Every day in the Shura field, I'm doing fancy whitewashing

Song Xiu's entire back was almost numb from the pain, he could almost hear his own heartbeat, and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you going to do?"

Qin Kun laughed and said, "I just want to ask you to have a chat. You said that you drove my dad to the hospital. As a son, I have to take revenge, right?"

Song Xiu ignored him and didn't speak.

Qin Kun didn't care, he continued, "Actually, I didn't want to embarrass you. Anyway, Song Yue is my good buddy...Maybe after today, I have nothing to do with him."

"Brother, you... how are you?" Song Yue struggled a bit, looked at Song Xiu in horror, and said in a trembling voice, "Brother... say something..."

"I'm fine." Song Xiu coughed lowly, and blood fell on the ground. He didn't know where he was injured, but looking at it like this, it should be an internal organ injury, right?

"Mr. Song, you don't even hide. If this is not a golf club, but a knife... would you still carry it?" Qin Kun sighed, clapped his hands, and said, "Really Brotherly love is deep, but do you know what Song Yue thinks of you? You are the murderer who caused the death of his parents, you are just his adopted son, the company, money, equity...everything belongs to him, and You... are not worthy of being his brother at all."

Song Xiu laughed, and said in a hoarse voice, "Have you finished talking nonsense?"

He took a light breath and said, "Say what you want, if you don't, how would I know..."

As soon as he said this, he suddenly rushed towards Qin Kun. Qin Kun didn't react for a while, and was thrown to the ground by him. The two began to fight directly on the ground. Song Xiu kicked the golf club away to prevent Qin Kun met.

Song Yue became anxious immediately. Most of his rope had already been untied, so he fiddled with it again, and finally he untied the rope. Just as he looked at Qin Kun, he found that he had pulled out a fruit knife from his waist , stabbed towards Song Xiu, Song Yue stepped forward immediately, he pulled Song Xiu away, the fruit knife cut his calf, and blood flowed profusely immediately.

Song Yue couldn't help but almost knelt down. He kicked Qin Kun's head hard, knocking him unconscious, and then fell to the ground powerlessly.

I don't know what kind of medicine Qin Kun gave him. Song Yue just felt that his whole body had no strength, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak. The wound was bleeding profusely. Song Xiu immediately found something to wrap his calf, and held it tightly. wounded.

Song Yue lay in Song Xiu's arms, he whispered, "Brother, I'm so cold."

"I'll take you to the hospital."

Qin Kun was lying on the ground, Song Xiu didn't want to care whether he was dead or alive, he called the police when he came, but there was still a little distance from here, Song Xiu couldn't wait that long, he was also afraid that something would happen to Song Yue, so he came first up.

After all, the police should be here soon.

It's almost New Year's Eve, just like what Secretary Jiang said, it has started to snow outside, and it's getting bigger and bigger. When Song Xiu came, it was just a little snowflake. Now when he opened the door, it was snowing like a goose feather.

With Song Yue on his back, he stepped on the snow and almost slipped, but fortunately he brought him to the driver's seat and drove to the nearest hospital immediately.

On the way, probably due to blood loss, Song Yue's face became paler and paler, he looked at Song Xiu in a daze, and said hoarsely, "Brother, I'm sorry...I don't want to hate you, but...I miss my parents I'm going to feel bad."

Song Xiu said while driving, "Hold on, it's okay, brother is here..."

……

The car drove to the hospital, and the medical staff pushed Song Yue into the emergency room. Song Xiu leaned outside, and he covered his abdomen with one hand. An indescribable pain slowly eroded his nerves. He frowned and stood still slightly. Unsteady.

The light in the operating room was still on. Song Xiu narrowed his eyes and looked up at the operating room. He faintly felt the warmth of his palm. He thought it was Song Yue's blood before, but when he looked down, he found that his abdomen It was also bleeding out.

Probably... During the fight, he was stabbed, right?

Strange...why didn't he feel any pain before?

After more than a while, the door of the operating room finally opened, and Song Yue was pushed out by the medical staff. The doctor took off his mask and said, "It's okay, it's caused by excessive blood loss. I'm recuperating well now, and I can't move around for the time being." .”

Song Xiu didn't know how pale his face was. He nodded in response and said, "Okay, thank you doctor."

The doctor thought about it, looked him up and down, and said, "Are you okay? I think your complexion is uglier than the one lying down, why don't you go for an examination."

Song Xiu felt that his mind was a little unclear. The doctor's words came and went, so he pulled himself together and said, "Okay."

The pain in his chest made him breathless. Song Xiu just turned around and took two steps when he was stopped by the doctor. He turned his head to look at the doctor, only to see the doctor coming over immediately, pointing to the blood path on the ground, "You're bleeding, you know? You got hurt there?"

