[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

How unlucky can people report

Song Xin didn't even dare to cry loudly.

The passenger pulled by the driver from Hongqiao Airport—to be more precise, it was Logan Howlett, Wolverine, holding Song Xin's small wrist in silence, there was a cut in that wrist, and he was holding Song Xin's hand. He pressed Song Xin's thin arm to stop the bleeding, and Song Xin's straight and soft little fingers were pinched until they turned blue and white.

Song Xin: "Woo, woo... hiccup."

Logan didn't say a word, and the driver didn't dare to take a breath.

As soon as the car stopped in front of the hospital, Logan took out a hand that was not stained with blood, took out the money and paid the bill, and then dragged Song Xin, who was covered in blood, directly into the entrance of the emergency department.

An ambulance was parked at the entrance of the emergency department, and it was unloading people. People in white clothes were rushing forward and back, pushing the flat cart, and the nurse was holding a bottle and yelling something.

After getting out of the car, Logan Howlett said the first words: "What do you want to do?"

Song Xin's complexion was pale, she hiccupped from crying, and the tears fell down patter, Logan's heart twitched when she saw it.

Song Xin took a step, and immediately slipped, she was a little weak, Luo Gen sighed slightly, and hugged Song Xin horizontally.

Song Xin was wearing flip-flops, blood was all over her clothes, sweat was all over her forehead, and her face was pale.Logan touched her wrist slightly, only feeling that the girl's pulse was a little fast.

Logan reassured: "It's okay...it's okay."

The girl's eyelashes were wet, and she whispered: "Yes, I'm sorry..."

Logan Howlett said angrily, "I'm sorry for what?"

The corridor of the emergency room is dark and narrow. The aunt with a vicissitudes of life is sweeping the garbage on the ground with a broom. The nurse and the doctor in a white coat run over quickly. Song Xin curls up in Logan's arms, bleeding all over his shirt. .

The nurse in front of the triage desk was stunned when she saw Song Xin, pointed to the emergency room behind her, and said, "Go in and do a hemostasis."

Then she raised her voice and shouted: "Xiao Wei! Another wrist-slipper! You deal with it!"

Song Xin opened her tears-blurred eyes. She vaguely heard the beeping of the ambulance behind her. There was a panic behind her, and someone shouted: "On the construction site—falling from high-altitude operations! Come here!"

Luo Gen walked in with Song Xin in his arms. The consultation room was full of noise, and the green trees outside the window were growing out, flourishing and messy.

Doctor Xiao Wei looked at Song Xin, raised his eyelids, looked at Song Xin's eyes, took out two pieces of gauze, and took out the alcohol.

Someone shouted in the dark corridor outside: "The heartbeat stopped—!"

"Notify the family members—" Another person screamed, "When will his family members arrive? What are you waiting for, doing chest compressions—"

Dr. Wei was not used to injuries like Song Xin's. He moved his hands slowly and said while pressing on Song Xin's wound, "Is your boyfriend right? I'll go to the orthopedics department to make an appointment later. It's not serious, so don't worry about it." I’m in a hurry—what did you use to cut the wound?”

Song Xin replied tremblingly: "Scrape, eyebrow scraper..."

"I said yes." Xiao Wei said, "Little girl, it's a small knife again, so it can't cut deep. I think your boyfriend loves you very much. With such a boyfriend, why can't you think about it?"

Song Xin trembled and shook her head, her eyes filled with tears.

The wailing of the family members broke down in the corridor. Doctor Xiao Wei bowed and looked in the corridor, then sat back and wrapped her arms twice with a bandage.

Song Xin asked weakly and tremblingly, "Then, what happened to that person..."

Doctor Xiao Wei was stunned: "That person?"

Then she said clearly: "Oh—you said the one you just brought here."

Song Xin nodded with tears in her eyes.

Dr. Wei said honestly, "It can't be saved."

"My colleagues all know." Dr. Wei said disappointedly: "The steel bars pierced the chest, and he fell from a high altitude. He seems to be not young. He is a migrant worker working on a construction site. The spine is probably broken, let alone Limbs...after being rescued, they will be disabled for a lifetime, maybe they are in a vegetable state and cannot take care of themselves."

Song Xin's teardrops rolled out with a thud.

Dr. Wei said: "Little girl, life is very fragile. You probably didn't study medicine, but did you study biochemistry?"

Song Xin cried and shook her head.

Dr. Wei tapped in the air with a ballpoint pen, and said: "Life is very fragile, little girl, even if the concentration of oxygen in the air is less than 1%, it will seriously affect your life. Every organ and every cell of yours—— The excreted waste, antibodies and hormones are actually the most fragile balance of life. It is not easy for people to live. It is because you are alive that you can’t feel it, and you want to seek death. What you can’t get is always in turmoil, and what you can’t get is always in turmoil. Everyone is fearless."

The crying of the woman in the corridor is heartbreaking, but the sunlight and branches outside the window are fresh and disheveled.

"Look, so many people want to live." Dr. Wei said flatly, "But have you thought about it? Miss. Many people will never be able to leave this building again."

Song Xin's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and before Luo Gen could get angry, he was suppressed by the little girl's sobbing.

The orthopedic department was also messy. Luo Gen was afraid that Song Xin's tears would affect the wound, so he took a tissue to wipe Song Xin's tears, and said for a long time: "Don't cry."

