Bye Bye

On the night of September 8th, after dinner, the freshmen of Xicheng University of Medical Sciences were in military training. They were wearing sweaty camouflage uniforms, and their young faces were full of enthusiasm left by the sun. All kinds of insoles are stuffed into the military shoes on the feet, just to make the soles of my feet less sore.

The night wind was cool, and the leaves of the camphor trees outside the playground were buzzing.

The officer shouted the password, and the first row started, and the freshmen raised their young necks, opened their throats full of watermelon cream, and called out loudly.

At this very moment, one of their fellow students was being rescued in the operating room.

X hospital

In all the hospitals in Nancheng, the top medical staff who have not scheduled surgery at this time tonight are gathered here, standing in front of a surgery.

Those from Xicheng are also on their way here by Qi's private jet.

This rescue is a battle for everyone in the operating room and outside the operating room.

The critical illness notification came down and the family members were required to sign.

Zhang Zhen staggered forward with an unshaven beard, and held the pen in front of him with one hand. He subconsciously wanted to grab the pen with his fist, but when he met the tired eyes of the third brother, he put down his fist and panted nervously for a few moments. A low growl of defense came out of his throat.

The car his brother was sitting in exploded in front of his eyes. He was held back by his brothers and couldn't get in. He watched the car burn out. He broke down and locked himself up and went crazy. Later, he learned that his brother was not dead, and several of them got along with each other. For many years, the brothers who have gone through life and death many times have been the eyeliner of the Shen family, and they teamed up to betray him. This series of events brought him post-traumatic syndrome. There were more medical records in his drawer, a psychiatrist’s call on his mobile phone, and more medicine in his pocket.

It's fine if it doesn't involve Zizania-related matters, but once it has anything to do with Zizania, his vigilance will become abnormal and it's hard to trust people.

Zhang Zhen's tall body was arched anxiously, and the undulating arc of his back was chaotic.

Qi Yiliao turned the pen between his fingers, facing him.

Zhang Zhen glanced at the pale third brother, he paused, took two deep breaths, and backed away.

Qi Yiliao didn't say another word, he quickly signed and handed the pen to the medical staff, his breath was fishy and sweet.

The medical staff didn't leave, she took out something: "Grandpa Qi, we took this from the patient's hand, he was holding it tightly, his finger bones stiffened into that curvature, and there were a few serious bruises on the palm of his hand..."

It was an amulet. The small box of the tracker was clean, but the corners and corners were dirty. There were hardened mud and dried blood.

Qi Yiliao took the amulet from the medical staff and stroked it a few times. The phone in his trousers pocket rang, and he went to the bathroom to answer it.

The little nurse passing by took a second look.

I have never seen a big man wear out his leather shoes. The toe of the toe was deformed, and there were two holes pierced by something sharp, as if it had suffered a violent impact not long ago.

The knees on both sides of the trousers and the elbows of the shirt were also dirty, as if they had thrown themselves on the ground.

The big man has such a good temperament, he doesn't look sloppy, he only shows his popularity. The marks on his body are the proof of his silent but sensational transformation from **** to mortal.

—He ate the fireworks in the world, and since then he has the seven emotions and six desires.

In the bathroom, Qi Yiliao held the phone in one hand and touched the amulet in the other. He asked the person on the other end of the phone with a hoarse voice: "What's the matter?"

"Uncle Qi, is Zibai awake?" Shen Er's voice was very soft. It was as if a child who had woken up from a nightmare was asking an adult if all dreams were fake, right?

"It's still undergoing surgery." Qi Yiluo said.

There was a faint painful hum from Shen Er'an's end, mixed with the muffled sound of fists and feet hitting flesh and bones.

"Hatred is important, but not the most important." Qi Yiluo said indifferently, "Once the position is reversed, life will fall into a strange circle."

As soon as the ending sound fell, he cut off the call and put the phone in his pocket, bent over in front of the sink, and reached under the faucet.

A stream of cold water trickled down, passed through his sticky red palm, and flowed into his fingers.

There was red blood flowing into the drain.

Gradually clear.

Qi Yiluo took water to wash his face, he washed again and again, the speed of blood flow all over his body not only did not slow down, but became faster. Blood vessels are about to burst.

restraint…

restraint...restraint...

Not in a hurry. Matters are serious, we must exercise restraint right now, and wait for the result, wait for a miracle.

"Restraint," Qi Yiliao's forehead was bulging with blue veins, and the veins on his neck were also throbbing, with a horrifying expression.

"pata"

Water dripped from Qi Yiliao's jaw and hit the wet ground. His two cold white hands pressed against the countertop, and the knuckles holding the amulet were raised.

"To live..."

After a while, a complicated sigh sounded in the bathroom, "Live."

