818 The president next door and his cat

Qin Zhishu had never seen Su Jingyue like this. He and Su Jingyue had played together since childhood, and Su Jingyue had always looked indifferent.

When receiving Lu Mo's call, Qin Zhishu watched Su Jingyue rush out of the conference room, throwing the mobile phone that was talking to Lu Mo on the table.

The matter is serious, and Qin Zhishu knows it too.

So when he saw Su Jingyue sitting on a bench in the hospital corridor, staring straight at the red light in the operating room, he was not surprised at all.

This is the way this world is, one thing subdues another thing. Su Jingyue just never met someone who can subdue him before, just like him, if he hadn't met Ye Nanzhi, he probably wouldn't understand what is in this life. Love, what is care.

Thinking of footsteps from far to near in the empty corridor, Qin Zhishu stopped next to Su Jingyue, leaned his back against the wall of the corridor, and lowered his head to light a cigarette for himself.

"Jing Yue, you have to change your clothes." Qin Zhishu bit the cigarette in his mouth, and looked sideways at Su Jingyue. There was a large piece of dried blood on his white shirt, which spread across his entire chest, which was shocking.

Su Jingyue crossed his fingers on his lips, lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking, Qin Zhishu had spoken for a long time, but he didn't get a response.

"Jing Yue." Qin Zhishu called out several times before Su Jingyue looked sideways.

"You can't do this anymore." Qin Zhishu flicked the cigarette ash, put the cigarette to his mouth and took another puff, "Wen Qibai just lost too much blood, nothing will happen."

It was clearly midsummer, but Su Jingyue only felt cold all over his body, and the blood all over his body was crazily screaming at another person.

I want to hug to keep warm, I want to be close to each other, I want to rub my ears together, I want to do extremely intimate things.

The long wait was unbearable for him.

The door of the operating room was opened, but the red light did not go down.

Wearing a mask, the doctor stepped on high heels, walked briskly, and slapped Su Jingyue on the head, "Stinky boy, you have caused me such a big trouble by ignoring you for a few days."

Su Jingyue grabbed the corner of the white coat as if catching a life-saving straw, and when he looked up, his eyes were red, "Mom, how is Xiaobai, he will be fine."

"At that time, someone should have given him simple measures to stop the bleeding, otherwise it would be a problem whether he would survive to be sent to the hospital." Lu Caiwen took off his mask, and then rubbed Su Jingyue's head comfortingly, "But he has been rescued. , nothing will happen."

Qin Zhishu quickly put out the cigarette in his hand, holding the cigarette butt behind his back, not even daring to breathe.

"Oh (road) oh (a) oh (aunt) oh (good)" Qin Zhishu said, the smoke he just inhaled was about to come out, so he could only hum a few times as a greeting.

Lu Caiwen smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and walked over, pinched Qin Zhishu's cheek with two slender fingers, and pinched.

Qin Zhishu couldn't hold back anymore.

"Don't worry, I'll tell your mother about this when I see her next time." Lu Caiwen said lightly after letting go, "Also, Jing Yue, go change clothes, he's probably about to wake up."

Su Jingyue had never been so panicked in his life. He buttoned his shirt with trembling fingers and looked at the glaring blood on the shirt.

Even after many years, when Su Jingyue recalled the scene he saw in the ruins, he was still terrified.

The sky and the fields were glaringly red, the ground was stained red with blood, the wound on Wen Qibai's back was deep into the bones, and the gurgling blood stained the whole clothes, and then soaked in Su Jingyue's shirt.

Holding Wen Qibai in his arms, he felt some liquid wet his shoulders.

Wen Qibai's face was pale, and he didn't know when he woke up. He gently rubbed his bloodless cheek against his neck, and said, "Su Jingyue, I'm sorry."

Su Jingyue's eyes turned red in an instant, and he raised his hand to rub Wen Qibai's soft hair, but the phrase "it's okay" stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it no matter what.

He was very glad that he didn't say it out, maybe after he really said it out, Wen Qibai wouldn't worry about it anymore, maybe he wouldn't be able to wake up again.

The door of the ward was ajar, and it was quiet inside.

When Su Jingyue pushed the door and went in, Wen Qibai was already awake, leaning on the edge of the bed with his arms, sitting on the edge of the bed, only raised his eyes to look over when he heard some movement.

Those blue pupils seemed to be the same as when they first met, sly and wild, like a pool of fine water, more like peerless emeralds, with endless smiles in the emerald green.

"You're here."