Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

“As you wish! As you wish!”

Qiao Ruyi looked pale and had a weak breathing.

He looked at her red-stained clothes again, and without caring about his shoulder blade pierced by the bullet, he quickly untied the ropes on her body.

The life rope from the helicopter was thrown down, and Qi Jingang was about to go down to meet it. The next second, he saw the man covered in blood swiftly fasten the rope around the two of them, then picked up the slender woman with one hand and held the rope tightly with the other hand.

The plane rose, the man's face was pale, dark red blood gushed out from his right shoulder blade where he was holding the rope, staining his white shirt red.

......

The helicopter landed on the helipad of Ling's private hospital.

More than a dozen doctors and nurses had been waiting for a long time pushing stretchers. When the cabin door opened, a man covered in blood staggered down with a woman also covered in blood in his arms.

After placing the person on the stretcher, Ling Che held on to the stretcher tightly and wanted to follow him into the emergency room.

"Master Ling!"

Qi Jin and Qi Shui both stopped him, "Your injuries need immediate attention!"

A gunshot wound is not a simple scratch. It is very dangerous if the bullet remains in the body. If it injures a vital organ, it can be fatal.

Ling Che acted as if he didn't hear anything and insisted on following Qiao Ruyi's stretcher into the emergency room. He didn't leave until the door of the emergency room was closed and insisted on waiting at the door.

He stood unsteadily outside the emergency room, his hands covered in blood, unable to tell whether it was his own, Qiao Ruyi's, or...

"Boss Ling!" The doctor looked at the blood dripping from his shoulder and advised him worriedly, "Your injury needs to be treated immediately, otherwise your life will be in danger!"

"Save her first."

After saying these three words, Ling Che stubbornly sat down outside the emergency room door with the lights on and waited.

At this moment, his face was pale, with big beads of cold sweat dripping down from his forehead, and his heart was aching.

He stared at the door of the emergency room, there were some things he didn't dare to think about.

I dare not think about the pool of blood under her, is it real...

When Song Yanzhi arrived, he saw a man covered in blood sitting outside the emergency room. He was so weak that he looked like he was about to die, but he refused to listen to the doctor's advice to treat his wound and insisted on waiting for Qiao Ruyi to come out.

"Ling Che!"

Song Yanzhi walked quickly forward and saw that his white shirt was stained with blood. He couldn't tell where he could touch it.

"Can you wait for Sister Yi to come out in your current state?" Song Yanzhi was angry and anxious. "By the time she comes out, you might be buried!"

Ling Che didn't say anything, but just sat down on the ground leaning against the wall.

From Song Yanzhi's perspective, it looked like a dog that was so poor that it was only half dead.

"He won't listen to the doctor, can't you think of a solution?" Song Yanzhi was anxious, looking at Qi Jin and Qi Shui beside him, "Give him anesthesia and carry him away to remove the bullet!"

Qi Jin and Qi Shui were also in a difficult situation. They did not dare to disobey Ling Shao's orders, but they could not just ignore his injuries. They could only call Song Yanzhi and ask him to come and persuade him.

At this time, the doctor came over again, looked at the person on the ground, and then looked at Song Yanzhi, "Master Song, Mr. Ling's injury really can't be delayed any longer. If we delay it any further, he may lose too much blood."

The light in the emergency room is still on, and I definitely won’t be able to get out for a while.

If Ling Che really wanted to wait any longer, he would probably die at this door.

Song Yanzhi was just about to call Qi Jinqishui to carry the man to the operating room when he suddenly saw Ling Che looking up at him with his scarlet eyes.

His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible. He asked, "What do you think she wants to eat when she wakes up? I'll go buy her something to eat so she doesn't go hungry."

Song Yanzhi was almost furious. He went out to buy food with a gunshot wound and blood all over his body, and then he died before he even reached the door.

Ling Che was about to get up as he spoke, but his body was in so much pain that he had no strength left.

He struggled to stand up by holding on to the wall, but before he could take a step, his shoulders suddenly slumped, his legs went weak, and he fell down.

"Ling Che!"

"Master Ling!"

"Boss Ling!"

Song Yanzhi quickly grabbed Ling Che, and when he looked again, he saw that he had completely fainted.

......

The door of the emergency room was opened, and more than a dozen doctors and nurses walked out, their white coats stained with bright red blood.

The attending doctor took off his mask and looked at the man sitting on the ground waiting with a sad face. He bowed slightly and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ling. We tried our best."

Ling Che sat on the ground, staring at them blankly, not knowing what they were talking about.

The sound of rollers came from the door of the emergency room, and a bed was pushed out from inside. The person on the bed was covered with a long white cloth, and his face could not be seen.

Ling Che got up from the ground hesitantly and staggered towards the bed.

With trembling fingers, he lifted the white cloth, and an extremely familiar and pale face appeared in his sight.

Will not!

Will not!

He was breathing rapidly and staring at the person on the hospital bed, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Song Yanzhi pulled him away from behind, "Ling Che, Sister Yi is dead, cheer up!"

Will not!

Ling Che grabbed the bed uncontrollably, "Ruyi!"

"Qiao Ruyi, get up!"

"Qiao Ruyi!"

The person on the hospital bed suddenly opened his eyes, sat up abruptly, and big beads of cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

He moved too much and pulled the wound on his shoulder. The pain of the torn shoulder blade made him sober up a little.

"You're awake, my Young Master Ling!"

When Song Yanzhi walked in, he just saw him sitting up as if he had just come back to his senses.

Ling Che turned around and saw Song Yanzhi, and remembered the scene just now. He hurriedly pulled out the infusion needle on the back of his hand and pretended to get out of bed.

"Where's Ruyi?"

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse.

"Slow down!" Song Yanzhi hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, raised his chin, and pointed to the bed next to him, "Isn't Sister Yi over there?"

Hearing this, Ling Che was startled and turned to look over.

On the bed next to him, Qiao Ruyi lay pale, breathing evenly, and the heart rate index on the instrument was normal.

Seeing this, Ling Che seemed to come back to life.

It turned out to be a dream.

In the dream, he failed to protect her.

Fortunately it was a dream.

"The bullet in your shoulder has been removed. Fortunately, no vital parts were injured. For the time being, you must not use too much force on this hand. You must take good care of it."

Song Yanzhi reminded him from behind, but Ling Che acted as if he didn't hear him. He walked unsteadily to Qiao Ruyi's side, holding on to the hospital bed.

"Miss Song and Young Master Luo were here before, but they left before you woke up."

Song Yanzhi poured a cup of warm water and handed it to Ling Che, "Zhuang Ce has been arrested, and Young Master Ou has already taken care of the police matter."

Ling Che did not take the water. Instead, he looked deeply at the person lying on the hospital bed with her eyes lightly closed, and held her hand in his palm.

After a long while, he asked, "Is Ruyi... pregnant?"