No one can be a dog licker

Finally, Sun Chenghong appeared at the entrance of Qingmulin, and he put Lin Yi down.

Lin Ping ran to Sun Chenghong's side almost as if he could shrink the distance into an inch, and Bu Heiye followed closely behind him.

His eyes first fell on Wu Baitian in Lin Yi's arms. Lin Ping carefully observed Wu Baitian's breathing and found that although her breathing was weak, it was still regular. She was obviously seriously injured, but her life was not in danger.

Only then did he turn his gaze to Lin Yi, only to see that Lin Yi's originally black clothes had been dyed dark purple by the dried and coagulated blood.

Although Lin Ping felt distressed, he was more relieved and extremely grateful that his son was still standing safely.

Lin Ping bowed deeply to Sun Chenghong with gratitude and respect, and said sincerely: "Thanks to you, Uncle Sun!"

Sun Chenghong smiled and waved his hand gently: "In fact, even without me, they can still hold on. Lin Yi and this child are extraordinary."

He pointed at Wu Baitian in Lin Yi's arms, showing some curiosity.

"She is Wu Baitian..."

Before Lin Ping could finish speaking, Bu Heiye tried to push Lin Ping away regardless of the consequences. In her eyes, there was no such thing as a principal or a teacher.

"Bai Tian! Bai Tian!!!" Seeing that he couldn't move Lin Ping at all, Bu Heiye hurriedly moved around, snatched Wu Bai Tian from Lin Yi's hand, and rushed to the medical team at high speed.

Bu Heiye shouted in a hurry: "Doctor! Physician! Teacher! Help! Help!"

Feeling the sticky touch in her hands, she was terrified and her tears and snot began to flow uncontrollably.

Sun Chenghong couldn't help but smile when he saw this scene, and then said, "Okay, I'll go ahead, you go and do your thing."

"Okay." Lin Ping responded respectfully.

Before he finished his words, Sun Chenghong had quickly blended into the night and disappeared without a trace.

Lin Ping gently placed his hand on Lin Yi's shoulder. His mind was full of things to say, but he didn't know where to start.

Only then did Lin Yi slowly raise his head woodenly, and his eyes met with Lin Ping who was standing right in front of him.

"I'm too weak..." Lin Yi's voice was choked with sobs, tears sliding down his cheeks involuntarily, and he called softly: "Dad!"

This sentence seemed to be the release of his long-suppressed emotions, and every word carried the fragility of confusion about the future and self-doubt.

Lin Ping was stunned, and then an indescribable sadness and pity surged in his heart.

He had never seen his son so vulnerable. This always proud, excellent and noble son was so helpless at this moment.

Lin Ping suddenly embraced the fragile and helpless Lin Yi in his arms and gently patted Lin Yi's back, trying to give him strength and comfort in this way.

"Son, everyone feels powerless sometimes. This doesn't mean that you are weak. In fact, you are already very strong." Lin Ping's voice was low and gentle, unlike his usual cynical tone.

"What's important is how we face this powerlessness, how we draw strength from the fall, stand up again, and become stronger."

With his father's comfort, Lin Yi gradually stopped crying.

He quickly pulled himself out of Lin Ping's arms and wiped his face quickly.

When his eyes fell on Lin Ping again, the expected playful look did not appear. Instead, Lin Ping's eyes, full of encouragement and trust, were looking at him gently.

Lin Ping accompanied Lin Yi into the ambulance, and the doctor left after giving Lin Yi simple treatment.

The ambulance drove to the hospital, with only Lin Yi and Lin Ping in the car.

After a long silence, Lin Yi's voice, with a hint of grievance and uncertainty, rang out in the carriage: "If I can't save anyone, should I run away?"

When Lin Ping heard Lin Yi's question, he answered without hesitation: "If you can run away, of course you should run away. Even if you can't run away, you must do your best to save yourself. In a critical moment, you must never give up hope of survival."

Lin Yi murmured to himself: "So am I wrong?"

Lin Ping gently put his hand on Lin Yi's head and regained his usual ruffian attitude: "Boy, you are right!

Back when I was your age, there was no way I would run away if I encountered such a situation.

The worst that can happen is that you just risk it all and die.

Young people should have that kind of passion and drive! But then again..."

He changed the subject, his tone becoming gentle and deep:

"I hope you can run away. This is not me teaching you something as an elder. This is my sincere plea to you as a father."

Lin Yi lowered his head. Although he choked several times, he forced back his tears. His slightly parted lips seemed to have lost the ability to speak and could no longer utter a single word.

"Lin Yi, make yourself stronger."

Lin Ping gently stroked Lin Yi's hair which was covered with blood and dust, and encouraged him in a soft voice.

On the other side, Wu Baitian also had his larger wounds treated briefly and was taken to the ambulance.

The difference is that the narrow carriage could accommodate four people besides Wu Baitian.

Bu Heiye's tears kept flowing. Even though the doctor had repeatedly emphasized that Wu Baitian was not in danger of life, her tears still did not stop.

Just when Bu Heiye had used up all the tissues in the ambulance and her used snot tissues were scattered all over the floor.

Liu Yang was the first to speak up: "Sister, if you do this, even if Wu Baitian is not knocked down by his injuries, he might be 'drowned' by your tissues."

Bu Heiye sniffed and glared at Liu Yang with disdain: "You know shit! I'm just crying with joy.

There was no danger to my life during the day, I was so happy that I couldn't control myself, what's wrong? You guys are so heartless!

I helped you so wholeheartedly during the day, but you didn't even shed a tear, you scumbags!"

"Hey! Why are you like this? Woo woo..."

How come he has no conscience?

Liu Yang's voice was full of indignation. He tried to break free from Niu Xiaoyu's hand that was tightly covering his mouth, but Niu Xiaoyu refused to let go.

"Liu Yang, calm down! Don't be impulsive!" Niu Xiaoyu lowered his voice, with a warning in his eyes, "You know, she is emotionally unstable now and won't listen to reason."

Lei Zhizhi sat in the corner, holding his forehead helplessly, looking at Liu Yang, the idiot, and was really speechless.

Are you kidding me? You actually want to reason with a woman in this situation?

Liu Yang widened his eyes and seemed to want to argue something, but in the end he let out a breath, nodded, and stopped struggling.

When even the sound of Bu Heiye's sobbing disappeared, the carriage fell into silence.

Everyone's mood fell into an endless low, although the four of them were lucky enough to be unharmed.

But outside Qingmu Lin, the students they had tried so hard to rescue and the horrific bodies carried out by the guards made them feel heartbroken and unable to express in words.

They are just a group of high school students majoring in military science. Why did they have to endure such a tragic experience?

Bu Heiye could still cry freely because she was a girl, but Lei Zhizhi and the other three could not do so.

Those shocking scenes played over and over in their minds like a slow-motion movie.

Compared with the tragic situations encountered by other students, they felt lucky.

But this luck is overshadowed by deeper pain, anger and hatred. These emotions are like a sharp thorn, penetrating deep into their hearts and are difficult to remove.

"Weak, too weak!"