After the divorce, he regretted his ex-husband too much

"Don't cry, take her to the hospital!" Song Zhiyuan pushed Xu Xueman away forcefully, and was about to hug Song Wanqing.

"The doctor is here, the doctor is here!" The servant Li Ma shouted nervously.

Song Wanrou turned her head and saw Wen Shimo walking in with a few doctors in a hospital suit.

As soon as Wen Shimo walked into the bedroom, his pupils constricted sharply at the scene in front of him, his heart seemed to be stabbed back and forth with a sharp barbed hook, the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

"Treat her quickly." Wen Shimo ordered the doctor behind him, his footsteps were like lead, unable to take a step forward.

The doctor hurried in to conduct emergency checks on Song Wanqing.

Looking at Song Wanqing who was placed on the carpet by the doctor, her face was pale without a trace of blood, as if all the blood had been drained from her body, Wen Shimo's dark eyes slowly turned red.

He regrets it.

Regret my indecision.

I regret that I didn't give Song Wanqing a definite answer.

I regret not marrying Song Wanqing sooner and giving her a stable home.

She hated herself even more for struggling for other women, causing Song Wanqing to commit suicide and die tragically.

He would fulfill his promise to marry her as soon as she recovered.

With her around every day, how could she be forced into such a situation?

"I'm sorry, the patient has lost too much blood and has lost his vital signs." The doctor lowered his head, not daring to look at Wen Shimo who was frighteningly cold around him, and said in a trembling voice.

"Doctor, if you save her again, she won't die, she won't die!" Wen Shimo grabbed the doctor's collar and roared with red eyes.

"Mr. Wen, please calm down. The patient's arteries are all cut off, and the blood on his body is almost drained. Even a genius doctor can't recover." The doctor looked at Wen Shimo in horror and said.

The word genius doctor exploded in Wen Shimo's mind, he quickly let go of the doctor, picked up Song Wanqing and walked out.

"Shimo, where are you taking Wanqing?" Xu Xueman's legs were weak, and he trotted behind Wen Shimo while leaning on the wall.

"Ask Qiao Ran to save her!"

"Boss Wen, I'm here to hug Miss Song, your injuries are still not healed!" Zhou Yu stretched out his hand as he spoke, but Wen Shimo pushed him away with his elbow.

Along the way, Wen Shimo drove the car like flying, and drove to the gate of the police station.

Qiao Ran, who was sleeping, quickly opened his eyes when he heard the sound of the door opening.

Sitting up, he saw the prison guard pushing open the door. Behind him was Wen Shimo, whose whole body was covered with coldness, hugging Song Wanqing, who was covered in blood.

"Save her!" Wen Shimo walked in and ordered.

"It can't be saved, she's already dead!" Qiao Ran's voice trembled with great control.

Qiao Ran, who was used to seeing too many dead people, knew Song Wanqing was dead the first time she saw her.

Qiao Ran never imagined that she just slept in the detention center for a while, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Song Wanqing who was utterly dead.

Song Wanqing, who was protected by Wen Shimo, died like this!

Qiao Ran couldn't hide the disappointment in his heart.

They haven't really fought each other yet!

"She's not dead, you save her quickly, if you can't save her, you bury her with her." Wen Shimo's voice was as terrifying as the demon Satan who was demanding for his life, and his eyes were so sinister that he wanted to devour people.

"Wen Shimo, I know your beloved woman died, you are very sad, but please stay calm, I have been locked up in the detention center, Song Wanqing's death has nothing to do with me, don't take your anger out on me , I have no obligation to get used to your bad temper!" Qiao Ran also looked at Wen Shimo with cold eyes.

"I ordered you to save her, did you hear that? Or do you not want your brother's life?"

Looking at the veins on Wen Shimo's forehead that protruded and seemed to explode at any time, Qiao Ran knew that Wen Shimo was on the verge of collapse.

If she confronted him head-on again, lost her beloved, and he was furious and heartbroken, she would really attack Qiao Chen.

"Put her on the bed, I'll try!"

Wen Shimo put Song Wanqing on the bed.

