Chapter 328 One Life Is Not Worth One Life

It's her, it's little scar, it must be her! My whole body's blood seemed to be frozen, and my body froze in place, unable to move.

What is she doing here?

"Xiao Qing, what's wrong? Tingsheng's been calling you down there for a long time. Why don't you come down?" I don't know how long I've been standing, but my feet are numb. Fu Jing came up and called me.

I shook my head. "It's okay. I'll be in a daze. Where's Tingsheng?"

"Down there."

"Alone?"

Fu Jing grunted, and I suddenly ran out the door. He asked me what was wrong behind him. I didn't have time to say anything, but my heart was filled with unease. Little scar was a reckless person. I didn't let her get revenge. She must have hated me.

I'm afraid of her. I'm really afraid. I can't be afraid of people like her who trade their lives for hers.

I ran down the road and saw Tingsheng playing with the snow. I stopped and breathed a sigh of relief. "Tingsheng, come here. Come to mom."

"Mom, I'm not going. Come on, come and have a snowball fight." He threw a snowball at me and almost lost his footing.

I was in a hurry to help him up. When I saw that he was standing still, I didn't go over. I threw the snow on the ground and hit him gently. When I hit his hand, he laughed so happily.

With a bang, my blood froze in an instant, and my heart seemed to explode.

"Mom..." Tingsheng's body suddenly stopped moving.

"Tingsheng! Tingsheng!" Tears filled my eyes in an instant, and I ran over and hugged the roar, reaching out to cover the bleeding hole behind him. "Tingsheng, hold on, hold on..."

"It hurts, mom. It hurts." He seemed so scared that he forgot to cry.

Fu jing shouted, "Xiao Qing, stay away!"

Subconsciously, I lay down with the sound of the thunder in my arms. I had no idea what was going on behind me, but I knew I had to stop the sound of the thunder and another gunshot. There seemed to be a wind in my ear, and this fear was far less than worrying about the person in my arms.

Tingsheng was in my arms, her face was filled with fear, and she kept calling out to her mother.

"My son is not afraid. I have a mother here." I held him tightly in my arms. "Ah Jing, Tingsheng is injured. Quick, take him to the hospital."

Fu Jing held the gun in his hand and shot behind me. This was the first time I heard such a clear gunshot. There were three gunshots in total, and the sound shook my heart.

"Someone, drive over, quick!" Fu jing roared, his voice unusually loud in the heavy snow.

Tingsheng was still calling for mom, and my hand felt sticky. I stretched out my hand and saw that it was all red blood. It hurt my eyes.

"Xiao Qing, give me the roar. Let's go to the hospital. Right away. Right away." Fu Jing snatched the thunder from my arms and ran away with Tingsheng in his arms.

I got up in a hurry and caught a glimpse of the gun on the ground. I picked up the gun and turned around to point it at the person on the ground. It was little scar. It was her! There was a murderous look in my eyes, and I didn't know how many shots I fired in a row. I didn't drop the gun until I finished all the bullets in it.

I didn't even blink, and my arms hurt from the seat of the gun. I don't care at all. It's not enough to kill a hundred people who hurt me! Not enough!

"Xiao Qing, let's go!" Fu Jing called me.

I ran into the car, hugged the thunder, and Fu Jing drove.

Tingsheng was awake on the road. He didn't cry or make a scene. My hand kept pressing on his wound, behind his back, behind his right.

When I got to the hospital, I didn't let Fu Jing carry me. I carried my son and went straight to the operating room. The doctor stopped me outside and took the thunder into the cold operating room alone.

My hands trembled slightly. When Fu Jing wiped the blood off my hands, I could clearly see my arms shaking.

"Tingsheng will be fine, right?" I looked at him with blank eyes.

"It will be fine. It will be fine." He hugged me. "Xiao Qing, I'm sorry. I didn't take good care of you."

I leaned against his chest and said, "No one thought that it wasn't your fault that little scar didn't die."

Our husband and wife snuggled up in front of the operating room, waiting impatiently for a long time. We didn't even have the desire to talk to each other. Wangdu didn't have anything to say.

Later, wu ying came and asked us how Tingsheng was doing. Fu Jing said something inside, and she stopped asking. We waited outside together, and no one was in the mood to say anything pale or comforting.

Finally, the door to the operating room opened, and I wanted to rush over, but my legs went limp from the numbness as soon as I took a step.

"Xiao Qing." Fu Jing held me up quickly.

I walked up to the doctor with Fu Jing's arm. The doctor took off his mask and exhaled. "It's safe, but we can't afford to slack off. The child is too young and needs to be put in the icu to keep an eye on the situation."

There was no danger, there was no danger. I recited these four words silently for a long time. I hope there was no danger.

Tingsheng was transferred to the icu, and Fu Jing and I were looking out the window at the little guy inside. The little guy's face was pale, and he had a tube in his body. He was so young, and I was about to experience it, and my heart was about to break.

"Ah Jing, Tingsheng is not even two years old. Why didn't god let me bear the pain for him? Why did he do this to a child?" My heart ached and my eyes swelled up.

"This is an accident. The little scar is dead. Grandma wu's men took care of her body. It won't be fake this time. Our son will be very strong after he gets through this."

I asked him, right? He told me with certainty, yes.

Ten minutes a day, Fu Jing and I take turns going in. Every time we come out, our eyes turn red and we encourage each other. Our son will definitely wake up.

The long wait was dark and despairing, like a thorn that had worn away our willpower. We trudged through it, not knowing whether it was light or boundless darkness ahead. We had no choice but to support each other.

It was our first time as parents, and we put almost all our effort into this child, watching him hover on the edge of life and death, and we suffered deeply.

"Miss Chen, it was my fault. At that time, scar... I thought she was dead, but I didn't expect her to escape. You punish me. I caused little young master to still not wake up."

Xing Tian sincerely admitted his mistake before me. I helped him up. It was not easy for a man to bend his waist, let alone not blame him.

"If I were the one who took little scar back, I should be the one to blame." I forced out a smile. "Tingsheng will definitely wake up. Think about how you can protect little young master and make it up to him in the future."

"Miss Chen." Xing Tian looked at me with tears in his eyes.

"Take me to the hospital." I patted him on the shoulder and walked out the door.

Day after day, it had been half a month. Tingsheng's small body had lost a lot of weight. I, as a mother, was getting more and more haggard. Fu Jing's beard had grown out.

However, we still have hope.