Her eyes were a little moist. She raised her head and looked at the running man across the flower bed. She wanted to say that she was not worthy of such expectations, but before she could speak - there was a gunshot, and the man in the distance instantly fell down and raised his head.
Snow is flying everywhere...
"Qin Qiaotian!" Tong Yao couldn't help but scream. He impulsively looked in his direction and kept shouting, "Help! Help!"
In her desperation, she had forgotten that this was Moscow. Her few words of "Help" in Chinese were like cheering "What a beautiful snow" to the ears of passers-by, and she received no help from anyone.
She rushed to Qin Qiaotian in panic - he was lying face down in the snow. There was obviously blood flowing out of his body, smearing the snow next to him, and suddenly it was bright red...
"Qin Qiaotian, don't scare me!" She cried out, turning over him with trembling fingers. When she saw the bloody hole in his chest, she couldn't help but scream - he had been shot!
Who fired the shot?
Who wants to put him to death?
"You're going to be fine, you're going to be fine..." She murmured feebly again and again, pressing her fingers stiffly on his wound, and took out her mobile phone to dial the emergency number.
Qin Qiaotian's face was pale and his eyes were squinted. He didn't know whether he was awake or unconscious. Tong Yao pressed his wound and felt the warm blood flowing out, so he could only cry.
She didn't want to see someone she knew die in front of her...
And that person was Qin Qiaotian - his image should not be that of someone lying on the ground sickly, he should be smiling at her heartlessly and teasing her wantonly...
Everything in front of me... is too cruel!
"Tong...Yao..." He called out her name with difficulty, stretched out his hand to cover the back of her hand, and wanted to wrap her little hand in his palm, but found that he no longer had the strength to hold her.
"I'm here, I'm here!" She choked, wiping her tears with her sleeves, and knelt in the middle of the road in embarrassment.
Pedestrians on the side finally discovered that something was wrong here, and the crowd began to commotion, helping, and running for their lives...
"What do you want to say?" His lips moved slightly, but she couldn't hear his voice, so she leaned forward anxiously and put her ear against his lips, "Qin Qiaotian, what do you want to say?"
?I’m listening to it all!”
And he finally couldn't hold on anymore and fainted, so Tong Yao couldn't read his lips: 'Run...'
This is an assassination. He was shot with a gun, which means there are accurate snipers within a certain distance! Tong Yao, are you stupid? Don’t you know that at this time...should you find a place to hide first?
It's just that he didn't have the energy to explain to her whatever was coming to his mind.
Hospital, in the corridor of the operating room
Because of the snow, there was no one in the hospital. Tong Yao was left alone in the empty corridor, hugging himself and huddled in the corner of the wooden chair, with dried blood still on his hands.
She didn't know how much blood Qin Qiaotian had just lost. She only remembered that his clothes turned red, the snow on the sides turned red, and the sheets of the ambulance also turned red...
With a "squeak" sound, the door of the operating room was opened, and the doctor with fresh blood on his clothes came out, looking around with the paper in his hand.
"Doctor, how is Qin Qiaotian's condition?" Tong Yao jumped off the chair anxiously and rushed over, but his legs couldn't help but soften, and he immediately knelt at the doctor's feet.
"Are you... Qin Qiaotian's family member?" The doctor quickly helped her up and frowned as he looked at the little girl in front of him, "Is there anyone older who can make decisions?"
"It's just me" Tong Yao replied firmly
She didn't know Qin Qiaotian's true identity, and naturally she didn't know that he had secretaries, assistants and a lot of entourage. She simply assumed that he was alone and she had no choice but to shoulder the responsibility.
"Okay, please sign." The doctor handed over the piece of paper. There were densely packed small words on it. To put it simply, it was: Consent Form for Dangerous Surgery.
"The bullet is very close to the heart, so we can only try our best." The doctor smiled helplessly, "I hope you can understand..."
The meaning is euphemistic, but it has been expressed very clearly: the possibility of Qin Qiaosheng's survival... is not high!
"I sign, I sign..." Tong Yao tightened her lower lip and nodded silently with tears.
She understood what the doctor meant. The success rate of the operation was low, but she understood even better: If the bullet was not taken out without surgery, they would not be qualified to talk about the success rate!
Taking the signed document back from her hand, the doctor suddenly thought of something: "He was shot and injured, and you happened to be at the scene, so I will ask you a few questions later. I hope you can prepare some things first.
, who do you think you offended? Who could have caused this gunshot wound?"
Tong Yao frowned: How could she know!
etc?
Who could cause this gunshot wound...
Suddenly an idea flashed in her mind, and the image of a certain person appeared. She was frightened by her bold idea - could it be him? Only when he was angry, he would do many things that she could not even imagine.
And at that time, the person who was with Qin Qiaotian... happened to be her