My pheromones mutated after divorce

The room was in chaos, and when Song Chiqiu chased after him, he was almost tripped by the blanket on the ground.

"Look at it."

Qi Yue supported him and held his wrist tightly. After a moment, he realized it and then let go.

The scorching temperature of the wrist seemed to leave a mark, Song Chiqiu's heart was in a mess, and before his thoughts could wander, he was attracted by Pei Jun's exclamation.

"Xiao Lian..."

His voice trembled, and he pressed the desk lamp in front of the bed with trembling fingers.

The light came on, and the dark room was instantly illuminated.

"mygod!" The agent who had just entered the door saw this scene, leaning against the door frame in fright, his face turning blue.

The cashmere blanket was stained with a large puddle of viscous blood. The redness made one's heart palpitate, especially the slender wrist beside the bed was dripping with blood.

Tick, tick.

Pei Jun was the first to react, and he rushed to the next room almost without a pause.

He knew the layout of Ming Lian's house the most, and he was familiar with the location of the medicine box. He hurriedly brought bandages and hemostatic medicine, but when he saw Ming Lian's tightly closed eyes, he was still confused.

"Give it to me. You wait here."

Song Chiqiu frowned and took the bandage in his hand to stop Minglian's bleeding.

Pei Jun's hands were shaking so much that he couldn't wrap his bandages around, Song Chiqiu couldn't tell him to do anything, and was just about to ask him to call 120, when he turned around and saw Qi Yue coming from the door.

The man reported his location in detail and hung up the phone.

"The ambulance will be here soon. Bandage the wound first to avoid excessive blood loss."

"Ah."

Song Chiqiu's way of bandaging the wound was fairly professional, he wrapped his wrist quickly, and subconsciously took the handkerchief Qi Yue handed him.

There was so much blood that his hands were stained when he bandaged Ming Lian, and even when he wiped it with a handkerchief, it was sticky and he couldn't clean it off. The strong smell of blood in the room made his head dizzy.

The person on the bed was silent, like a pale puppet, if he could not hear his weak heartbeat when he approached, Song Chiqiu would have thought they were late.

Fortunately, we have arrived.

Pei Jun couldn't imagine what would have happened if they had come a step late.

He didn't dare to go forward to touch him, the thin bones on the bed seemed to break if touched.

"How could this be...Xiao Lian, why didn't you tell me..."

he murmured.

The female agent sobbed softly. She wiped away her tears, lowered her head and answered the message on her mobile phone, and told the assistant as calmly as possible what to prepare next.

Qi Yue half pulled and half dragged Song Chiqiu to the bathroom.

"Wash it up."

Qi Yue saw the blood stains between his fingers and ordered.

There was a rushing sound of water, and the cold water flowed through the fingertips, but it couldn't be washed clean, and there was still a sticky touch on the hands.

"Qi Yue."

Omgea lowered his head, like a general who has lost a battle, his former high-spiritedness has turned into a slump.

His eyes were lost, "How did it become like this? It's messed up, so everything is messed up."

"It has nothing to do with you."

Qi Yue's voice was deep, without any trace of pity, "He couldn't think about it himself, and he couldn't blame other people for doing such a stupid thing."

Song Chiqiu smiled bitterly.

That's right, it wasn't his fault, so why should he feel guilty.

He was not a sentimental person, let alone tolerant to those who hurt him, but he still couldn't let go of his mistakes.

A voice in his mind said, what if, if he had firmly believed in Qi Yue at that time and warned Ming Lian not to go astray?

Even if it's to tear his face apart and scold him badly, at least Qi Yue won't be disappointed in him, and Ming Lian won't be where he is today.

The sound of an ambulance rang downstairs, Song Chiqiu didn't have time to think, and hurried out without wiping his hands.

"Wait." The man's body blocked the door.

"what happened to you……"

Song Chiqiu's voice froze, Qi Yue's cool fingertips touched his cheek, and wherever he went, flames ignited.

"There's still some blood on your face. Now, wipe it off."

Qi Yue stared at his face.

Those jet-black pupils were heavy, hiding countless emotions.

Song Chiqiu was startled, his lips parted slightly, Qi Yue had already turned and left.

First aid outdoors.

The red light was always on, and there were only a few people in the corridor late at night. Song Chiqiu handed a blanket to Pei Jun who was sitting on the bench.

Ming Lian was sent to the operating room, and the situation was not optimistic. Song Chiqiu knew that the operation would not take long just by looking at the depth of the wound.

Ming Lian's family has cut off contact with him, and he is also in another city. When the doctor said that the family members were required to sign before the operation, it was his agent who signed it.

Ming Lian's manager is a woman in her early thirties, surnamed Ye, named Ye Huan. Song Chiqiu has met it a few times, and they call her Sister Ye.

This is the first time Ye Huan encountered such a situation among his artists. He panicked at the beginning, but he has calmed down a lot now.

"Mr. Pei, Mr. Song, and Mr. Qi. You all go to rest. I'll wait here and tell you when I have news."

Ye Huan felt sorry for so many people waiting here. In her opinion, Ming Lian's friends were already interesting enough.

It was nearly four o'clock in the morning, and everyone stayed up all night, especially Pei Jun, the bloodshot eyes in his eyes looked a little scary.

"I'm not sleepy." Pei Jun said, "I'll wait for him here."

"..."

Ye Huan looked at Song Chiqiu.

Song Chiqiu smiled wryly, "What can I do? His condition is unclear, and I can't sleep either."

"Don't look at me, I'm just here to see you off."

Qi Yue said with a cold face, "You don't want to go home, can I carry you back?"

Qi Yue's displeasure was clearly visible on his face, Song Chiqiu knew that he was waiting with him, his heart felt warm, and he started thinking wildly.

It seems that Qi Yue's attitude towards him has eased a lot?

I don't know if this is his illusion, if it is an illusion, he really hopes that this illusion will last longer.

The corridor of the hospital was still a bit cold, Song Chiqiu's nose was reddish, and the cold air penetrated into it everywhere.

He dozed off, and after an unknown amount of time, he heard the sound of chaotic footsteps.

"What's the matter? Doctor."

It was Pei Jun's voice.

Song Chiqiu woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, saw the operating light turned green, and stood up abruptly.

Song Chiqiu heard his own voice asking, "Are you out of danger?"

"The wound was too deep, and the patient lost too much blood and oxygen. The current situation is uncertain."

"What is uncertain?"

Ye Huan hurriedly asked, "How long will it take to wake up?"

On the surgery trolley, Ming Lian's complexion became even worse, paper-like and silent.

The doctor's answer is still uncertain.

After a period of chaos, Ming Lian was transferred to the intensive care unit, where there were nurses to watch over her at all times, while Pei Jun and Ye Huan took the initiative to stay.

Song Chiqiu originally wanted to stay, but when he got up together, his eyes darkened, and he was showing symptoms of hypoglycemia.

Qi Yue couldn't help but tell him to go home and have a good rest first, and put him in the car.