Every world I die young

Mo Yinglan's body trembled slightly, her eyes were red and stubborn, Qin Yihan fell silent, he couldn't figure it out, he was the one who abandoned him ruthlessly three years ago, but now he is the one with the aggrieved face. …ridiculous!

"In that case, brother, don't blame me for being too ruthless. After all, you asked for it."

Not intending to continue entanglement with him, Qin Yihan waved with great interest and ordered his subordinates to take Mo Yinglan back to the main residence of the Qin family.

Two hours later, the car drove into the main gate of the Qin family's main house. Qin Yihan got out of the car first. He leaned against the car door and said lightly: "You guys, take him to the basement."

Several subordinates on the side widened their eyes in astonishment, with disbelief on their faces. One of the subordinates who seemed to have the most seniority was the first to react. He coughed lightly and said, "Understood, you guys, come here."

The others reacted immediately, pulled Mo Yinglan who was being detained in the car out of the car, and walked towards a dark corner.

Being held by several big men, Mo Yinglan, who was in a state of embarrassment, walked slowly past Qin Yihan step by step, Qin Yihan suddenly said: "I'll give you one last chance, brother, you really want to fight against me!" ?"

The tired Mo Yinglan felt his head was groggy. He moved his chapped lips and said numbly, "You let Chu Yun go."

Qin Yihan's face darkened, "I don't know what to do, take it down!"

Mo Yinglan was taken to a dark basement in a daze, and his subordinates didn't know what Qin Yihan was going to do, so they simply handcuffed him to a chair and left.

The entire basement is square, but very narrow. When Mo Yinglan walked in, she felt that the surrounding walls were covered with large and small iron or steel utensils.

As for what those things are for?Anyone can guess.

After the heavy iron door fell, the basement seemed to be cut off from the world, and the surrounding area was very quiet. The quiet Mo Yinglan could hear her own breathing and heartbeat very clearly.

Coupled with the narrow and dark environment, the cold iron chair, the air was filled with a suffocating atmosphere. It took a long while before the heavy iron door opened again.

Mo Yinglan didn't feel relaxed at all, he just felt that his throat was tense, his eyes were fixed on the door for a moment, and his breathing was short of breath.

As soon as Qin Yihan entered the door, the first thing he did was to turn on the light. The snow-white light immediately made the entire basement unobstructed, which can be said to be extremely bad.

Suddenly exposed to strong light, Mo Yinglan closed her eyes reflexively, and a few tears flowed down her face.

Qin Yihan said lightly: "Do you still regret it now?"

Mo Yinglan said very bluntly: "I don't regret it, why should I regret it? I don't regret it even if I die."

"In that case, I hope I can hear you say this again next time."

...

A day later, Qin Yihan seemed to be wrapped in a cloud of cold air. He stared at the bloody man in front of him who was bound by handcuffs and ropes on a chair, and asked mechanically: "Now? You Do you regret it?"

"..." The person on the other side lowered his head and said nothing.

Qin Yihan's eyes moved slightly, and he froze on the spot. After a while, he finally came to his senses, threw away the blood-stained whip in his hand, threw himself in front of Mo Yinglan, and loosened the handcuffs in a messy movement. Open the rope.

Holding him in his arms, he rushed out of the basement. For a whole day and night, Qin Yihan's spirit has been in a state of extreme tension, and he has only been holding on until now.

He walked out of the basement with Mo Yinglan in his arms, and with every step he took, blood stains dripped onto the ground. Before he had walked a few steps out of the basement, Qin Yihan's whole body was almost wet with blood.

He stopped almost in a daze, leaning against the wall and looking down at the unconscious man. No part of his skin was intact, the skin was torn and bloody, and the blood kept gushing out from the wound.

Qin Yihan suddenly felt a wave of panic in his heart, why... the blood couldn't stop...

He didn't do anything cruel, he just wanted to punish this person, how could it be like this?If he is like this...if...

Qin Yihan only felt that his head was in a daze, and he didn't dare to think about it.

Some subordinates rushed over when they heard the movement, and seeing Qin Yihan covered in blood, they were shocked at first, and then found that the blood on Qin Yihan's body was actually Mo Yinglan's. First he was relieved in his heart, and then He lifted it tightly again.

After losing so much blood, if there is no further treatment, I am afraid that even if the Da Luo Immortal comes, he will not be able to save that person.

