Cannon Fodder: Forced Counterattack

"Father, don't keep talking! I'm dying of anxiety." Jing Wenhe glared at Jing Xiang, what kind of evil is this Ao Ran, his son insisted on marrying him, and his daughter cared for him very much.

Sighing, Jing Wenhe stood up and finally said, "Let's prepare for the funeral."

I'm afraid this happy event is going to be a waste of time.

As soon as these words came out, the three of them raised their heads in unison, all with expressions of disbelief.

Jing Xiang tugged at the corner of her mouth and was speechless for a while, before her voice trembled for a long time, "Father, you are lying, how could it be?"

Jing Wenhe's expression was not very good either. Although he was used to watching life and death, which doctor didn't have any compassion, "The internal organs are all broken, the pulse has stopped, and the person is gone. You have been studying medicine for so long? Can’t you diagnose it?” It’s just self-deception and unwillingness to believe it.

The last sentence was not uttered, but the meaning was already very clear.

Jing Xiang was already crying before he finished speaking, sobbing softly at first, and then started crying loudly, she did not believe it because she saw it.

Jing Fan stood still and did not speak since he entered the room. His eyes were bloodshot and red, and his face and body were covered with blood. It was impossible to distinguish which belonged to him and which belonged to Ao Ran. When He said that, he also looked dumbfounded, wondering what he was thinking.

Yan Fengge obviously couldn't come back to his senses, when he obviously left, his junior brother was still on the bed, although he was unconscious, but he was alive anyway, why did he look like this just after he came back.

What are you preparing for the funeral?Someone was gone, he couldn't believe it!

As the atmosphere froze, Jing Zi's voice suddenly came, "Uncle Jing Pu, hurry up! Human life is at stake! Please!"

"Don't rush! It's fast enough!" The two hurriedly walked, obviously Jing Pu also came at the fastest speed.

As soon as the two of them entered the room, they felt the suffocating atmosphere. Jing Xiang was crying uncontrollably, and Jing Zi was standing at the door, suddenly hesitating a little, and wanted to speak, but didn't know how to do so.

Jing Pu sighed, he had a good impression of Ao Ran, knowing that the kid was seriously injured, he hurried over without saying a word, but seeing the helpless expression of the Patriarch, his heart skipped a beat, he was afraid There's nothing wrong with that.

Jing Zi's lips trembled, but he still stammered, "Uncle Jing Pu..."

Jing Pu didn't talk nonsense, he stepped forward a few steps, but only seeing the person on the bed, his heart was a little cold, there was no trace of life on his face, his face was as pale as paper, lifeless, sitting on the edge of the bed, He stretched out his hand to feel Ao Ran's pulse. Compared with Jing Wenhe, he withdrew his hand only for a moment, but his expression was uglier than Jing Wenhe's. Under the eyes of all the people, he still said slowly, "It's impossible to return to heaven. Let's be sad."

He has taught this young man for quite a while, and he has more or less recognized him as his disciple in his heart, seeing him gone now, how can he not feel sour.

Both of them gave such a result, and it was hard for everyone not to believe it, let alone Jing Xiang, even Jing Zi was crying so hard.

Yan Fengge couldn't come back to his senses all the time, stepped forward and grabbed Ao Ran's hand, which was already cold, he held it in his hand to warm it up, choked up, and called over and over again, Junior Brother, the person on the bed But motionless.

The eyes of the three adults couldn't help but wet, no matter what the relationship between Jing Fan and Ao Ran was, the true feelings between the young people also affected them, and for a while they felt a little bit bitter in their hearts.

Jing Fan stood for a long time, then suddenly moved, step by step, slowly walked to the bed, pushed Yan Fengge away, supported Ao Ran's back with one hand, passed through his knees with the other, and carefully pushed Yan Fengge away. People hold up.

His expression was normal, but it made people feel that there was an indescribable abnormality. He hugged Ao Ran and walked away as if no one was watching. Everyone didn't react for a while, and Jing Xiang couldn't help shaking until he walked to the door. He asked in a low voice, "Brother...Brother, where are you going?"

Jing Fan didn't reply, but Jing Wenhe's heart tightened. His son was completely different from the one who knelt down and begged him just now. It was abnormal to be calm. He hurriedly said, "Where are you taking him? It's so hot, don't you?" Disposal of corpses will rot."

The word "corpse" made several people choke again. They couldn't believe it, and couldn't accept it. Jing Fan turned his head and looked a little cold, saying every word, "He's not a corpse, he's just asleep."

Jing Zi also cried uncontrollably, "Fan...Brother Fan..."

Jing Fan glanced at them and smiled, "It's too late, it's time to rest, and we have to get up early tomorrow."

That smile was so bitter and astringent that no one who saw it could laugh, but it hurt even more. How could Yan Fengge let him take his junior brother away like this, and wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Jing Xiang, little girl Crying until his eyes are swollen, "Yan...Brother Yan, just this time, just this time, please, don't stop him, my brother...he just can't accept it, he will go crazy... woo woo Woo..."

Yan Fengge's feet seemed to have taken root on the ground, and he couldn't take a step. He knew in his heart that Jing Fan had different emotions towards his junior, but he still couldn't believe it.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night.

"Go and prepare hot water." Jing Fan's voice was hoarse, but he didn't seem to notice it, and there was no expression on his face, only when he looked at Ao Ran, he would be softer.

Wei Yue hesitated to speak, but finally carried out the order obediently.

Jing Fan carefully undressed Ao Ran before he carried him into the pool, and he went in with him. The steaming water made Ao Ran's brows and eyes blur. Jing Fan's heart tightened, and he hugged him tightly. The feeling made him a little more at ease, "Don't go, don't disappear, I'm so scared."

There was no response, Jing Fan's eyes wet unconsciously, and he choked up and said, "I know you just fell asleep and you will wake up tomorrow. It's so late, it's time to rest."

"There's so much blood, my body is dirty, I'll wash it for you," Jing Fan wiped his eyes, and wiped off the inexplicably gushing liquid, "I'm also covered in blood, and I'm also dirty. I won't let you wash it for me, you will wash it for me next time when you wake up, if you don't speak, I will take it as your consent."

The slender fingers cleaned Ao Ran's hair. The contrast between black and white made people unable to take their eyes off. Jing Fan hugged him tighter and said, "Is the water too cold? Your body is cold, but after washing Pretty much the same."

As he said, he carried Ao Ran out of the pool again, took a towel, dried the water on his body bit by bit, changed into clean clothes, and patiently wiped his hair until it was dry. Looking at Ao Ran with a smile, she couldn't help kissing him, "I won't bother you now, let's go to rest, I didn't want to meet tonight, but I don't worry about you being alone, so let's live together. "

He didn't sleep in the wedding room, but carried Ao Ran to the next door.