She coughed low, a mouthful of blood spurted out, sprayed on Xia jingnian's face.
She did not feel that she vomited blood, but felt that with this cough, her body suddenly had no strength, and there were black spots in front of her eyes. Her hand, which she refused to put on the man's chest, slowly slipped down and the whole person fell back to bed.
When the consciousness gradually dissipated, she suddenly felt a burst of relief. If she died like this, maybe it was the best
Tang Qing lies there, her white face, still stained with blood, like the color of plum blossoms in the snow, bright red and dazzling.
There was blood pouring out of the corners of her lips, as if she had a hole in her body.
Xia jingnian half kneels on the bed, the double eye micro open sees her for a long time, just slowly gradually returns to the God.
For a moment, he thought, maybe let her die like this
You don't want to run away when you die.
But he quickly reacts that he can't let her die.
Gong Heng is dead, and Tang Qing is dead. In this world, he is alone.
Losing one of the two most important people in his life is painful for him. He can't lose Tang Qing any more
He went into the bathroom and washed his face. He washed the blood off his face. Then he changed his clothes and changed Tang's clothes.
Finally, he walked down the stairs and got on the car.
The research institute is just a kilometer away. He enters the Institute with his arms. His new clothes are stained with the blood flowing from Tang Qing's body.
She is like a broken bag, I don't know where the leak hole, Xia jingnian looked at her more and more pale face, thought, she may be more serious than he imagined.
How can the person spit blood well?
Sometimes he feels curious.
No matter how many corpses he dissected, he still felt that the mystery of the human body could not be understood only by dissection.
The doctors of the research institute soon sent Tang Qing to the operating room. Internal medicine was his specialty, but unexpectedly, he was not willing to use the knife against Tang.
He didn't want to tilt the knife at Tang, cut into her body with a scalpel, and didn't want to see her organs. For him, those who lie on the operating table are just a pile of meat. He can walk through the operation process in a calm mood, but Tang Qing is different.
Once the mood changes, the hand holding the scalpel will not be stable.
Xia jingnian went into his office, took out the latest research report and began to review it. However, after a few eyes, he felt uneasy and didn't see it.
He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling irritable.
The beautiful night was interrupted by Tang Qing's sudden vomiting of blood.
The adrenaline impulse has subsided, the body temperature has also decreased, he felt a little bit of sense, from the drawer out of a pack of cigarettes, leaning against the office chair quietly lit.
It was gong Heng who tasted the brand he smoked in those years. Later, he learned to smoke, because he had been smelling this smell, but he was not used to other cigarette flavors.
The light and clear smell of smoke diffused from the room. He smoked half a pack of cigarettes alone in the room. Someone knocked on the door outside. He pinched out the cigarette butt and said, "come in."
It's a nurse who operated on Tang Qing.