Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

The man's body was all red, and Song Qingzhu even forgot to cry. Her pupils shrank slightly, and she ran up to him, blurring her vision with tears. She climbed up to him, helped him up, and cried pitifully. shouted.

"Jun Chu, Jun Chu, don't sleep, don't sleep, I'll take you to the hospital."

At this time, several policemen ran over, and the medical staff and Jiang Jingzhi ran in together.

"Qingzhu, Qingzhu, let go, let Junchu get into the ambulance first."

The medical staff wanted to lift Rong Junchu onto the stretcher, but Song Qingzhu forcibly held him and couldn't lift him at all.

Jiang Jingzhi tugged at her hand and told her to let go.

Song Qingzhu looked at Jiang Jingzhi with tears in his eyes, and let go. Seeing Rong Junchu getting further and further away from her, she cried loudly.

"Brother, Jun Chu will be fine, right? He will be fine, right?"

Song Qingzhu knelt on the ground and hoarsely shouted at Jiang Jingzhi.

"Don't worry, Jun Chu Ji has his own appearance, so he will be fine." Jiang Jingzhi helped her up, and comforted her, "Don't worry, Jun Chu is definitely fine, definitely fine."

Song Qingzhu was almost pulled away by Jiang Jingzhi. She looked dull and felt her palms were sticky. When she looked down, her palms were wet and scarlet.

This is Jun Chu's blood.

At this time, the police surrounded Qin Su with their guns raised, and the captain of the criminal police carefully picked up the gun left on the ground and put it in the evidence bag.

Seeing Qin Su lying on the ground, sleeping in a pool of blood, confirming that he was dead, the captain of the criminal police raised his hand to signal the others to put away their guns.

The medical staff began to carry Qin Su onto the stretcher.

Song Qingzhu stared blankly at Qin Su on the stretcher leaving, her eyes widened, and she wanted to rush over, but the piercing pain in her wrist made her restless and unbearable.

There was a dull pain in her chest, and she subconsciously covered her chest, cold sweat began to break out on her forehead.

Jiang Jingzhi saw her strangeness and hurriedly picked her up.

"Qing Zhu, what's wrong with you? Where does it hurt?"

Song Qingzhu fell into Jiang Jingzhi's arms, bumping, his arms hanging weakly in the air, shaking with the movement.

"Qingzhu, Qingzhu, don't sleep, wake up."

Jiang Jingzhi shouted anxiously, when he saw the wound on her wrist, his heart ached instantly.

When the ambulance was about to leave, he rushed up, "Doctor, doctor, look at what happened to my sister, why did she suddenly faint?"

"It's probably stimulated, just rest for a while." The doctor said after taking a look at Song Qingzhu.

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where is thisIs it heaven?

She looked around, feeling an unprecedented tranquility in body and mind.

The surrounding area was completely white, nothing could be seen, and the ground was soft, as if stepping on cotton candy.

Why is she here?where is this
Song Qingzhu looked forward in confusion, looking around while walking, but the front was like a bottomless pit with no end at all.

"Brother?" Song Qingzhu called out cautiously, "Jun Chu? Where are you?"

No one answered her.

Song Qingzhu walked for a long time, his legs were sore.

She sat on the ground decadently, unexpectedly comfortable.

Suddenly, the roaring sound frightened Song Qingzhu, she subconsciously stood up and ran towards the front, looking back from time to time, but there was no one behind, only the roaring sound, she gradually stopped and walked back hesitantly.

The next second, a black gun was pointed at her forehead, Qin Su's sinister smile appeared in front of her, and she said sullenly: "Song Qingzhu, go to hell with your mother!"

"boom!"

Song Qingzhu suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long time.

Clenching her fists, her nerves tense.

Where is this again?

She looked down at her appearance vigilantly, wearing a blue and white hospital gown and a thin quilt.

Her mind froze, and she recalled in a daze how she appeared here.

Suddenly, the pool of blood appeared in her mind, her breathing quickened, she lifted the quilt, came to the door of the ward with messy steps, and opened the door.

Just happened to meet Jiang Jingzhi.

"What are you going to do?" Jiang Jingzhi grabbed her arm without hesitation and pulled her back.

"Where is Jun Chu! How is Jun Chu? Where is he? I want to see him."

Song Qingzhu said incoherently, struggling to break free while talking, Jiang Jingzhi knew that she was going to ask this, and said helplessly: "Don't worry, Junchu is fine, the bullet has been taken out, and now he is resting. When you are fully recovered, I will I'll take you to see him again."

Hearing this, Song Qingzhu turned to look at him.

"Is what you said true?"

"Why am I lying to you?" Jiang Jingzhi pulled her back and told her to lie down on the bed, and said, "Are you hungry? Try this wonton, I bought it downstairs."

Song Qingzhu has no appetite at all now, she pushed away the things he handed over, frowned, all she was thinking about was Rong Junchu.

"Do you want to see Jun Chu?" Jiang Jingzhi said with a straight face, "Eat quickly, I will take you to see Jun Chu after eating."

"Really?"

"Yes." Jiang Jingzhi handed her the chopsticks, "Hurry up and eat."

Song Qingzhu took the chopsticks and ate with big gulps. Seeing that she was eating in a hurry, Jiang Jingzhi quickly took the mineral water next to her, "What's the hurry, no one is robbing you, drink some water."

Song Qingzhu's mouth was stuffed, and when he heard what he said, he took the water and started to drink, looking at him, chewing, with a worried look on his face that seemed to overflow.

Within a few minutes, Song Qingzhu had finished eating.

She put the empty bowl in front of him, "After eating, take me to see Junchu."

Seeing her so eager, Jiang Jingzhi couldn't help feeling sour.

Hmph, the most important man in his sister's heart is no longer him.

"Okay, okay, I know what you're thinking." Jiang Jingzhi brought her a coat, "Put it on, let's go, let's go see Junchu."

Song Qingzhu is just like a well-behaved baby now, she will listen to what others say, as long as she can let her see Junchu.

On the way, Song Qingzhu asked repeatedly: "Are you really sure that nothing happened at the beginning of Jun?"

"Grandma, I'm really sure." Jiang Jingzhi took her hand and walked in the corridor of the hospital, chattering endlessly, "You should have a good rest yourself, don't think about it, do you hear me?"

Song Qingzhu responded perfunctorily, not hearing what he said at all.

Soon he arrived at the door of the ward where Rong Junchu was.

Song Qingzhu leaned against the window, looking at Rong Junchu in the ward.

He was lying on the bed with a pale face, quiet and serene.

The electric fan on the ceiling was whistling and whirring, while he lay quietly, as if lifeless.

Song Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, and quickly came to Rong Junchu, staring at his face carefully, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, his lips were pale, and his eyelashes were thick, hiding a layer of haze.

The back of her hand rested on his forehead, it was cold.