Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Song Le lost his mind and screamed.

A large truck rushed straight from the intersection——

Shi Zhuo frowned, it was useless to step on the sudden brake, the truck was obviously heading straight towards them!

In the blink of an eye, Shi Zhuo gritted his teeth, subconsciously pushed the driver's seat forward.

Song Le came back to his senses in an instant, seeing his deep eyes, and when he could only go up to him fiercely, he rushed over and hugged him: "Are you crazy?!"

But Shi Zhuo hugged him back even more forcefully, and a low and struggling voice sounded in his ears: "Sister, be good."

"boom--!"

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Song Le wandered outside the emergency room with a pale face, his hands and feet were cold.

She suffered only minor scratches, a minor concussion, and minor fractures.

Shi Zhuo, who was seriously injured and covered in blood, is being rescued now.

How did that happen.

Song Le caressed her hands helplessly, it was cold and pale, the tip of her nose seemed to be blocked with a wet sponge, and it was extremely difficult to breathe.

After wandering anxiously outside the door for an unknown amount of time, Song Le finally saw the red light on the emergency room go off.

The tense nerves all over his body were instantly let go, but the next moment, they tensed up even more fiercely.

"Doctor, how is he?" Song Le frowned and trembled as he rushed to meet the doctor who came out of the door.

My heart almost reached my throat.

"It's hard to say, let's see if I can survive tonight." The doctor took off his mask, looked back at her with a solemn expression.

Song Le lost his voice for a moment, and clenched his hands unconsciously.

It was all her, why did she have to wake up at that time? !

Waiting in confusion until Shi Zhuo was transferred to the ICU, Song Le pursed her lips, her eyes filled with difficulty, and her gaze fell through the glass on Shi Zhuo who was lying quietly inside.

His face was as pale as paper, scratched, scratched, wrapped in gauze, and hung with an oxygen bottle. The vile boy just lay there quietly, with his long eyelashes motionless.

Song Le just stood outside the window, watching him silently. After a while, he sniffled and his eyes were hot.

It was so quiet for the first time.

senior sister.Sister?Sister!

Senior sister~ I want to learn from my sister.Senior sister.

Senpai, please take care of me!

Senior sister, promise me, you can't leave me.

This guy... is too noisy.

It seems that there is really no way to leave.

Even though he knew it was all vain, but at the critical moment, he was fiercely protected in his arms, listening to the man nervously whispering, "Sister, be good."

Still impressed.

Idiot?

Impressed by this idiot.

Just put the driver's seat up without hesitation!Afraid that death is not thorough enough?

Song Le sniffed, bit the back of his hand in a futile way and cried.

……

This night, Song Le hardly closed his eyes.

Finally, the next morning, good news came - Shi Zhuo was out of danger of illness.

After a few days, he was transferred to the general ward.

Song Le's mood gradually calmed down, but he was more and more eaten to death, and he resignedly peeled an apple for him, and smiled at Shi Zhuo who could only lie on the hospital bed with puffy cheeks.

This little bastard was finally able to live in peace for a few days.

Although the price was a bit high, looking at the gauze wrapped on his forehead, body, and left leg, Song Le fed a piece of apple into his mouth and sighed.

Let's make some noise, it will make her feel uncomfortable.

I don't know, the little bastard threatened the doctor like this when she was away:

"Yes, give me a more serious description of the condition, understand? It's not serious, it's not serious, it's too serious..."

It will scare the senior sister.

"Hospitalized? Stay longer, maybe a few days, it's almost enough."

Otherwise, I can't talk to my senior sister.

Taking advantage of this car accident, Shi Zhuo was working hard on his own calculations, and his lips curled up after all the arrangements were made.