Song Yuzhang

The guards of the Nie family were extremely well-trained, and quickly carried Nie Xueping out. The sound of footsteps passed by his ears hurriedly. Song Yuzhang was in a trance for a while, and there was still the residual buzzing sound after the gunshot in his ears. The sky was spinning, and there was a sharp pain in his shoulder. After a while, he heard a loud cry, and the sound of hurried and panicked footsteps.

"Fifth Lord—"

The servants are here.

Song Yuzhang was helped up, and his gaze went from bottom to top, and finally he clearly saw Song Mingzhao standing on the stairs.

It was a little far away, and he couldn't see the expression on Song Mingzhao's face clearly. He had already been carried out by the panicked servants.

In the car, Song Yuzhang finally realized that his shoulder was bleeding, and the servant hurriedly used his clothes to hold him down on the bleeding spot. Two words came to Song Yuzhang's mind vaguely - "Snow Screen" , he raised his hand to hold his shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice, "Follow the Nie family's car."

The Nie family's car drove very fast, almost on a rampage in the city, and soon arrived at the hospital.

The servant helped Song Yuzhang get out of the car and entered the hospital, shouting loudly for the doctor, but Song Yuzhang ignored him and followed the Nie family members into the hospital.

The doctors quickly came out and surrounded Nie Xueping who was lying on the flat car.

The servant persuaded Song Yuzhang to go and deal with the wound on his shoulder. Song Yuzhang covered his shoulder with one hand, looked at the crowd indifferently, and pressed down hard with the other hand, "Don't make noise!"

The crowd was indeed very silent. Song Yuzhang stared at the cart surrounded by doctors, and there was still a constant buzzing in his ears, and the picture in front of him seemed to be shaking.

It's only three to five minutes, maybe shorter, I don't know, Song Yuzhang only saw the doctors turn their faces away, and shook their heads slightly at everyone with restrained expressions.

Song Yuzhang's legs immediately went limp, and the servants came up to help him, but he blocked it with his hands, and he immediately stood up straight again, passing the guards of Nie's house and striding towards the flat cart.

Nie Xueping closed her eyes, her expression was very peaceful, but her face was very pale, her lips were bloodless, and she looked as if she had fallen asleep.

Song Yuzhang stared at his face, his mind was completely blank, as if washed by sea water.

The guards of the Nie family hurried out again, and the servants of the Song family also came up to persuade Song Yuzhang, "Fifth Master, your shoulder..."

Song Yuzhang reached out to touch Nie Xueping's face.

That face was still warm and soft. He looked back at the doctor and said, "He still has temperature."

The doctor said: "The breathing and heartbeat have stopped, please send condolences to the family."

Song Yuzhang was stunned for a long time, his mind was still blank, he turned his face, and saw that Nie Xueping's handsome pale face was stained with bright red blood.

Song Yuzhang's fingers trembled, and he immediately took away his hand in surprise. He raised his hand, only to realize that the blood on Nie Xueping's face was from himself, and there were winding blood flowing from the fingers on the back of his hand.

"Fifth Master, your shoulder...Doctor, please show us Fifth Master..."

Song Yuzhang was stripped of his suit jacket by the servants like a puppet, and the servants immediately screamed out of fear from the shirt half soaked in blood.

The scream seemed to wake up something. Song Yuzhang suddenly reached out and grabbed Nie Xueping's shoulder. He lowered his head and pressed his ear against Nie Xueping's chest. Nie Xueping's chest was also hot, warm and sticky, and there was still some buzzing in the eardrum. Song Yuzhang couldn't hear the chirping sound clearly, and he couldn't tell whether there was any sound in Nie Xueping's chest.

The people around him seemed to be pulling him, and Song Yuzhang suddenly became very powerful. He held Nie Xueping's shoulder tightly and refused to let go. His ears and even half of his face were soaked with warm blood. He tried his best to concentrate , wanted to listen to Nie Xueping's heartbeat, but there was nothing in his ears except for the buzzing sound after the gunshot.

Song Yuzhang shivered slightly, his body was cold and hot, he held Nie Xueping's shoulder tightly, and finally lost consciousness completely in another round of dizziness.

"what?"

Meng Tingjing stood up directly, "Shooting? Are you sure?"

"It's absolutely true. According to the news from the police station, Song Mingzhao was the one who fired the shots, and Fifth Master and Uncle Nie's family were both sent to the hospital."

