Chapter 781

If he hadn't just saved him, if he was not seriously injured in bed now and couldn't do anything, Shen Yu had to step forward and kick the man's feet. Although the situation was barely stable, the death and injury had already been caused.

This is a heavy psychological burden for Shen Yu.

He endured his body's almost tearing discomfort and sneered coldly, "she can't live without half of her life. It's a pity for Mr. mo."

"I'm sorry, it is," he said in a low smile on Mo Shi's lips, "but I'll find a way."

After the terrorist attacks in the hospital were completely cleaned up by the police and confirmed to be able to operate and enter normally, it was three hours later. In these hours, she did not receive the news of Shen Yu or Mo Shichen, and the whole person was anxious and nearly in a state of madness.

At that time, Wen Hanye had already received the news and hurried to stay aside. Although he also twisted his eyebrows from time to time, he kept a quiet posture and comforted Wen Yi invisibly.

As soon as the cordon was opened, Wenyi rushed in recklessly.

She made countless phone calls from Mo Shichen, but he didn't answer. She called Shen Yu, and Shen Yu didn't answer.

She went straight to Shen Yu's ward. Although she knew that he might not be there after such a chaotic event, Shen Yu raised his head at the same time when she pushed the door of the ward open.

Wenyi breathed a sigh of relief, his head lying on the door frame, the whole person was paralyzed.

If Shen Yu is OK, Mo Shichen should be OK. If he is alone, he shouldn't let himself go wrong, especially for the sake of others.

Wen Hanye follows Wenyi. He looks down at his sister and raises his feet. "Are you ok?"

Shen Yu's eyes crossed Wen Hanye and fell on Wen Yi. He said gently, "I'm not the one who happened."

Wen Hanye raises his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

Wenyi froze in an instant.

After a few seconds of silence in the ward, Wen asked, "what happened to Mo Shichen?"

Shen Yu's face was expressionless. "I got shot. I should still be in the operating room now."

Wenyi's hands and feet are cold. Her fingers are curled up and tightened. Her fingernails are not in the palm of her hand. She has a very sticky touch. After a while, she reacts and turns away.

Wen Hanye looks at his sister's figure and Shen Yu in the hospital bed. "I'll go with job's tears first and come back later."

"Well."

Wenyi asked the nurse to know the direction of the operating room.

In just a few days, this is the second time that she has faced such a situation. When she was in the past, Mo Shichen's bodyguards were waiting outside. Seeing her coming, they hurriedly bowed their heads and called out, "Miss Wen."

"How is he?"

The bodyguard looked up at her and lowered his head. "The bullet is very close to the heart. I'm trying my best to rescue it. I informed Kangding. Kangding has told the second childe that the second childe has contacted the best doctor and will be here soon. Don't worry too much, Miss Wen."

Wenyi's head is turning. Her nerves are tense or her feet are floating in the state of ups and downs all day long. "Why did he get shot?"

"I can't protect it, Miss Wen. I'm sorry."

Now, what's the point of saying that there is no protection? Wenyi steps back and sits on the chair, then slowly bends down, buries his face in his palm.

I don't know how long it took, a hand on her shoulder, "coi, it will be OK, you don't worry about it," at this time, no matter how much comfort is powerless, how can Wen Hanye not understand, but the language is paler, it is better than nothing, "he is very lucky, the original plane crash has survived, this time will be OK."

Wenyi holds Wen's wrist and leans his head against it.

"Brother."

"In."

"I'm scared."

"He won't die. If you think about what kind of person he is, master mo. he will become a devil when he dies."

There was a trace of wood in her voice. "If he died, what should I do later."

It's too heavy. Such a debt is really too heavy and heavy. It's more hopeless than his plane crash. Even then, she couldn't help thinking over and over again. If she didn't get angry with him and let him chase him to Lancheng, wouldn't he get on the plane that made him crash at all?

Every inch of her body seemed cold.

"No, you have to believe that he won't let that happen."

When Mo Shichen woke up, it was half a day and one day later. He opened his eyes. It was not dark outside, but the setting sun was drawing near, and it was getting dark.

Pain, tearing heart, tearing lung, pulling every nerve of him, let him even breathe out the sound of breathing.

Alive.

The ward was quiet.

In this pain and silence, Mo Shichen inadvertently remembers what someone said. In this world, he is really alone. If he dies, there may be visitors' regrets, but there are few who are really sad.His consciousness is very vague, but at the same time there is a strange Qingming, which makes him feel that there is a second person in this room.

Hard to turn his head, as expected to see a lying on his hand in the head.

She had black hair and looked soft, so he reached over and touched it with difficulty.

Wenyi woke up and sat up straight.

Four eyes are opposite.

She looked at his frail, bloodless face, and dark, smiling eyes.

She wanted to open her mouth, her throat was dry and blocked, so she slowed down and said, "you wake up."

"Are you waiting for me to wake up?"

Wenyi didn't speak. As soon as she closed her eyes, tears came out. She didn't wipe them, just lowered her head.

He laughed, and his voice was much lower and mute than before. It was so vague that he had the delusion of spoiling. "You cry when I wake up. Do you want to see me so much?"

"Happy."

"Afraid of my death?"

"I'm afraid I really want to be a widow."

He's really going to die. This guilt is enough to pressure her all her life. She doesn't want to marry again. Sometimes she's afraid. She blames him and herself.

He slowly stretched out his hand to pinch the other hand she placed beside the bed. "No, I can't bear it."

Although there are tears on her face, her voice is still clear, but it is much lower than usual, "Mo Shichen, thank you."

He picked up his lips, although his face was pale, it did not affect the seriousness, "thank you, do you agree with me?"

Wenyi looked at him and pursed his lips. "What about good reactive power? Are you a benefacto