bullying the little thing

At [-]:[-] in the morning, there was a sudden panic in the silent hospital, and four nurses pushed the stretcher cart across the corridor quickly.

The doctor on duty walked out of the emergency room sleepily. When he saw the unconscious boy on the stretcher, he woke up instantly, and his eyes behind the lens widened in horror to the maximum extent.

"Many bruises and whips all over the body, strangle marks on the hands, feet and abdomen...Ah! The tattoo on the stomach is...hey!" The doctor on duty frowned and sighed, and touched the boy's nose again, "... …broken!"

It was easy for everyone present to guess what the boy had gone through. The doctor on duty opened the boy's legs with trembling hands, a drop of sweat slid down his forehead and cheeks. The ground trembled, and he gasped again and again.

"Quick! Get ready for the suturing operation!"

Five hours later, Chen Yu was transferred from the ICU to the general ward. His head was wrapped with gauze, and several layers of gauze covered his nose horizontally.

He hasn't woken up yet, but he hasn't slept soundly either. He has been having nightmares, his brows are tightly frowned, there is a layer of mist floating between his long curly eyelashes, his whole body is trembling constantly, and there is a mournful moan between his ever-closed lips. croon.

Nurse Xiaofei checked his injuries, and then looked at the bruised face, her heart tightened, and she shed tears.

He is only fifteen or sixteen years old, who would hit him so hard?

Xiaofei turned around and found another boy standing at the door.

The boy's hair was disheveled and his face was haggard. He stared blankly in the direction of Chen Yu's hospital bed. When he noticed Xiao Fei's suspicious gaze, he shivered as if frightened, and lowered his head in panic.

"Excuse me, do you know him?" Xiaofei asked tentatively.

"No!" The boy raised his head abruptly, responding like a conditioned reflex, but soon became dazed again, "No... know..."

Xiaofei was even more puzzled. From the looks of it, this boy should be about the same age as the boy on the hospital bed. If he didn't know him, how could he be standing at the door of the ward in such a cold morning?

"He hasn't woken up yet, but you can go and see him." Xiaofei said softly.

"No! I don't know him!" The boy emphasized his tone, as if to prove what he said was true, "I...I'm leaving!"

After the boy finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave. At this moment, Chen Yu, who was in a coma, suddenly cried out: "Kevin! Come on!"

The boy was stunned, his face contorted in pain, Xiaofei ignored him, hurried to Chen Yu's bedside, wiped away the tears that kept slipping from his fluttering eyelashes in a panic, and comforted him not to Afraid.

"Kevin... Come on... Kevin..."

"Don't, don't call me! Don't call me!" Kevin raised his hands to cover his ears, and ran away from the hospital.