On the other end, Shen Er'an was hung up, and he stood there, thinking about what Qi Yiluo said, as if there was a place for it, but it didn't seem to be. Forget it.

A unilateral beating was taking place not far away, and the hanged person was covered in blood, but it was not fatal. He can't die, Qi Yiliao and Zhang Zhen haven't come to see him yet, he wants to live, and live for a long time.

Shen Er'an just looked at it like that.

Shen Ji was thrown back by a punch, and fell forward weakly, a large stream of blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, he slowly raised his drooping blood-red eyebrows, and looked at Shen Er'an.

There is mocking in the eyes.

The old wolf king said to the little wolf, your cold-bloodedness, violence, and cruelty are all in my genes, and now you have walked on my track.

Congratulations on growing up, my son.

"boom"

The bullet streaked through the sharp void and hit Shen Ji's right forearm.

The gunshot stopped the abuse.

Several young geniuses present all turned their heads and looked at their master.

Shen Er'an put down the gun: "Heal him."

The line of sight behind him was still there, and the piercing nausea caught up with him, refusing to let him go.

The voice in the sight said: last year you laughed at me for killing my mother, this year you killed my father, what is the difference between you and me.

some. Shen Er'an walked out of the basement, stood under the night sky, and looked down at his hands.

Tan Jun sat by the flower bed, cast his gaze over, and looked at an old friend through him.

"And you, do you blame me for stopping you?" Tan Jun took out an old-fashioned watch from his pocket, and he stopped going. He wiped the dial with a handkerchief, "At that time, I had to stop."

The tree shadow swayed on Tan Junqing's figure. He sat there, as if he was in another era, vast and desolate.

"Besides, we are human beings, not gods. There are too many powerlessness, helplessness, and force majeure."

Tan Jun spread out the cruel reality: "You can't save him if you rush forward impulsively, you will fall with him, that's all."

"Even if the mat doesn't catch him, you have to cheer up," Tan Jun's smile flashed, "Dead is just a gradually cooling corpse, alive, and can do many things."

Shen Er'an was silent for a moment: "I've considered it, no one else, it's comprehensive."

"You are still young." Tan Jun got up from the flower bed, "Give you ten years, and your achievements will be higher than that of the Qi family."

Shen Erxing was momentarily dazed.

"When you reach your father's age, you will stand taller than him."

That's what Ziabaca told him in Shangming Garden last year.

At that time, he was puzzled and asked Ziobai why, and said that he didn't like doing business.

Now, because of the grievances of the previous generation and the entanglements of this generation, he stepped into the business world and got contaminated with something.

Shen Ernan pressed her head through the gauze.

Tan Jun frowned: "You haven't removed the fragments from your head, you'd better go back to the hospital and lie down, the next operation can't be postponed."

Shen Ernan said abruptly: "I want to fold, Dragonfly."

Tan Jun was taken aback, just as he was about to take out the colored paper from the other pocket, Shen Ernan had already left.

Shen Erhan walked and looked at the moon.

It seems that back when I was a child, in the days of Razor Mountain, there seemed to be a hint of tea fragrance in my nostrils.

Mother, I will do my best to avenge you and grandma.

I will use the rest of my life to destroy the Cen family.

I will do as you wish.

I just ask you to bless my friend Zaobai, safe, healthy, and free from suffering.

It was midnight and the surgery was still going on.

All the experts from the west city arrived. They made preparations and joined in.

The AB blood type in the blood bank is sufficient to reduce the possibility of other risks as much as possible.

Zhang Zhen stared at the red light outside the operating room, chewing the pills in his mouth, like gall, but he didn't feel any discomfort.

Qi Yiliao at the side hung up the phone and dialed another number: "Karen, where are you?"

Karen at the gas station: "It's almost here." He was on vacation in the mountains, and when he met his ex-girlfriend, he made a bed. He withdrew midway, and his ex-girlfriend gave him two high-heeled shoes and left a pair on his head. It's a big bag, it's not gone yet.

It's funny.

Karen rested one hand by the car window and drove with his head propped up. The wind blew his hair into a mess. He thought of the four priceless bottles of wine and the little brother who cared for others, and glanced at his medicine box from the corner of his eye. . If it is not funny, how can it be called life.

"Master Qi," Karen called the owner of the wine cellar with respect, "I read your child's medical report, and I went there, but I'm not 100% sure. I can only say, do your best."

Qi Yiliao's throat moved: "You come here first."

At the end, he said, "He hasn't given up yet."

"He is a strong child with admirable beliefs. He maximized the meaning of a small life." Qi Yiluo sighed softly, "At the end of last year and the beginning of this year, he escaped from death."

Karen laughed: "That's amazing."

