Fatal temptation

Of course Jiang Yiran didn't wake up, his face was very pale, most of his face was covered by the oxygen mask, he looked extremely weak.

He seemed to be sleeping very restlessly, his brows were tightly wrinkled into a "Chuan" shape, and the hands placed aside unconsciously curled up, as if this could protect something.

Cheng Simu felt very distressed.

"What did you do to him?"

"What, what?"

"What did you do to him?!"

"..."

It is said that the second young master of the Cheng family does not lose his temper easily, and once he loses his temper, it will be "a million corpses".

Of course, this is an exaggeration.But the doctors and nurses present at the moment really felt the fear in their hearts.

After a long time, an intern doctor said tremblingly, "The patient suddenly convulsed during the rescue process. We, we had to give him electric shock..."

There is no need to say anything about electricity, Cheng Simu has already fully understood.He couldn't imagine what it would be like if Jiang Yiran, like those mentally ill patients, received electric shocks every day and struggled painfully under the shackles of the equipment?

As long as he thinks about it, his heart will be pierced with pain.

……

Jiang Yiran had a distant and dark dream.

In his dream, he returned to the hut where he lived before the age of 13. There was only a small area of ​​more than ten square meters, and there was no light in the four seasons. A bed, a table, and three chairs constituted all the furniture in this space.

This is a dirty and messy slum on the outskirts of Changjing, where thieves have always disdain to patronize.

But it is such a place, where the mother lives, and the self when he was a teenager.

"Yi Ran, is mom beautiful today?"

Mother was wearing a bright red cheongsam, sitting on a chair covered with oil, facing the only mirror, and painted her mouth red.While painting, I took the time to ask my son.

"Mom, don't bother, Dad won't come today."

The 13-year-old Xiao Jiang Yiran is quite different from the present one, with an impatient and gloomy look on his face.

Is this yourself?Myself at that time.

Now Jiang Yiran is watching all this happening in the house with cold eyes as a bystander.

The woman was really angry when she heard this sentence, she stood up abruptly and slapped the boy, "Why are you so ignorant? With your appearance, how could your father take you back! Do you know that, How long has Mom waited for this day?!"

The boy sat on the chair without saying a word, allowing the woman to push and scold him.His lips were tightly pressed together, and there was a stubborn look in his eyes.

Heart-piercing sounds continued to come from this crumbling hut...

I don't know how long it took, but the woman was finally tired from the beating. Her whole body softened and she collapsed on the ground, hugging her son tightly, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Mom didn't do it on purpose... Mom loves you too much Yes! Son... son... you forgive mother..."

After a while, he said again: "Why don't you die? Jiang Shiren, why don't you die?! My life has been ruined by you! Go die!"

"Ah! Mom...Mom..."

Jiang Yiran suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the woman tightly strangled the boy's neck with both hands, her eyes wide open, her face ferocious.

The young man squeezed the iron-like hands with his hands in vain, his mouth was open, his eyes turned white, and he was almost out of breath.

"Mom...Mom...I...I'm not..."

"Jiang Shiren! Go to hell!"

"what!!!--"

The dream came to an abrupt end, and at the same time, the instruments in the VIP ward scrambled to ring.

"Wake up! Wake up! Young Master Jiang is awake!"