Ling Yi held her hand. For the first time, he held her hand.

Different from the imagination, her hands were cold and greasy with sweat.

He knew she must be afraid.

"Don't be afraid, it's all right... Grandpa has counted my life. I can live to be a hundred years old..."

Ling Yi could see her nervousness and fear from Joan's still trembling hand and her expression, so she had to talk to her all the time.

"I'm really fine. It's just a small wound. Just suture the wound..."

"I'll be fine. I haven't married anyone I want to marry yet..."

Ling Yi doesn't know whether he can survive this level, because he can really feel the loss of life.

He pinched Joan's hand, looked at her in a flustered face, and tried to say softly: "Joan, if I can survive this level... Can I..."

He finally summoned up his courage: "can you give me a chance to pursue you... I really..."

He pursed his lips slightly, and his chest shook with excitement: "I really like you very much."

At this moment, it was really not Ling Yi who took advantage of the weakness. He was really afraid that if he didn't say it at the moment, he would never have a chance to say it again.

This sentence has been buried in his heart for so many years, he doesn't want to take it to the grave.

Joanne nodded, her tears still falling on the shuttle, and her fear had not disappeared from her heart.

And it's getting worse.

Probably locking her throat with a dagger has exhausted all her courage and strength.

At this moment, she only felt fear and fear.

"OK, you will be fine. You must be good and make it through..."

Ling Yi breathed a sigh of relief and raised hope between her eyebrows and eyes: "I'll be fine... Because I haven't chased you well... I'll take you to many places, eat a lot of delicious food and visit a lot of scenery..."

Joanne listened to him with tears in her eyes. In fact, what he said at the moment was no longer important.

As long as he's still talking, it means there's still hope.

Joanne just doesn't want him to have anything to do.

Because no one in the Ling family can accept Ling Yi's accident.

Especially the old man.

Therefore, Ling Yi must not be busy.

The police car opened and the ambulance soon arrived at the hospital. Ling Yi was pushed into the emergency room. Joan couldn't stand at all and fell directly into a chair.

Shen Yijia soon arrived. As soon as he entered the emergency channel, he saw Joan sitting on the chair silently crying. His heart ran quickly.

"Ann."

Joan looked up and saw Shen Yijia's face. Her tears couldn't hold back again: "brother..."

Shen Yijia sat directly next to her, raised her hand and hugged her in her arms, gently comforting: "it's okay, don't worry, I just asked the nurse who received the treatment, so it won't hurt her life."

Joan took a sigh of relief: "in case he is in any danger, I really can't explain to the old man..."

Although Shen Yijia said it was okay, as long as Ling Yi was not pushed out of the operating room for a minute, Joan couldn't be at ease for a minute.

A heart hanging up and down is really too uncomfortable.

Soon someone from the police came to take notes. Accompanied by Shen Yijia, Joan was able to explain the story clearly. At last, Shen Yijia's eyebrows and eyes were cold.

"Is this the law and order in your country? Do you commit murder with a knife in public?"

The American police also apologized politely and said that those people were recidivists. It was not long before they were released. This time, the penalty will be increased.

Because there are surveillance videos at the scene of the incident, there will be no reversal, which reassures qiao'an and Shen Yijia.

"But because the other party is also injured, the young lady needs to go to the police station to cooperate with the investigation."