled a pleasant smell. The next second, he knelt on the ground and tried to stand up, but his body felt as if his acupoints were being tapped and he couldn't move.
"What did you do to me? Let me go."
Qiao Ran stood up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked down at Wen Shimo.
"You've hit me so many times. Isn't it the right thing for you to kneel down and apologize to me?"
"You forced Wan Qing to death. Letting you be buried with Wan Qing is what I should do." Wen Shimo said coldly and tried to stand up.
"Don't waste your efforts. Without six hours, it's impossible for you to perform martial arts." Qiao Ran looked at Wen Shimo coldly: "Although my martial arts skills are not as good as yours, there are many ways to defeat someone in this world.
There is only one kind of force.
Wen Shimo, I miss you for losing the one you love. This time you hurt me, so I won’t care about you. Next time, if you dare to kill me again, don’t blame me for killing you too."
Qiao Ran stood in front of Wen Shimo, exuding the aura of a queen who looked down upon the world, making people inexplicably want to surrender under her skirt.
"Give me the antidote quickly, otherwise, I will have your brother killed right now!" Wen Shimo said in a murderous voice.
"Wen Shimo, this is the police station. As long as you dare to execute it, I will prevent you from getting out of here." Qiao Ran looked at Wen Shimo confidently, without any fear of being threatened before.
At this time, a pleasant music sounded, and Zhou Yu's cell phone rang.
After answering the phone, Zhou Yu glanced at Qiao Ran with complicated eyes, and whispered to Wen Shimo: "The people were rescued, and our people were all seriously injured."
Wen Shimo looked at Qiao Ran with dangerous eyes.
"So you've just been delaying time and letting someone save your brother?"
"What else?" Qiao Ran smiled lightly, as if he was an omnipotent god.
Wen Shimo clenched his hands into fists, grinding his teeth in hatred, but he could only kneel in front of Qiao Ran in a posture that made him feel extremely ashamed and humiliated.