An arc of blood gushed out, splashing Yao Man's face.

She smelled the strong smell of blood at the tip of her nose, and couldn't help but reach out and wipe her face infatuation, her hands full of blood.

Yao Man stared at the blood in his palm, his expression very gluttonous and satisfied.

She felt relieved and let out a few strange and unpleasant laughs, let go of the scissors in her hand, and staggered and took a step back.

"Haha! Go and die! Go and die! Go and die! Go and die!"

"Mr. Qin!"

Chi Yang then reacted, roared, rushed up with the man and pressed the crazy crazy woman tightly.

Yao Man pressed on the ground, but the laughter continued.

She is already crazy...

When Qiao Ansheng heard her strange laughter, he was no longer the closeness that was just close to his ears.

Apart from this, she did not feel the pain she imagined, and couldn't help but feel a little confused and slowly opened her eyes.

However, her breathing frozen in this moment.

Qin Yanchen tightened his eyebrows and protected her tightly in his arms.

Qiao Ansheng was stunned and shouted in disbelief: "Yan...Yanchen?"

Qin Yanchen moved for a moment, and he raised his long eyelashes, his pupils that had always been shiny, but he was a little lost at this moment.

"Shengsheng..."

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed, and a pile of blood foam rushed out from his lips and dripped on Qiao Ansheng's forehead.

The blood mist in front of Qiao Ansheng's eyes, and the gaze that had finally condensed, broke again in front of him, and the sky was shaking.

She almost couldn't stand firmly and was stunned, so she could only stare at Qin Yanchen in a daze.

Qiao Ansheng's abdomen was warm, as if hot liquid was flowing through her body, and she came out of the man's arms tremblingly.

When she spread her palms, she saw that her clothes were covered in blood. The tentacles were deep red behind her when she just touched the man.

Qiao Ansheng froze all over. She stared at the blood in her palm and didn't even dare to move.

Tears collapsed suddenly.

Qiao An was so distressed that she couldn't stand steadily.

Yao Man's scissors were unable to penetrate into her body because Qin Yanchen helped her block it.

Blood kept pouring out, flowing out from Qin Yanchen's abdomen, and soon wet his white shirt.

Qin Yanchen's body was a little shaking due to excessive blood loss. Qiao Ansheng wanted to catch Qin Yanchen, but he was afraid of touching his wound and his hands were shaking violently.

"Why do you want to... why do you rush over? Why are you so stupid? Does it hurt? How are you?"

Qiao Ansheng couldn't control his tears.

Qin Yanchen looked pale and reached out to wipe away the tears from Qiao Ansheng's face, but brought the blood from his hands to Qiao Ansheng's face.

He had no choice but to lean over and kiss her forehead: "Don't cry."

With the blood gushing out his strength, Qin Yanchen's gaze was a little distracted, and he could only barely see the tears on Qiao Ansheng's face.

Little fool, how could it not hurt?

However, when Qin Yanchen thought that the scissors might be inserted into her, he only felt more painful.

So in such a short time, all he could think of was to use his body to block this for her.

Blood kept gushing out of the man's mouth. The action of leaning over to kiss Qiao Ansheng just now seemed to have exhausted most of his strength.

When he spoke again, his tone became much weaker: "I'm fine, don't cry."

"Don't die, did you hear it? Qin Yanchen!"

Qiao Ansheng pressed his forehead against Qin Yanchen's somewhat cold neck, and her whole body was trembling.

Qin Yanchen felt her hand holding her tightly, and her body was still trembling. The frequency of trembling was too violent.

Qin Yanchen felt a little distressed.

He still wanted to hold her, but he had no strength and wanted to move his hands in vain, but his consciousness became more and more drowsy. He tried his best to move his lips, and the sound he made was very light.

"good……"

Qiao Ansheng wanted to speak, but then, no matter what she said, she became an irresistible cry as soon as she opened her mouth.

The sound was so miserable that I didn't want to be crying, but it was like a piece of flesh and blood mixed in her throat.

She held Qin Yanchen's hand tightly, but felt that his hand was not as warm as before, but cold as before, as if his life was passing by little along with this temperature.

Qiao Ansheng cried so hard: "Qin Yanchen, Qin Yanchen..."

The ambulance arrived late.

Blood slowly spread on the ground, and people around him became louder. The medical staff carried the stretcher and rushed down, carefully trying to move Qin Yanchen.

Qiao Ansheng grabbed Qin Yanchen's hand tightly and refused to let go. His nails were almost broken. He choked and shouted Qin Yanchen's name intermittently.

"Let me go and let me go with him..."

She wants to be with Qin Yanchen.

If Qin Yanchen can't stay alone in the ambulance, he will feel pain and he will definitely be afraid.

Chi Yang rushed over at this time and dragged the person back tightly: "Miss Qiao, calm down! Let Mr. Qin leave first."

Qiao Ansheng was dragged down, and the medical staff quickly carried the person away. She could only watch the ambulance door closed. Her hoarse voice could no longer tell what she was calling.

Qin Yanchen's pale face was isolated by the white car door.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the harsh sirens were louder and louder.

All kinds of people in the ambulance were doing first aid measures for Qin Yanchen.

Qin Yanchen was wearing an oxygen mask on his face. He was a little drowsy because of his excessive blood loss, and the blood stained his clothes red.

He closed his eyes, and at the moment of his coma, he was thinking.

After so much blood was shed, his little wife was afraid that she would cry again.

...

The ambulance roared all the way to Cirui Hospital.

When Qiao Ansheng arrived in another car, Qin Yanchen had been taken to the emergency room.

She slowly leaned against the cold wall, her body temperature dropped little by little, and in the end she didn't sit down, but just squatted in the corner.

The red lights in the emergency room were dazzling.

The corridor was very quiet.

Qiao Ansheng wrapped his hands around his knees, raised his head and stared at the red light, and stirred his hands together.

Chi Yang stood not far away, his face was anxious.

But compared to the one who was rescued inside, he always felt that the person outside was obviously in good spirits.

Although Qiao Ansheng's expression has become much calmer than before.

But her whole body was trembling.

The frequency of trembling alone can make people feel the invisible despair and pain in her body.

Another messy footsteps came from the door.
Chapter completed!