A small head looked at Qin Yihan who was expressionless and seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and felt his scalp tingling. He boldly said, "Young Master Qin, do you want to save him?"

After being interrupted by him like this, Qin Yihan woke up like a dream, let go of one hand and grabbed the collar of the little head, almost gnashing his teeth: "If...if he dies, you, you all have to go Bury him with him!"

The frightened little head and other subordinates stayed silent and did not dare to move. Qin Yihan paused every word, and the blood-stained words popped out from the depths of his throat one by one, "Save him, go get the mobile operating table, give him Do the surgery, go!"

Everyone rushed away immediately, not daring to delay for a moment, but the operating table was pushed over after a while, Qin Yihan hugged the person on the operating table almost gently, and watched as the operating table was pushed into the operation by the doctor room.

Qin Yihan followed suit. As soon as he walked to the door of the operating room, the red lights came on. Qin Yihan was top-heavy, and felt that the three big characters "in operation" were smudged by the red LED lights, full of blood.

When one of the subordinates passed by, he saw Qin Yihan's blood-stained clothes, and instinctively suggested: "Young Master Qin, why don't you... go wash up first, like this..."

Qin Yihan turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly, the man stammered: "Young Master Qin, I, I'll go first, you, you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he quickly ran away in a hurry.

Qin Yihan sat slumped on the iron chair outside the door, recalling everything that happened recently. He seemed to have overlooked something very important, but no matter how he recalled, he still couldn't grasp the most important point.

After sitting for a whole night, the operation was finally over when the sun rose the next morning. Seeing the door of the operating room being slowly opened and the doctor walking towards him, Qin Yihan was suddenly a little scared. If he came back... what else would he do?

In that case, he will be alone again...

Qin Yihan's voice was sluggish, but he looked at the doctor with his head down in fear, his whole heart was in a state of confusion.

Why didn't the doctor look up at him, did he feel guilty?Could it be...

No, it won't be, he has a sense of proportion, the man is definitely not seriously injured, at most he just lost a lot of blood, how is it possible... how is it possible...

Qin Yihan's eyes were full of hostility, and he stared at the doctor with his head down gloomily.

Since you quack doctors failed to save him, you should apologize to him in hell...

"Young Master Qin, we have tried our best to save him, but..."

Qin Yihan's eyes were still full of fierce light at the moment, and he didn't react for a while, so the doctor continued: "Young Master Qin, it's just that although that one didn't lose much blood at the beginning, the wound has been bad and the blood can't coagulate. We can't find the reason yet, we can only keep giving him blood transfusions to maintain balance during the operation..."

Only then did Qin Yihan realize that he was rescued, his brother was not dead, he was still alive, Qin Yihan suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and ordered: "These are not important, arrange an examination for him as soon as possible."

The doctor found it difficult, so he said: "Young Master Qin, Mr. Lin has just undergone a major operation, and his vitality has been seriously injured. He should recuperate first, and it is not appropriate to arrange for an examination immediately."

"Well, you go first."

After confirming that Mo Yinglan's life was really not in danger, Qin Yihan leaned back on the chair and gasped for breath.

As for the reason for such an oolong, it was because he was so powerful that the doctor didn't dare to look up at him.

If Mo Yinglan found out, she would probably say to him unceremoniously that she deserved it, and she deserved it.

As soon as he relaxed, Qin Yihan felt a deep sense of exhaustion all over his body. He went back to the bedroom to change his bloody clothes, hurriedly rushed to his body and put on a bathrobe. After leaving the bathroom, he fell heavily on the bed. fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took before Qin Yihan finally woke up. As soon as he woke up, he was still a little dazed. What appeared in his mind was a man covered in blood and blood being restrained on a cold iron chair. It dripped to the ground and made a tick-tick sound.

The man's head was drooping, lifeless, his clothes were torn into pieces, and he was struggling to cover his scarred skin.

Qin Yihan's complexion suddenly turned pale, and he was about to rush to the basement. As soon as he took a step, he woke up. He went into the bathroom with a blank face, washed his body, changed into clean clothes, dried his hair, and tidied up. After she was done, she walked towards Mo Yinglan's ward.

In the ward, the man looked extremely pale and was on a ventilator, looking extremely fragile.

Qin Yihan pushed open the door and saw this scene. He sat silently in front of the bed for a long time, without saying a word, and finally left the ward quietly.