"I wish him another miracle." Karen turned the steering wheel, "I will do my best to help him succeed."

Qi Yiliao threw the phone on the bench beside him, rubbed his forehead and leaned against the wall, looking tired.

It was at this time that Chen Yiming appeared, with his coat draped over his forearm and a flashlight in his hand.

Small, clean, smelling sweet-scented osmanthus, washed.

There's no point in leaving blood.

Its existence is evidence of Ziabaca's intelligence and courage.

"Qi Dong," Chen Yiming shouted, "This is what Bai Shao used to create lacerations..."

Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind came from the left, his collar was grabbed, and the force smashed his whole body against the wall, and his back hurt like a broken bone.

"Zhang Zhen, I revealed to you the place where Young Master Bai was imprisoned." Chen Yiming stated his position before Zhang Zhen beat him to death, "I have betrayed, and I have a cooperative relationship with Young Master Bai."

Zhang Zhen knew this rationally, but emotionally he couldn't, so he punched Chen Yiming twice.

Chen Yiming didn't hide, he accepted it.

In the past, he relied on being Chairman Shen's most valued lackey, and he was also superior to others, and many families were ruined by him. At this moment, looking back at those years of abetting evil, he has nothing to say, he only hopes that God will hold his hand high because he once took orders to do things, and now he has turned his back on it.

Zhang Zhen shook off Chen Yiming and pulled the flashlight away. He tightened his brows and his cracked lips trembled slightly.

Suffering so much in vain, what can God give him? Zhang Zhen couldn't think of it.

Zhang Zhen gave the flashlight to the third brother, and he asked his doubts, asking for a solution.

Qi Yiliao held the flashlight and put his fingers on it: "I have to ask God. However, after a long time, I can also see the rewards from God from him."

"Fate is not fair." Zhang Zhen did not accept this explanation.

"Indeed." Qi Yiluo said, "But people with radiant and tenacious lives are more likely to be seen and favored by the God of Destiny than those with dull and shrinking lives."

"Xiaobai said something to me. He said that if a person has no ideas, then he is not alive." Qi Yiluo got up, "Perhaps his ideas are something we need to understand. gap."

He didn't use "you" but "we".

Qi Yiliao took the flashlight and left. The gloom around him faded away, and the world regained a bit of halo.

Zhang Zhen continued to stare at the lights in the operating room.

Chen Yiming hesitated to explain away a lunatic: "Zhang Zhen, what I'm going to say next is what I saw and felt with my own eyes."

"When Mr. Bai asked me if I had brought anything, I took out a small flashlight. At that moment, his breathing became stronger." Chen Yiming described the scene at that time without adulteration.

Zhang Zhen turned his head slowly: "Did he cry out for pain?"

"No." Chen Yiming thought of something, and his face was slightly strange, "He seems to know more about this aspect, I mean he has a strong ability to accept." "I want to buy a large flashlight, you wait" and so on, Chen Yiming was numb.

The light was turned off at the time, so he couldn’t see it, so he asked what was going on, and Zibai said, “My muscles are slack, and I’m bored. I gritted my teeth and used up the little energy I saved, but I only broke an inch.” A lot of blood was rubbed out repeatedly, and I was so disgusted, Shen Laogou will only take a look when he checks later, he won't get close to pick it up, and he won't check it carefully."

The result is really not.

How should I put it, his boss will lose, not for nothing.

He felt that Zibai knew his boss better than he did, and he was even more convinced of this.

At that time, Chen Yiming reported to his boss that the work was over, and it was the time set for him by Jiaobai. Ziabab said that if it is too long for the first time, it will be suspected, and if it is too short, it will look fake, so it is almost fine.

Chen Yiming followed the rhythm of Zizania all the way.

"Ziaobai negotiated with me, which is an important reason why I chose to be his ally." Chen Yiming said truthfully. A teammate who is calm in the face of danger, adapts to the situation, is clever, and will not give up easily determines the success or failure of the plan.

Last year at "Jiye", he had a contemptuous attitude towards Zizania.

Downstairs in the rental house, he still only regarded the other party as a novelty in the upper class.

What really changed his impression was that Ziabai conspired with Qi Shuang to plot against the Shen family. From then on, the young Ziababa jumped out of the ranks of rich people's little pets and became an independent and exciting life.

"If he were my younger brother, I would love him dearly and respect his choice. If he wakes up and cannot get out of the pain and depression, I will hug him, accompany him, and tell him that the darkness is over." Chen Yiming still had a rigid face , read in a report-like tone, but his admiration was real.

"If he talks about his experience proudly, as if showing off a medal for attacking fate, I will applaud him proudly."

There was a choked sound in Zhang Zhen's mouth, and he couldn't help crying.