Desperate to get married: Ex-husband keeps pestering her

"The doctor said that he was seriously injured more than ten years ago, and he recovered after several years of treatment. What kind of injury is it? Do you know?" Nie Fanduo asked Li Mo impatiently, thinking of the doctor's advice three years ago.

Li Mo was stunned, and subconsciously knew what Nie Fanduo was referring to, but Han Feixuan ordered him to die, unless he allowed it, even if he died, he must not say anything.

After thinking for a while, Li Mo found an excuse, "I'm sorry, I don't know, I was favored by the Han family to study abroad at that time, and I was not with Mr. Han in those years."

"Oh, that's it..." Nie Fanduo nodded suspiciously, "Okay, I'll tell you about it now, and you have to take good care of him when I'm not around in the future."

Li Mo nodded, expressing his understanding.

Just when Han Feixuan was in pain, and the painkillers didn't work at all, he was tortured for a whole night, and he didn't get better until the middle of the night, and it was raining heavily outside, listening to the sound of rain, he gradually closed his eyes. On tired eyes.

On the side of Mu's house, Mu Shiyue hugged Charlie and listened to the rain by the window, and told her son the story of Snow White and Cinderella. Charlie didn't seem to want to listen, so he pouted and slipped into bed.

Mu Shiyue smiled, reached out and grabbed his little feet, "Okay, can mom tell you the story of General Ryan Ryan?"

Charlie hurriedly poked his head out, showing a look of excitement.

Before a story was finished, the child was already so sleepy that he fell asleep.

Kissing his soft little cheeks, and covering him with the quilt, Mu Shiyue sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her sleeping son. She could easily think of the child's father. Know how his condition is now.

Is the fever gone?That person can't take care of himself at all. He used to be strong and healthy, but now he is so weak.

I really don't know what happened in the past few years to make him ruin his body so much...

East longitude 36.2 west longitude 42.4, south latitude 38.5 north latitude 32.4.

The local location is in the basement of a house in a small town in the northernmost part of Syria, bordering Turkey.

After Han Feiyu called Mu Shiyue, he immediately broke the chip of his mobile phone, cut off anyone from tracking him, and then passed out from exhaustion.

The reason why he was able to hide here was entirely to avoid the pursuit of some people, but unfortunately he was shot in the abdomen while fleeing, and he sneaked into this basement at a critical moment.

The sharp deterioration of the wound and the severe blood loss made him wake up again, and there was nothing he could do but wait for death.

In the gradually slack vision, nothing is real. Although he regained some consciousness temporarily, the pain from the wound also spread all over his body. Han Feiyu gritted his teeth and leaned against the wall with difficulty. He was inflamed, his whole body seemed to be soaked in hot water, and the scalding temperature made it difficult for him to breathe.

I regret destroying the phone so early. At least I can contact Mu Shiyue and listen to her voice before she dies. But now, what else can I do besides staring around in a daze?
Han Feiyu touched his pocket, found a recorder, hesitated, turned on the recorder, and started recording, "Xiaoyue, I'm sorry, I promised that I would never lie to you in this life, but I still lied, but I swear, just this once, I have never lied to you before, when you hear this recording, I am already dead, don't blame yourself, don't be sad, remember I asked you, if I die, What do you do? At that time you said you would marry my brother. I know you were kidding me, but if you did that, I wouldn’t blame you. To be honest, my brother is also a good man. I'll take good care of you..."

He couldn't continue talking. He was so tired that he wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while before continuing to record.

The moment his eyes were about to close, Han Feixuan's body shook suddenly, as if the nerve endings wanted the owner of the body to regain consciousness and not die so early.

"Feiyu, Feiyu?"

"Han Feiyu! Feiyu..."

Vaguely, he seemed to hear someone calling his name.

It's Mu Shiyue!

Although it was just an auditory hallucination, he was still very excited anyway. When he thought of a woman waiting for him in the distance, Han Feiyu couldn't help rekindling his will to survive. He wanted to live Go on, and live for Mu Shiyue!
The woman he loved for so many years, finally agreed to reconnect with each other, finally the two of them can get back together, he can't die, he can't die!

But if he wanted to survive, he had to find a doctor, but in his current physical condition, he had to stop bleeding from the wound first.

Thinking of this, Han Feiyu looked around. The dilapidated basement hadn't been used for a long time. There were a lot of things needed for farming and some sports items piled up in it.

Barely supporting his body, he crawled slowly on the ground. Finally, he saw a farm shovel, which was brand new and had not been used.

There was also a fire extinguisher over there, and Han Feiyu also pulled it over.

He took out a lighter from his trouser pocket, grabbed some rags, books, and small chairs, and took a lot of effort to start the fire. Looking at the burning flames, he threw the new shovel into the fire to bake.

The shovel is made of iron. After being baked by the fire, it becomes hot and scorching. Then he bites his collar, exposes the wound on his abdomen, and uses the red-hot iron shovel to burn the wound, so as to achieve the effect of rapid hemostasis!
The whole process had to be done in one go, even so, the moment the scalding shovel landed on the wound, he still bit his lip in pain, wanted to yell, but was afraid of attracting others, so he had no choice but to hold back, the pain was all over the floor Roll around until the pain passes out.

Two hours later, Han Feiyu gradually woke up. Although the wound was still painful and the high fever had not subsided, the bleeding stopped anyway, and he barely regained some strength.

He struggled to stand up, holding a pistol, and tried to escape from the basement, looking for a doctor to rescue him.

A relief station organized by local philanthropists.

A 15-year-old survivor who was just bombarded by shells had a total of 58 pieces of shrapnel taken out of his body, and more than a dozen pieces of shrapnel were embedded in extremely special positions. It was impossible to take them out in such a poorly equipped hospital. The nearly seven-hour operation was over. Finally, a female doctor dragged her tired body out of the simple operating room.

He took off his hat and squatted down to rest tiredly, rubbing his eyes. Just as he was about to change shifts and sleep, he suddenly saw a figure not far away.

There are often some post-war orphans or injured people asking for help near the relief station. For these doctors who have long been commonplace, they don’t want to give up any wounded who can survive. Adhering to this spirit, the female doctor walked towards the trance walked over.

At the corner of the tent, the female doctor suddenly stopped——

Because she felt that something was holding her waist, years of experience here told her that the thing holding her waist must be a pistol.