Meng Tingjing's eyes darkened for a while, and he raised his hand, but he didn't keep up with the words. He waved his hand twice, and then a voice burst out from his throat, "Drive!"

The Meng family's car arrived at the hospital at a fast speed. The hospital was not chaotic, probably because not many people knew about it. After learning about Song Yuzhang's whereabouts, he rushed to the ward immediately.

There was only one servant of the Song family in the ward, who was standing in front of the bed with a full face of hesitation.

Meng Tingjing strode to the hospital bed. Song Yuzhang's face was pale, his shoulders were bandaged, and his hand was still infused with fluid. Meng Tingjing didn't dare to touch him, and turned to ask the servant how he was doing.

"Fifth Master... Fifth Master hurt, injured his shoulder, and bled a lot. Fortunately, he didn't hurt his bones, and he has been bandaged..."

Only then did Meng Tingjing feel her heartbeat calm down a little, and said, "Where's Nie Xueping?"

The servant showed a crying face, "Master Nie is gone."

"No more?" Meng Tingjing was shocked.

"It's gone, the person sent to the hospital will be gone."

Meng Tingjing calmed down and said sharply, "What happened, please tell me clearly!"

The servant was also cleaning the outside room, and rushed to the hall in a hurry when he heard a gunshot. When he passed, he saw Song Yuzhang lying on the ground with blood all over his body, and Song Mingzhao standing on the steps of the stairs, holding a gun in his hand , Then he came to the hospital, and everyone else went to report, but he stayed here to guard Song Yuzhang.

Meng Tingjing thought for a moment, then made a quick decision, and said to the servant: "Call the doctor over here."

The servant responded and hurried out.

Meng Tingjing turned her face back, her eyes lingered on Song Yuzhang's face again, her heart was still aching from tension, "Bastard, I told you to choose to go with him."

Soon, the doctor came, and Meng Tingjing only confirmed one thing with him. He wanted to take Song Yuzhang away immediately, whether Song Yuzhang's body could bear it.

The doctor was very surprised by this question, but Meng Tingjing's face was terrified, forcing him to answer, "Yes, yes, but he still needs an infusion..."

This was enough, Meng Tingjing simply pulled out the needle tube on the back of Song Yuzhang's hand amidst the exclamation of the doctor and the servant, lifted the quilt and hugged him directly.

Only then did the doctor realize what Meng Tingjing meant by "take it away immediately". He recognized Meng Tingjing's face, so he said, "Boss Meng, what are you doing?"

Meng Tingjing ignored him, but turned to Song's servant and said, "I'll take him away."

"Baby."

"Baby?"

Song Yuzhang vaguely heard someone calling him, he opened his eyes, and the light green ceiling fan above his head was slowly spinning.

"Why are you sweating profusely in sleep?"

The young and immature Little Cherry wiped his sweat, her bright red lips pursed tenderly, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Good baby, the weather is really hot this year, and our baby has lost weight from the heat. Mommy will go out and buy you some ice cream, okay?"

Little Cherry is pretty when she smiles, she has foxy eyes, and she looks very cunning when she smiles, but she just looks smart, but she is actually a silly girl who is struggling to live, living in a muddle-headed way, without shame or understanding of reason , anyway, it's just that the two of you are living together.

Song Yuzhang stared at her blankly, wanted to move his mouth, wanted to speak, but his lips were so tight that he couldn't move.

"Baby," Little Cherry's hand touched his face coolly, and the expression on her face became soft and sad, with traces of blood oozing from her chest, and her face slowly changed into a handsome one. With a straight face, she looked at him tenderly, "Yuzhang, I love you."

His chest seemed to be held down by something. Song Yuzhang couldn't move, breathe, or speak. He was trapped and tightly bound inside by an invisible net.

"Jade chapter? Yuzhang? Song Yuzhang——"

Someone hugged him, and the embrace was extremely strong, with strong heat and urgent calls, and Song Yuzhang woke up in such extreme pain.

Vaguely, he didn't know who was holding him. Amidst the noise, he subconsciously asked, "Snow Screen?" There was no response.Then he blinked a few times, opened his long eyelashes and fanned them lightly a few times, he saw the cold-faced person clearly, and paused for a moment in his mind, he said: "Ting Jing?"

Meng Tingjing looked cold, "Bastard, it's just that a piece of flesh flew off your shoulder and a little more blood flowed. Are you so sleepy that you're going to die? Are you going to die with him?!"

Song Yuzhang's ears were still buzzing, he couldn't hear what Meng Tingjing said clearly, so he said in a low voice: "Xueping... How is Xueping..."

