Because of this voice, Song Jingye's brain seemed to have been fried all over again. He looked back in confusion and saw her pale, bloodless face leaning on his back shoulder, with blood flowing from the corners of her lips on his green lips.
The soft touch on his coat and back made his whole body cold to the bone.
"Ning Ning..." He called her name, turned around and hugged her into his arms. Her body was so limp that he panicked and completely lost his composure.
Another drop of blood came out from the corner of Chen Ninghui's lips. She was lying on top of him just now. Although she was wearing a bulletproof vest, the shock wave shook her body violently.
Song Jingye was at a loss to help her wipe the blood. A person who had experienced several battlefields and life and death was completely unable to calm down at this moment. Not only was his face pale, but his lips were also blue.
Chen Ning was still holding on to her consciousness and wanted to reach out to hug him and comfort him, but she didn't have the strength to lift her hands. She also had many things to say, but she didn't have the strength to say them.
I worked very hard and tried my best to only say: "Uncle, I am very happy."
She is very happy to be able to meet and fall in love with him; to be able to block this bomb for him, she has no regrets.
Song Jingye's chest felt as if she had been beaten with a sap, and the pain was excruciating. It was at this moment that he suddenly woke up, picked her up, and ran to the car in front of her.
Teacher Zhang in the car was also livid. He opened the door and put down the chair in the first row for Song Jingye to put her on it to avoid further injury.
The car drove quickly to the inspection gate. When their car finally left the West City, the soldiers behind them no longer wanted to fight. With the help of the Zhengfu Army, they quickly evacuated the battlefield.
Chen Ninghui always held on to her consciousness to prevent herself from falling asleep. She was afraid that if she fell asleep, she would never see Song Jingye again. Her hand was held tightly by his cold hand, but her consciousness was still getting blurred and blurred.
The more blurry...
She had a long dream, in which her whole body ached, was filled with tubes, and was so difficult to breathe that she almost suffocated. She said goodbye to Song Jingye: Uncle, I have to leave.
Whenever she felt that she was about to be freed, Song Jingye's voice seemed to come from a distant place: "I am here, where are you going?"
The voice was dull, depressed and painful.
Yes, he was here, where was she going? She struggled hard and breathed hard, again and again.
Sometimes, she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality. His voice often sounded in her ears, and sometimes he spoke softly: "Ningning, you are great, you have passed another level."
Sometimes, his voice is hoarse, as if his throat has been torn: "If you are in too much pain, just leave..."
Listening to his wailing voice, she couldn't leave. He was her deepest bond.
This dream was very long, until later, her pain gradually eased and her breathing became smoother. She tried hard to open her eyes and saw the real world.
She was on the hospital bed, surrounded by a group of Chinese doctors in white coats. One of her hands was wrapped in a pair of thick and rough palms. Her eyes turned to those hands, and the owner of the hands looked at her and said nothing.
, just held her hand and put it to her lips and kissed her gently.
"Finally woke up."
"This is a medical miracle."
The doctors looked at her with relief, as if it was a successful experiment.