Mei City, People's Hospital.

A heart-wrenching cry came from the aisle on the eighth floor: "Let me go in and take a look."

In front of Song Yan, there was a rescue room with wide open doors. Medical staff pushed the bed out of it, and the person lying there was covered with white cloth.

Song Yan struggled with all her strength, roaring and begging, only asking for the row of soldiers who were blocking her in front of her to let her go and look at him.

But the soldiers in front of them, wearing military caps and uniforms, had expressionless expressions.

Some people even had resentment on their faces.

Song Yan has done so many harmful things, and the people around Ye Jue can see them with their eyes.

Now that she has killed their elders, what qualifications does she have to go in and look at him?

She is not qualified.

"Get out, get out, you are the stupid woman who killed her. Why is it not you who was smashed to death?" Zhao Pei, who was standing behind the soldier, stepped aside, pushed away the soldier blocking him, walked to Song Yan, grabbed her collar, picked her up, and threw her away.

"Pu" she sat heavily on the ground.

Tears had already wet her hideous face burned by fire.

Not only did she have scars on her face, but she also burned one of her back, chest, and even her ears in the fire that time.

To others, she is just an ugly monster.

At this time, a group of people walked out of the elevator.

The woman, holding her black head and wearing military green clothes, rushed to her feet.

Zhao Pei greeted him with a sad look on his face and said in a choking voice: "Madam, he is better..."

Song Yimin's face was slightly pale, her chest was fluctuating greatly, and her eyes were staring blankly in the direction lying in front of the door of the emergency room.

Dead!

After all, he died for the woman Song Yan.

When Zhao Pei saw her calmness, he thought she was too much to accept the reality. He said in a low voice: "Madam, please feel sorry for me."

"Let them all go down first, I want to stay with you for a long time." Song Yimin spoke slowly.

Zhao Pei nodded, raised his hand and waved his hand, and the soldiers immediately walked past Song Yimin in an orderly manner.

Two soldiers walked towards Song Yan, raised her and left.

Song Yan struggled and cried: "Let me see Ye Jue."

The hoarse voice echoed in this empty corridor, like a ghost coming from hell.

Song Yimin endured resentment and anger in her heart. She tightened her face and said coldly: "Save her."

Zhao Pei hesitated for a moment, looked at Song Yimin's back, and finally nodded.

Zhao Pei and twelve soldiers entered the stairway and closed the stairway door, but they always stared at the two women on the aisle.

Song Yan suddenly walked towards Ye Jue like a madman.

She was trapped in the earthquake zone of Lianchuan. Ye Jue arrived. In order to save her who was trapped in the refugee zone, he broke in regardless of his personal safety. While he was saving her, the aftershock caused the house to collapse again, and the steel bars on the wall pierced Ye Jue's chest.

This was not the most deadly thing. After countless vibrations, the wall behind Ye Jue collapsed.

She and him were both under the throne, but when the two were rescued, Ye Jue was already unconscious.

She killed him.

She ran desperately with her legs lame.

Finally ran to Ye Jue, she lifted the white cloth and saw Ye Jue's remains.

His pale face and frosty lips were still handsome even in his forties, but when he thought of him dying to save her, Song Yan's heart hurt like a knife.

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