The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail

After Xie Xuan suffered a sudden and terrible accident, he was rushed to the hospital.

The lights in the emergency room remained on all night as doctors raced against time to fight death, trying to pull him back from the brink of life and death.

Outside the operating room, Xie Xuan'an's younger brother Xie Ran paced back and forth anxiously like an ant on hot pan.

Those heartwarming scenes of playing and laughing in the snow with his brother, sharing delicious ice cream, and overcoming difficulties together kept playing in his mind like a movie.

At this moment, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand, so heavy that he could hardly breathe. Every second of waiting was like torture tormenting him.

His roommate Su Yi sat in a chair beside him in a daze, his eyes blank, the scene of Xie Xuan'an, covered in blood, forced to wear a tattered wedding dress and falling into his arms, replaying in his mind.

Self-blame was like surging waves, hitting his heart again and again. He regretted that he was too weak and could not charge into the battle with Xie Xuan'an to fight against the terrible disaster together.

Finally, the door of the operating room slowly opened, and the doctor walked out with a solemn look on his face. Xie Ran and Su Yi rushed forward like an arrow from a bow, their eyes full of anxiety and uneasiness.

The doctor took a deep breath and said slowly: "His condition is extremely critical. The short but bottomless wound on his chest required nearly 20 stitches; the wound on his stomach was exactly the same and also required 20 stitches; the wounds on both sides of his waist were densely stitched with 20 stitches each.

His arms were horrifically injured. Each of the three long and deep cuts on his right arm took 20 stitches to close, and the long wound on his left arm also required 20 stitches.

The condition of his thighs was even more horrific. There were two deep wounds on his left thigh, each of which required 20 stitches; the wound on his right thigh also required 20 stitches.

The relatively shallow and small wound on the left calf required 10 stitches, and the long and deep wound on the right calf required 20 stitches.

There were two more horrifying deep cuts on the back, each of which also required 20 stitches. Roughly speaking, the total number of stitches was about 370.

Although his vital signs are temporarily stable at present, his subsequent road to recovery will surely be full of hardships and difficulties.

Due to the severity of the injuries and the complexity of the wounds, there is a high probability that many sequelae will be left, such as the formation of eye-catching scars at the wound site, which seriously affects the appearance;

Some injuries may have damaged nerves, resulting in limited limb movement or abnormal sensations; physical function may be greatly reduced after the injury, and you may feel tired and weak easily. "

Hearing what the doctor said, Xie Ran's tears burst out like a flood. He could not accept that his brother had suffered such a cruel torture.

Su Yize covered her face with her hands, her body trembling with extreme pain and self-blame, tears flowing freely through her fingers.

Xie Xuan'an was lying on the bed in the intensive care unit (ICU). His whole body seemed to be tightly bound by white bandages, with only his pale, bloodless face exposed.

His eyes were closed and his breathing was weak and intermittent, as if every breath was a difficult battle.

The ICU was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of tension and oppression. The beeping sounds of various instruments came one after another, like a countdown to death, constantly monitoring every subtle change in his life.

The clean white walls looked exceptionally cold under the light, the cold instruments emitted a ruthless metallic luster, and the strong, pungent smell of disinfectant gave people an inescapable sense of heaviness.

Xie Ran and Su Yi sat on the edge of the bed, their eyes were red and swollen like ripe peaches, and their faces were haggard as if they had gone through a thousand years of wind and frost.

Xie Ran held his brother's hand tightly, as if he could pass all his strength and courage to him. Su Yize stared at Xie Xuan'an, his eyes full of deep guilt and endless worry.

"Brother, you must get better soon." Xie Ran's voice trembled like a fallen leaf in the wind, and his tears kept dripping on the snow-white sheets, instantly blooming into sad flowers.

Su Yi also burst into tears and said in a hoarse voice: "Xuan, it's all my fault. I should have protected you."

They just stayed quietly beside Xie Xuan'an, their hearts full of expectation, hoping that he could overcome this cruel pain as soon as possible and open his bright and determined eyes again.

Finally, one morning when the sun quietly slipped into the ward through the gap in the curtains, Xie Xuan slowly opened his eyes. At first, his vision was blurry, and the pungent smell of disinfectant still filled the air.

He turned his head with difficulty. On the left was his brother Xie Ran's face full of surprise and worry, and on the right was his roommate Su Yi's eyes full of self-blame and concern. A warm current instantly surged in his heart.

He moved his gaze to the right and saw Ikari sitting there peeling an apple for him with an expressionless face, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.

Xie Xuan'an's body tensed up involuntarily. The slight movement pulled the wound, causing a sharp pain.

"Yi Shou, what are you doing here?" Xie Xuan'an endured the pain, his voice full of vigilance and alertness.

Yi Shou snorted coldly and said in a cold tone: "Of course I came to care about you."

Xie Xuanan sneered in his heart. Concern? He wouldn't believe a word of this nonsense.

At this time, the doctor walked in with a brisk pace, carefully performed a comprehensive examination on Xie Xuan'an, and said with a smile: "The recovery is better than expected, but you still need to rest and recuperate."

After the doctor left, the atmosphere in the ward became a little subtle. Xie Xuan'an didn't want to face Yi Shou, so he said to Xie Ran and Su Yi: "I feel a little tired and want to sleep for a while."

Xie Ran and Su Yi understood what he meant, and turned to Yi Shou and said, "Yi Shou, let's go out first and let Xu An have a good rest."

Ikari remained silent, stood up, gently placed the peeled apple on the bedside table, and left the ward without looking back.

In the following days, Yi Shou still appeared in the ward from time to time, and each time he had that unpredictable gloomy expression, which made Xie Xuan'an feel more and more uneasy.

One day, Xie Xuan'an and Yi Shou happened to be the only ones in the ward. Yi Shou suddenly broke the silence and said, "Xie Xuan'an, how does it feel to kill someone?"

Xie Xuan'an's heart suddenly tightened, his brows furrowed, and he asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Yi Shou approached him, lowered his voice, and said in a sinister tone: "Your IQ is indeed amazing. In such a chaotic and bloody scene, you were able to cleverly avoid the vital points and let the person survive."

Xie Xuanan frowned and raised his voice and said, "What do you want to say?"

Yi Shou sneered sinisterly, with a weird look in his eyes: "Is it fun to always pretend to be stupid? But I just feel sorry for you." After saying that, he walked away.

Xie Xuan'an felt cold all over. What on earth was Yi Shou up to?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that things were far from as simple as they seemed, and his uneasiness grew stronger.

A very bad guess gradually came to his mind.