Chapter 522

Lin An'an felt that his body seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. At first, he had four limbs, and then his blood was boiling hot. Little by little, he built a new self again and again.

She seemed to see Jiang muxiao, covered with blood, as if she had fallen.

Instead of crying, he held out his hand and murmured, "Ann, come on, we're home."

That slender hand, as if the life of infinite extension.

But in the middle of the palm of her hand, the veins of her two fingers in her eyes were dripping blood on her palm.

Sticky, wet, there is even a trace of warmth.

She closed her eyes slowly, moved her lips gently, and muttered, "I love you..."

Is rescuing doctor, looked at the opposite assistant: "conscious, blood bag ready?"

The assistant nodded. The blood was transported by air. It was very precious.

The doctor nodded solemnly and said, "prepare for blood transfusion."

In the face of life, they all showed the professionalism of a doctor.

However, Lin An'an, who had stepped out of the fairy fog shrouded area, suddenly fell into darkness.

Where is this?

You can't see anything clearly. Can't it be hell?

Is she dead?

After death, will people still have consciousness?

Lin an had a lot of questions to ask, but it was quiet around, as if there was nothing.

She couldn't help whispering, "Hello, is anyone there?"

However, there is no response. This place should be empty. Otherwise, there will be an echo.

She went on boring, but she couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest.

Just as she was tired of walking, a voice suddenly rang out at the back of her head.

"Why do you have to go back? The place just now is heaven. There is no pain, no pain, no toil. Why don't you stay there? "

Lin an is a little funny. She grew up in all kinds of fairy tales when she was a child. Unexpectedly, in this dream, there are so many situations similar to the fairy tales she saw before.

"Who are you? I'm going back. "

"What are you doing back there?" In the dark, the place asked.

"My children and the people I love are there. Why don't I go back?" Lin an an light ha, like to hear a good joke.

The other side also chuckled and thought that Lin An'an's words were a joke: "is it really so good there? Think about it. Your sister, Lu Yingying, Ruan Qingyun, all these people are against you everywhere. Is it still interesting to go back? "

Lin An's wrist twitched, and her fingers twitched twice.

The next second, her blood vessels burst out bright red light, light light light suddenly found the source of speech.

It's black.

"But there are still people I love most."

Light light, Lin an an saw each other's ferocious face, she still quietly looking at each other.

Heiqi couldn't stand the red light on Lin An'an's hand. He cried: "as long as there is desire, there will be countless people who want to fight for your position. The war will not stop..."

Before the words came down, he had turned into a mass of gas, and he could not be found any more. The darkness around him was also slowly dispersing, as if the weather was coming.

Looking at the place where the black air disappeared, Lin An said faintly: "but The one I love most is still there

With that, he walked forward firmly.

In front, it was a gray fog, like haze.

What is this?

Lin an an looks at the scene in front of him suspiciously. It seems that he has arrived at the foggy capital Beijing. He can't help but turn around and take a breath of cold air.

There seemed to be mist on her cheeks, and she heard someone crying.

"Ann, you must hold on!"

Zheng Xiurong touched Lin An's cheek, tears could not stop flowing down, turned back and asked Jiang's mother: "this is also a blood transfusion, how can't you wake up?"

Jiang's mother looked at her daughter-in-law on the bed and said painfully, "sister, don't worry. Have a meal."

Zheng Xiurong shook her head, no appetite: "by the way, what's the matter with muxiao?"

"I haven't seen it yet. Now."

Up to now, mother Jiang doesn't know how her son's condition is, and she is also anxious.

"I'll go with you. And two more children... "

When it comes to children, there is a trace of grace on their faces.

Two people hand in hand, out of the ward, into the next ward.

The old man sat on the chair, watching bit by bit go down the pipe into his grandson's body. I don't know how distressed he was.

"What the hell is going on?"He asked Yang Hong.

Yang Hongzhang opened his mouth and looked at Zheng Xiurong and Jiang's mother who came in: "now we haven't found out who hijacked the president."

Looking at his daughter-in-law, Mr. Jiang asked, "what's the matter with An'an?"

Mother Jiang took a look at her son lying on the bed. She was covered with wounds that had been treated. She seemed to see the scene when her husband left. Her voice trembled and said, "An'an is still in a coma."

Master Jiang got up and said, "I'll go and have a look. Yang Hong

"Yes."

"Find that man quickly!"

"Yes."

Yang Hong looked at Mr. Jiang's back and nodded. When he got away, he looked back at his mother and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't take care of the president."

Mother Jiang shook her head slowly, tears embedded in her eyes: "you don't have to blame yourself, go to check."

"Yes."

Nodding again, Yang Hongcai walked out slowly.

Here, Mr. Jiang came into the room and saw that An'an was still sleeping. He was also distressed.

Lin an an, who is still in the fog, does not know where he is.

"Where on earth is this?"

It's like someone's got her hand.

An old voice sounded, very familiar.

"Ann, you come back, but don't follow your father's example. You are sentimentally attached to the beauty of the world over there and leave us behind. Do you hear me?"

It's like grandfather's voice.

Lin An'an's heart beat.

How could she leave everyone behind?

How is that possible?

She smiles speechless. In the fog, she can't see the road ahead clearly. It's just the heartbeat of her chest. It's like a loaded machine gun.

At this time, grandfather Jiang, looking at the fluctuation of his heart beat on the machine screen, excitedly clutching his crutches, walked out of the door. In his life, he didn't cry at a loss like this: "there's a reaction, there's a reaction!"

Still in the fog of Lin An'an, groping, step by step, suddenly, in front of suddenly.

It's just -

it's a fork in the road.

It says: Earth, heaven, hell.