Meng Tingjing put him down from his arms, checked that the needle on the back of his hand hadn't shifted, and then set his eyes on Song Yuzhang's face again. Song Yuzhang was looking at him blankly. Meng Tingjing looked into his eyes, feeling complicated. The ground swayed a few times, and said coldly, "I'm lying in the hospital."

Song Yuzhang's eyes widened slightly, and the light returned to his pupils bit by bit, and he felt the sharp pain in his shoulders belatedly, turned his head slightly, and realized that he was wearing a white soft robe , The shoulders are also tightly bandaged.

A fragment suddenly entered his mind.

It was Nie Xueping who rushed at him, he fell to the ground, and saw Song Mingzhao again.

"Fourth brother..." Song Yuzhang said slowly.

Meng Tingjing glanced at him, "At this time, don't care about other people, just take care of your wounds." Meng Tingjing tucked him in the quilt, and finally softened her tone, "Don't care about anything, and don't think about anything. After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed Song Yuzhang's brow, "Be obedient."

Song Yuzhang lay down for a while, and then fully woke up. He looked around and realized that the place where he was lying was not a hospital, but Meng Tingjing's room. He knew these furnishings.

Song Yuzhang raised his arm with difficulty - his shoulder was still in severe pain, and the raised arm was immediately held down by Meng Tingjing.

"What are you doing?" Meng Tingjing glared at him.

Song Yuzhang lowered his eyelashes and said in a low voice, "I'm going to the hospital to take a look at the snow screen."

Meng Tingjing turned his arm to the side and put it back again, "My injury hasn't healed yet, what's the rush?"

Lying flat, Song Yuzhang saw the ceiling and chandelier of Meng's house, and flashed pictures in his mind, moist and warm touch. He closed his eyes, and his ears seemed to be soaked in a piece of silent blood. He was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Xueping is dead."

Meng Ting paused for a moment with the hand holding his arm.

"Xueping is dead," Song Yuzhang opened his eyes and repeated calmly, "I can't hear his heartbeat anymore."

"Ting Jing, let me go, I'm going to see him."

Meng Tingjing's hand was still pressing his arm. After a long time, he said, "If you die, you will die. What's so good about dying?"

Song Yuzhang smiled faintly, but warm tears rolled down his eyes, "Ting Jing, don't stop me, I have to go see him, he blocked the gun for me..."

"Bullshit!"

Meng Tingjing turned her face away, and glared at Song Yuzhang fiercely, "Song Mingzhao shot at him originally, and blocked the gun for you? What a fart! You were troubled by him, and a piece of meat flew off your shoulder!"

Tears flowed out of Song Yuzhang's eyes almost continuously, even though he himself was unconscious, he said in a flat tone: "Ting Jing, let me go, I have to see him."

This is Song Yuzhang's last announcement. After he finished speaking, he sat up directly, shook the needle on the back of his hand vigorously with his right hand, and rolled over to the side of the bed with difficulty. Meng Tingjing quickly hugged his waist and squeezed him Holding him in his arms, he gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know how hard it took me to snatch you out of the hospital? If I were one step late, the guards of the Nie family would kill you and Song Mingzhao together. Nie No one at home can protect you now, don't count on Nie Yinbing, you think you will be more important than his big brother?!"

Song Yuzhang didn't know how much blood he had bled, but he felt weak and cold. He lay weakly in Meng Tingjing's arms, and said in a low voice, "Let me go, Ting Jing, just beg you."

Meng Tingjing looked at him, but hardened his heart by 12 points, and said coldly: "No."

Song Yuzhang gently closed his eyes.

He murmured: "Ting Jing, don't force me to hate you."

Meng Tingjing sneered, "Do you hate me less?"

Meng Tingjing called someone in to give Song Yuzhang a sedative, reinserted the infusion, and waited for Song Yuzhang to close his eyes again before he said, "How's the situation outside?"

"Nie Qingyun is in charge of the Nie family. It is said that Nie Yinbing is already on his way back to the city."

"People from the Song family went to the patrol room."

"..."

The world was turned upside down and chaotic outside, Meng Tingjing didn't care about anything, just guarded a comatose Song Yuzhang, leaning against Song Yuzhang's bedside, until midnight, when suddenly he heard a hasty knock on the door outside.

Meng Tingjing immediately opened her eyes vigilantly, got up and walked out the door, the servant looked anxious: "Second Master, it's not good, the Second Master of the Nie family is here to ask for help."