Qiao Ran opened the bandaged wound on Song Wanqing's wrist and asked, "How did she get hurt? When did she get hurt? When did you find out she was hurt?"

Wen Shimo looked at Qiao Ran's face coldly and piercingly, and gritted his teeth: "She was exposed by your live broadcast to prove her innocence. She also broadcast live and committed suicide in front of hundreds of millions of netizens. She died to show her injury. You were the one who hurt her."

Until now, Wen Shimo refused to say a word of death.

He did not admit that Song Wanqing was dead.

Qiao Ran fully opened the bandage, and saw a shocking wound on Song Wanqing's pale wrist.

The wound was deep, and it could be clearly seen that the artery had been completely cut.

Such a large wound can cause a person to bleed to death in a few minutes, and the gods are powerless to recover.

But she still rescued Song Wanqing earnestly, without missing any necessary steps.

Half an hour later, Qiao Ran said in a calm voice: "The patient has passed away due to massive blood loss. Please mourn the deceased's family and prepare for the funeral."

Wen Shimo took a few steps back as if his muscles had been ripped off, and Zhou Yu behind him quickly reached out to support him.

After a brief moment of sluggishness, Wen Shimo's sharp eyes stabbed at Qiao Ran.

"You forced Wan Qing to death, I want you to be buried with her." Wen Shimo said as he punched Qiao Ran fatally at the temple.

Qiao Ran's eyes turned cold, and he quickly dodged back.

Wen Shimo was so powerful in his rage, Qiao Ran dodged his punch, but he quickly kicked him heavily in the abdomen.

Enduring the pain in his viscera as if being crushed, Qiao Ran quickly fought back.

It's just that Wen Shimo's ribs have not fully recovered, and she can't stand her punches at all. Qiao Ran mainly focuses on attacking.

She left room for Wen Shimo, but Wen Shimo didn't give her a way out.

Fist and kick landed on Qiao Ran several times in a row, Qiao Ran was beaten to the ground and vomited blood.

Seeing Wen Shimo kick her on the head with a deadly kick, Qiao Ran quickly waved his hand towards Wen Shimo's face.

Wen Shimo only smelled a good smell, and in the next second, he knelt on the ground abruptly, trying to stand up, but his body felt as if he had been acupunctured, and he couldn't move.

"What did you do to me? Let me go."

Qiao Ran stood up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked down at Wen Shimo.

"You hit me so many times, asking you to kneel down and make amends, isn't that what you should do?"

"You forced Wan Qing to death, and letting you be buried with Wan Qing is what I should do." Wen Shimo said coldly, trying to struggle to stand up.

"Don't waste your energy, you won't be able to practice martial arts without six hours." Qiao Ran looked at Wen Shimo coldly: "Although my martial arts are not as good as yours, there are many ways to defeat a person in this world, isn't it There is only force.

Wen Shimo, I miss you losing the one you love. This time you hurt me, so I don't care about you. Next time, if you dare to kill me, don't blame me for killing you. "

Standing in front of Wen Shimo, Qiao Ran exuded the aura of a queen looking down on the world, making people want to surrender under her skirt for no reason.

"Give me the antidote, otherwise, I will have your brother killed right now!" Wen Shimo said in a murderous voice.

"Wen Shimo, this is the police station. As long as you dare to carry it out, I will keep you out of here." Qiao Ran looked at Wen Shimo confidently, without any fear of being threatened before.

At this time, a pleasant music sounded, and Zhou Yu's cell phone rang.

After answering the phone, Zhou Yu glanced at Qiao Ran with complicated eyes, and said softly to Wen Shimo: "People were rescued, and all of us were seriously injured."

Wen Shimo looked at Qiao Ran dangerously.

"So you have been stalling for time just now, so that someone can save your brother?"

"Otherwise?" Qiao Ran smiled lightly, as if he was an omnipotent god.

Wen Shimo clenched his hands into fists, his teeth were grinding with hatred, but he could only kneel in front of Qiao Ran in a posture that made him feel ashamed and humiliated.