Song Xiu subconsciously looked down at the ground, only to find that the ground was covered with blood drop by drop. He let go of his hand, and the palm was full of blood. The doctor's face suddenly changed. A fishy sweetness surged up, and he couldn't help but spit it out with a wow.

Blood was spilled on the ground, a big puddle of blood.

Song Xiu finally couldn't stand still, he was about to fall with his head up, but was immediately supported by the doctor, and other medical staff immediately surrounded him when they saw this, and the doctor immediately said, "Hurry up! Get ready to send to the operating room!"

The people and voices in front of him seemed to be separated from Song Xiu by a thin film. He couldn't hear clearly, and he couldn't see it. A halo slowly gathered in front of his eyes, and it seemed that he could only hear his own breathing. .

He looked in front of him blankly, feeling faintly that he seemed... to have come to an end.

[666: Host, you are going to die. 】

[Song Xiu: Alas, the death is unclear. 】

"Patient's heart rate drops..."

"patient……"

"The patient's heart stopped..."

"Ready to defibrillate..."

……

Song Xiu could faintly feel a little pain, but very little, very slight. There was a halo in front of his eyes, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't hear the sound. Having experienced life and death several times, he knew very well that he was on the verge of death again. , and... there is no turning back.

"Patient's heartbeat...stopped."

The instrument made a screeching sound.

The doctors and nurses stood by, and after a long silence, they covered Song Xiu's face with a white cloth.

"Record the time of death," said the doctor.

He walked out of the first-aid room, and the nurse next to him asked, "Why was he so seriously injured before he was sent here for emergency treatment? If it had been done sooner... maybe he could have been saved."

"I heard that he sent others here for rescue. Some people...are seriously injured, but they don't know it at all." The doctor sighed and said, "He probably doesn't know how much pain he has suffered and how many injuries he has suffered. ...Now when the patient who is still in the intensive care unit wakes up, tell him about this slowly, so as not to irritate him."

The blood in the corridor has been cleaned up without any trace.

The people who were waiting here before were already lying on the bed, covered with a white cloth.

There are still six days before the New Year's Eve, and there is still a schedule on the company's desk, which says that I will buy a New Year's Eve cake for the New Year's Eve, and then have a meal with Song Yue.

When the police arrived at the villa, Qin Kun was still lying on the ground with golf clubs and a fruit knife stained with blood.

Secretary Jiang turned pale when he saw the blood on the knife, and he said, "I'll contact Mr. Song immediately."

He made countless calls, but no one answered. The mobile phone was left in the car, and it kept ringing. The windows were closed, and no one outside could hear the sound.

Qin Kun was also sent to the hospital due to a head injury. Secretary Jiang followed him. Outside the emergency room of the hospital, he heard the nurses whispering.

"It's too miserable, it's too miserable to die."

"Isn't it? I heard that the bone in his back was broken and penetrated the internal organs, so he insisted on going to the hospital."

"Also...he was stabbed himself, but he didn't even feel...the death was too miserable."

"What's the relationship between him and the person lying in the ICU? This is really a desperate effort to send him here."

"Who knows? Maybe a friend, maybe a brother?"

"Maybe...the one you like?"

The more Secretary Jiang listened, the more he felt that something was wrong.

His cell phone rang, and when the call was connected, someone from the company asked, "Secretary Jiang, I just received a message saying that it's the New Year's Eve to organize team building. Will Mr. Song come together?"

"You guys just decide, Mr. Song probably won't go there." Secretary Jiang sighed, Mr. Song only has his precious brother in his eyes, how can he control others?

"This year is the millennium. I heard that there will be shooting stars and snow. Will you come, Secretary Jiang?" The person who was talking over there was a little noisy, and the person who was talking laughed and said, "The project Mr. Song mentioned before , we took it!"

"Okay, I'll tell Mr. Song later. By the way, does anyone in the company know where Mr. Song is now? Forget it... I'll look for it later." Generally speaking, if he is Song Xiu's secretary, he doesn't know No one else would know where Song Xiu was.

Just as Secretary Jiang hung up the phone, someone said, "The deceased just now seems to be unable to contact his family...then contact his company."

"Did you find out his name? Otherwise, it would be hard to find."

"Yes...he has a business card in his pocket. It seems to be the president of the Song Group. His name is... Song Xiu."

Secretary Jiang's phone suddenly fell to the ground. He seemed to be frozen in place. He turned his head to look at these people, and asked, "What did you just say? Who died?"

"The patient who was just brought in failed to be rescued, and his family members couldn't be contacted, so he had to contact the company..." said the little nurse, "It's so pitiful, so young... Sigh."

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 1 Orange Benju;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Yuan and Jiangyue Zhaoliufang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!