Chapter 438

An arc of blood gushed out and splashed Yao man's face.

She smelled the thick smell of blood at the tip of her nose. She couldn't help reaching out and wiping her face infatuated. Her hands were full of blood.

Yao man stared at the blood in his palm and looked very gluttonous and satisfied.

Relieved, she let out a few strange and ugly laughter, loosened the scissors in her hand, and staggered back a step.

"Ha ha! go to hell! go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! "

"President Qin!"

Chi Yang reacted, roared and rushed up with people to hold down the crazy woman.

Yao man pressed on the ground, and the laughter was still more than enough.

She's crazy

When Qiao Ansheng heard her strange laughter, he didn't feel close to his ear just now.

In addition, she didn't feel the pain in her imagination, so she opened her eyes slowly with some doubts.

However, her breath solidified at this moment.

Qin Yanchen tightened his eyebrows and protected her tightly in his arms.

Qiao Ansheng was stunned and shouted incredulously, "Yan... Yan Chen?"

Qin Yanchen moved for a moment. He raised his long eyelashes. His pupils, which had always been black and shiny, were a little distracted at the moment.

"Sheng Sheng..."

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed, and a pile of blood foam rushed out of his lips and splashed on Qiao Ansheng's forehead.

In front of Qiao Ansheng's eyes, the blood fog and the line of sight that finally condensed broke up again, and the sky was shaking.

She almost couldn't stand still and was stunned. She could only look at Qin Yanchen in a daze.

Qiao Ansheng's abdomen was warm, as if hot liquid gurgled over her, and she came out of the man's arms trembling.

Spreading out her palm, she saw that her clothes were all bloody red. She had just touched the back of a man, and her tentacles were also crimson.

Qiao Ansheng froze. She stared at the blood in her palm and didn't even dare to move.

Tears suddenly collapsed.

Joanne was so distressed that she couldn't stand still.

Yao man's scissors could not be inserted into her body because Qin Yanchen helped her block it.

Blood gushed out from Qin Yanchen's abdomen, and soon wet his white shirt.

Qin Yanchen's body is shaky because of excessive blood loss. Qiao Ansheng wants to catch Qin Yanchen, but he is afraid of touching his wound and shaking his hands badly.

"Why did you... Why did you rush here? Why are you so stupid? do you have any pain? How are you? "

Qiao Ansheng's tears were uncontrollable.

Qin Yanchen looked pale and reached out to erase the tears from Qiao Ansheng's face, but he brought the blood from his hands to Qiao Ansheng's face.

He had to bend over and kiss her on the forehead: "don't cry."

With the blood pouring out of his strength, Qin Yanchen's vision was a little lax, and he could only barely see the tears on Qiao Ansheng's face.

Little fool, how can it not hurt?

However, at the thought that the scissors might be inserted into her, Qin Yanchen would only feel more pain.

So all his brain could think of in such a short time was to use his body to block her.

There was blood gushing from the corners of the man's mouth. The move of bending over to kiss Qiao Ansheng just now seemed to have exhausted most of his strength.

When he spoke again, his tone was obviously much weaker: "I'm fine, don't cry."

"You don't want to die, do you hear me? Qin Yanchen! "

Qiao Ansheng put his forehead against Qin Yanchen's cold neck, and her whole body was shaking.

Qin Yanchen felt that her hand was holding herself tightly, and her body was still shaking. The shaking frequency was too intense.

Even Qin Yanchen felt a little distressed.

He still wanted to hold her, but he had no strength. He tried in vain to move his hand, but his consciousness became more and more faint. He tried his best to move his lips, and his voice was very light.

"OK..."

Qiao Ansheng wanted to speak, but then, no matter what she said, she became an uncontrollable cry.

The voice was so sad that she didn't want to cry, but seemed to mix with pieces of flesh and blood in her throat.

She held Qin Yanchen's hand tightly, but felt that his hand was not as warm as before, but cold, as if his life was passing along the temperature.

Qiao Ansheng couldn't cry: "Qin Yanchen, Qin Yanchen..."

The ambulance arrived late.

The blood slowly spread on the ground, and there was a lot of noise around. The medical staff rushed down with a stretcher and carefully wanted to move Qin Yanchen.

Qiao Ansheng grabbed Qin Yanchen's hand and refused to let go. His fingernails were about to break, choking and shouting Qin Yanchen's name intermittently.

"Let go of me and let me go with him..."

She wants to be with Qin Yanchen.

Qin Yanchen can't be left alone in the ambulance. He will hurt and he will be afraid.

Chi Yang rushed over at this time and dragged people back: "Miss Qiao, calm down! Let president Qin go first. "

Qiao Ansheng was dragged, and the medical staff quickly carried the people away. She could only watch the ambulance door close. Her hoarse voice made people unable to hear what she was shouting.

Qin Yanchen's pale face was cut off by the white door.

The air was full of strong blood gas, and the harsh siren sounded higher than one.

All kinds of people in the ambulance are taking first aid measures for Qin Yanchen.

Qin Yanchen was wearing an oxygen mask on his face. Because he lost too much blood, his consciousness was a little dizzy. The blood stained his clothes red.

He closed his eyes. At the moment of coma, he thought.

After so much blood, his little wife was afraid that she would cry again.

……

The ambulance roared all the way to cirui hospital.

When Qiao Ansheng arrived in another car, Qin Yanchen had been sent to the emergency room.

She slowly leaned against the cold wall, and her body temperature decreased a little. Finally, she didn't sit down, but squatted in the corner.

The red light in the emergency room was blazing.

The corridor was quiet.

Qiao Ansheng put his hands around his knees, looked up and stared at the red light, his hands tightly stirred together.

Chi Yang stood not far away, also looking anxious.

But compared with the one who was being rescued inside, he always felt that the mental state outside was obviously not very good.

Although Qiao Ansheng's face has calmed down a lot.

But she was shaking all over.

The frequency of shaking alone can make people feel the invisible despair and pain in her.

There was another messy sound of footsteps at the door.

"Ansheng?!"