Yan Xici pressed Su Yi against the wall angrily, and then whispered: "Someone paid to kill, and the target was Shu Yan."

"Do you know what Shu Yan looked like when I saw her?"

Yan Xici was almost vindictive, wanting to see Su Yi in pain and see his expression of pain.

He clearly described his previous mood to Su Yi word for word.

"She was lying on the ground, and her throat and head were cut with a knife. She was pressed and hit against the car. Her skull was cracked by the impact, and she was covered in blood."

"You know, her blood was like dripping water at that time. Her blood was all on the ground."

"Can you smell the blood? My clothes are soaked with blood. Su Yi, what did you give Shu Yan?"

After Yan Xici finished speaking, he hit the wall next to Su Yi's head with his fist. He was violent and wanted to kill someone.

Su Yi, on the other hand, leaned stiffly against the wall, motionless.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

The image Yan Xici was talking about clearly appeared in his mind, making him feel cold all over, and his face turned as white as a sheet of paper for an instant.

"Shu, Yan."

Su Yi murmured, and a drop of pink liquid slid down the gauze, like blood and tears, making Yan Xici choke in his heart.

But when he thought of what Su Yi had done, he no longer had any sympathy.

"Aren't you awesome? You gave your eyes to others and wanted Shu Yan to take care of you. Su Yi, how dare you? You're not a man anymore!"

"You're a fucking loser! A complete bastard!"

Yan Xici cursed again and again. It seemed that he was the only way to make himself less panicked.

Su Yi leaned against the wall, his whole body shaking violently.

"Shu Yan's injury..."

He wanted to ask, but thinking about what Yan Xici said, he felt that it was useless to ask. If Shu Yan's situation was good, Yan Xici wouldn't be so irritable.

It must be terrible.

It must be terrible!

Shu Yan, please, please, please hold on, okay? I was wrong this time. I will listen to you in everything I do in the future, okay? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean not to answer your call. I'm sorry. .

Su Yi felt remorseful in his heart, leaning against the wall, enduring the pain that felt like being tortured to death.

Waiting is always particularly difficult.

It has been more than three hours since Nanxi'ao entered the emergency room, but still no news has been heard.

Yan Xici wanted to rush in to take a look.

Five hours, eight hours, a whole day...the door of the emergency room was still not opened.

The wait for Yan Xici and Su Yi became more and more unbearable.

Finally, at ten o'clock the next morning, Nanxi Ao walked out with a tired face. He took off his mask, his face pale and tired. He looked at Yan Xici without saying a word.

Yan Xici rushed forward, grabbed his arm and began to shake it, "How is it? Was the operation successful?"

Pain showed on Nanxi'ao's baby face. He accepted Yan Xici's torture with tears in his eyes, but he still kept his temper, nodded and smiled.

"Success, stop shaking."

"I saved her life for you, but the next week is very critical. We must prevent her from getting a fever. Once she gets a fever, the consequences will be disastrous. You also know that this time her brain infection is somewhat serious."

"Okay, I'm going to take a nap first, and they'll be pushed out soon."