Song Xin didn't listen, tears flowed down like beads with a broken thread, she cried all morning, her eyes were swollen like walnuts, Logan didn't care about her at all, he was waiting in line in front of the consulting room, someone broke I hurt my leg, I couldn't help moaning from the pain, the corridor condensed all kinds of things in the world.

Logan sighed, took Song Xin into his arms, and rubbed Song Xin's hair in the dark corridor of the hospital.

In the 21st century, there are indestructible barriers between people. People pay attention to the line of defense and private space, and want to keep a distance from others. They always look at people who behave intimately in public with strange eyes. Extra fragile.

The hospital is full of life and death, full of people's most intense emotions.

No one was looking at them, the tall and strong American man hugging the Asian girl is a very common thing here: like a dandelion in the park, or like a clear blue sky in summer.

Song Xin tremblingly said: "I..."

In the corridor of the hospital, Logan Howlett said hoarsely, "It's okay...it's really okay, kid."

Song Xin finally stopped crying when she was getting stitches. She gritted her teeth firmly and watched her wrist being stitched up. The stitcher was an old doctor wearing brown-rimmed glasses with a kind demeanor.

The old doctor said: "Young man, don't be overthinking it."

Song Xin sniffed her nose and said, "Now think about it."

The old doctor looked at Song Xin from the top of his glasses: "It's good to think about it. There is still a long way to go. It's nothing to be unsatisfactory for a while. There are always people who are more miserable than you. They haven't given up. Why are you giving up?"

Song Xin gritted her teeth and looked at herself being stitched up, then changed the subject and asked, "Why do you think I'm not the worst?"

The old doctor smiled kindly: "I have been practicing medicine for 22 years, and I have seen much more miserable things than you. Let me be realistic—your boyfriend came in with you in his arms for stitches, which shows that he loves you."

Song Xin's eyes were red, and she said: "I broke up with him, and I went back to the country alone, and he came after me."

The old doctor smiled and said, "He has a deep affection for you."

"I was at the lowest point in my life." Song Xin said with difficulty: "At least I think I am at the lowest point in my life...I even think that I will never get over it, and I feel like this for the rest of my life."

"You should really tell my former patients." The old doctor said with a smile, "You are very happy, little girl."

Song Xin smiled sourly and said, "It's true when you say that. I cut my wrist for no reason at the time, and thought in my heart that I'd just die, and I'd die once and for all, but I came back to my senses and thought it was impossible—I did this Bad things, how can you not make up for it and die irresponsibly?"

"That's why I ran out." Song Xin said softly, "I don't think I can die, the blood on my wrist can't stop, and no taxi driver is willing to pull me."

The old doctor smiled and said, "Why don't you call an ambulance?"

"You." Song Xin laughed, "If you want to live, you have to plan for the future."

The old doctor laughed: "Yes. Then?"

Song Xin smiled and said: "Then I caught him in the taxi, and he happened to be there. He just came out of the airport and took a taxi to find me."

The old doctor clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Hahaha interesting, life is much more interesting than novels!"

Then the old doctor lowered his voice and said to Song Xin: "But I see, little girl, your boyfriend's complexion is quite dark...you have to be careful."

Song Xin was stunned: "...Eh?!"

The old doctor coughed and changed the subject: "Little girl, I will prescribe some medicine for you to remove the scar, but I don't guarantee that it will be removed... Go back and apply it according to the instructions, there will always be some effect!"

In the emergency room came the cries of a heartbroken woman, as well as intermittent comfort.

"When—the head of the house—" the woman cried out in despair, "You can't, you can't leave me..."

The man who fell from the sky was not rescued in the end, just like Doctor Xiao Wei said.

Life is weak.

Song Xin and Luo Gen came out of the hospital, Luo Gen was carrying a bag of anti-inflammatory drugs and ointment in his hand, Song Xin's clothes were covered with blood, her wrists were wrapped in bandages, standing at the entrance of the hospital, the sun was shining brightly, and the plane trees were reflected emerald green and golden one slice.

Song Xin said in a low voice, "My mother is coming back today...she will be scared to death when she sees me like this."

Logan looked at Song Xin's soft and slender fingers like onions, and the faint dark circles under her eyes.

Song Xin yawned a little, and said weakly, "I'm so sleepy..."

Logan endured it and suppressed his anger: "Huh?"

Song Xin said with a guilty conscience, "We're going to open... well, open a room and have a rest... What do you think?"

Logan: "..."

"Change, change clothes." Song Xin plucked up the courage to add, "I... let's sleep, if you don't mind at night... I will take, take you to meet...my parents."

Logan Howlett: "Oh."

The little girl blushed, her eyes were red from crying, she looked pitiful, she added incoherently: "I, I mean if my parents don't break my legs... I... I don't know ..."

Logan: "Are you sure?"

Song Xin was about to cry, and nodded hastily: "Indeed, sure! I dare not go home like this... I will have my legs broken! And you see, you are covered in blood... Well, seeing your parents like this is not impressive. good……"

Logan Howlett nodded, and said viciously, "That's fine too. Just open the room."

The author has something to say: a small question, is this article really full of small words! ! !

Dr. Wei is actually another one of mine (will definitely fill in but the update is estimated to be uncertain). His full name is Wei Lai. He is a salted fish doctor. Goldfinger will always do the most correct thing inexplicably. So on a dark and windy night, a shot of potassium cyanide (salt water was supposed to be prescribed) poisoned the Red Skull who came to the doctor... (.

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