Chapter 77

I never thought things would turn around like this.

The police car and ambulance arrived almost at the same time. I didn't care to see Wang Cheng handcuffed to the police car, so I followed Su Xiangyang's ambulance to the hospital.

On the way, the nurse gave him emergency hemostasis and oxygen inhalation. At the moment, he was a little distracted because of massive blood loss.

"You can't let him sleep. In this case, you may not wake up." The nurse warned.

I was so anxious that I came up to him, "Su Xiangyang, don't sleep. You have to live. You'll be in the hospital right away. Hold on."

"I'm fine," he said in a slightly muffled voice with an oxygen mask, "are you scared?"

When are you still concerned about me?

At this juncture, I want to speak too ruthlessly, as if I were a man of stone heart again.

After all, Su Xiangyang was injured to save me.

I can only change the topic and tell him all the jokes I can think of in my mind to stimulate his nerves.

However, because I was too nervous, I spoke intermittently, and there was no smile at all.

Su Xiangyang smiled and insisted on going to the hospital.

For a moment, he was pushed into the operating room.

I stood anxiously waiting outside the door, pacing back and forth, praying that Su Xiangyang would be safe.

"Shen An?" Suddenly a woman's voice came from behind.

I turned around and found it was Wang man.

On a hot day, she wore a black windbreaker, and her long hair naturally fell on her shoulders. She looked very strange.

Looking at her Kung Fu, she has come to me. Her eyes are full of surprise, "Why are you covered with blood and hurt?"

"No, it's my friend. He was stabbed by the King City." I answered.

"Did your friend offend Wang Cheng?" Wang man asked me again.

I shook my head, opened my mouth and didn't know how to say, "I can't say it clearly for a time. In short, I'm waiting for him to come out now."

"Oh," she nodded, sitting directly on the bench in the corridor and patting the empty seat next to her, "sit and wait. It's no use standing there."

That's the truth, but Su Xiangyang was hurt because of me. It was really difficult for me to sit and wait for him to come out.

Seeing that I didn't sit, Wang man simply started directly and forcibly dragged me on the bench.

"Sit down and see you covered with blood. You're not afraid to scare others." Wang mandao.

I looked down at myself. My white skirt was mottled with blood, and my hands were red.

It's really scary.

And I noticed the strangeness of Wang man.

She couldn't help wearing a windbreaker in summer. She was still in the chest of the windbreaker and said goodbye to a small white flower.

On this side of Nancheng, only when relatives die will they wear small white flowers.

I seem to understand why Wang man wears a black windbreaker.

"I'll wait by myself, so I won't bother you." I said politely.

She was stunned for a moment, and then she felt it. She pointed to the little white flower on her chest, "did you see this?"

"Yes." I nodded.

Wang man laughed, showing the kind of laughter with his back teeth. He also tilted his head back, without the image of a lady.

The little white flower was pulled down by her brute force and played in her hand.

The move startled me.

Just about to ask, I heard her actively explain, "I took a job, the hospital cried, 200 yuan a time."

It's the first time I've heard of such a job.

Although I'm not superstitious, I can't help asking, "don't you feel... Afraid?"

"You mean bad luck?" Wang man was quite straightforward and said what I really thought.

She stood up to me and said something particularly reasonable, "not everyone is so lucky that they can be born with a golden spoon and have no worries about food and clothing all their life.

The first thing most people in the world do when they open their eyes every day is to find a way to fill their stomachs. Before going to bed at night, they have to consider whether they have to live tomorrow. They don't understand how to live. What are they doing with these nothingness? "

To live is the only goal.

I met Wang man four times, all of which have a new refresh on her career.

The girl who lives in a village in the city is like a little flower living in a crack. She desperately absorbs nutrients and wants to bloom.

In a sense, it is worthy of my admiration.

After Wang man said this, he received a call, hung up and waved to me, "OK, I can't accompany you anymore. I have to go to work. Bye."

"Bye." I said.

After talking to Wang man about this call, my mood was unexpectedly better.

Although he was still nervous about Su Xiangyang's operation, the feeling of chaos disappeared a lot.

Soon, Su Xiangyang was also pushed out.

He was anesthetized and still in a coma. His face was as pale as a piece of paper, but his body was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"How is he, doctor?" I asked quickly.

The doctor didn't take off his mask, but he could see the intractability of the operation from his bloodshot eyes.

"I'm out of danger for the time being, but I have to observe that if the knife goes too far, it will hurt the nerve at the caudal vertebra and may be paralyzed."

Hearing the word paralysis, my mind exploded with a buzzing sound.

Su Xiangyang is only twenty-eight this year. The lawyer profession is doing like a duck to water. Besides, despite his status, he is also the young master of the Huo family who has no worries about food and clothing.

No matter what happens in the future, you can easily find a beautiful and capable wife, have a child and live a perfect life.

But if he is paralyzed, he can only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

How tragic.

"Doctor, you can help me find a way. He can't be paralyzed. His life is very beautiful. You can help me. The operation can cost as much as I can. Can I find a way to raise money?" I asked hastily.

The doctor helplessly pressed my shoulder, "I understand your mood, you don't feel too sad first, but it may paralyze, because of the anesthesia, we are not sure now, we should wait for the patient to wake up again, OK?"

"If you are paralyzed, you can cure it, can't you?" I asked again.

This time, the doctor was silent.

After a long time, he reached out and patted me on the shoulder. "If the patient maintains an optimistic attitude, coupled with regular rehabilitation, miracles will happen."

When he said the word miracle, I knew it was impossible.

There are so few miracles in this world. Most people can't escape the normal plot and are trapped in it to continue to cycle this life.

I fell to the bottom, as if I had foreseen the worst outcome.