confession today

Chapter 212
The evening wind blows gently, the night is as dark as ink, and the moonlight falls under the branches, reflecting mottled shadows.

There was only one wall lamp on in the living room, and the dim light shrouded the sofa in the living room.

Cheng Suiran stood in front of the window, looking down at the figure downstairs, with a smile in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Seeing that figure getting farther and farther away, she was about to look back when she saw a black shadow gradually approaching behind him. The black shadow slowly raised a baseball bat and threw it at Li Qizhi's back——

Cheng Suiran's pupils suddenly tightened.

"what--!!!"

A shrill scream pierced the silent night sky, startling countless crows perched on the treetops, flapping their wings and rushing to a high place.

"Pray!" she exclaimed.

However, it was too late. The baseball bat hit the back of Li Qizhi's head heavily, and blood gushed out instantly, soaking his white shirt.

Cheng Suiran's pupils shrank sharply, and he couldn't think about other things, so he hurried to the entrance and opened the door.

It was pitch black outside, except for the occasional cold wind that cut through the night, there was no sound at all, except for the strong smell of blood floating in the air.

"Stop! I'm calling the police!"

Cheng Suiran opened his throat and roared at the figure. At the same time, he lowered his eyes to look at everything that could be attacked around him.

That figure really stopped the movement that wanted to attack again, and turned to look at her position.

With the help of the faint moonlight, Cheng Suiran could clearly see his appearance at the moment—it was an aged face, wrinkled, withered skin, and a few wisps of sparse hair fell from the top of his head, draped over his shoulders. Embarrassed.

And at this moment, he was staring at himself with scarlet eyes, and the veins on his arms were exposed, as if he wanted to eat himself.

Cheng Suiran took a step back in fright from those red eyes, then gritted his teeth and said, "I'll warn you again, I've already called the police, you'd better stop all your thoughts now!"

While she was speaking, she noticed that the old man's eyes were shining with a strange green light, like a hungry wolf, which made people shudder.

He grinned his smudged lips, revealing a row of harsh teeth, and the voice of the voice changer was rough to the extreme: "Cheng Suiran, the next one is you, you are bound to die, the reason why he became like this is because because of you!"

Cheng Suiran lowered his hands by his sides and slowly clenched them. He looked down at Li Qizhi, who was lying unconscious on the ground, his eyes tightened, and he remained silent.

The murderer walked towards her slowly step by step with a baseball bat in hand.

"Ran Ran!"

At this time, Cheng Siyan's voice came from not far away.

The murderer paused slightly and looked up.

Seeing Cheng Siyan getting closer with the steel pipe, the murderer had no time to think, turned around and fled.

He ran fast and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Cheng Siyan panted heavily, cursed, and then asked with concern: "Of course..."

"Brother, hurry up and call 120!"

At this moment, Cheng Suiran had already run to Li Qizhi's side, trying to calm down his fear, and said anxiously: "Pray, pray, can you hear me?"

Li Qizhi was lying on the cold floor at this moment, there was no trace of blood on his pale face, there was blood on his forehead, his eyes were closed tightly, and two drops of blood were stained on his eyelashes.

The ambulance came quickly.

Along the way, Cheng Suiran was in a dazed state, looking down at Li Qizhi lying on the stretcher, all he recalled in his mind was the murderer's words.

"He became like this because of you, all because of you!"

Is it all because of her?

If she stayed away from Qi Zhi, Qi Zhi would not be implicated by her.

Cheng Suiran thought, tears fell down his eyes, slowly condensed into beads, and fell on Li Qizhi's arm.

She held Li Qizhi's hand tightly, and whispered softly: "Qizhi, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

"Of course, I don't blame you."

Cheng Siyan looked at her, the distress in his eyes couldn't be concealed, he patted her on the shoulder, and comforted her softly: "Of course, don't think too much, I pray that nothing will happen."

"Yeah." Cheng Suiran choked up and nodded: "It will definitely be fine..."

If she could, how she wished she could bear all this instead of Qi Zhi.

However, she couldn't choose.

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Hospital, emergency department.

Cheng Suiran stood at the door of the operating room, his eyes red and swollen, and he said: "Doctor Song, please, please make him safe."

Dr. Song nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, Dr. Cheng, we will do our best."

After speaking, he took the nurse and pushed the bed into the operating room.

"Pray, you must be fine, you must be fine..." Cheng Suiran murmured in a low voice, his eyes filled with panic and reluctance.

She was afraid, she was afraid to pray that something would happen, the scene of her father being killed once again flooded her mind, and she still felt uncontrollably afraid and desperate.

"Of course, don't worry, pray for the auspicious person and the sky, everything will be fine, you have to trust him." Cheng Siyan comforted.

Cheng Suiran nodded absent-mindedly, and as the door of the operating room was closed, she lost all strength, and slowly slid to the ground, with a dazed expression, buried her head between her legs, and sobbed softly.

Everything that has happened during this period is vivid in my mind, as if it happened yesterday.

She knew Qizhi when she was 17 years old, and she was also 17 years old when she clearly realized her love for Qizhi.

Now that she is 24 years old, she and Qizhi have experienced many things together. Qizhi patiently taught her to grow up, teach her how to deal with people, teach her what love is, and give her support and encouragement.

But now, because of her, she was lying on the cold operating table.

"Pray, please, nothing will happen." She cried softly.

Cheng Siyan pursed his lips, but stopped talking.

She doesn't even dare to think deeply now, she doesn't know when this disaster will end.

Will the murderer stop only if he kills her?

Is it only when she dies that everyone will not be hurt again.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The three words during the operation constantly stimulated her fragile nerves, and every minute seemed like a year, until half an hour later.

Dr. Song came out, shook his head at Cheng Suiran and sighed, "The patient's skull is too cracked, and there is a lot of blood in the cranial cavity..."

As he spoke, he paused for a moment before continuing: "We need a critical illness notification, and the family members have to sign it before the operation can continue."

"medical crisis notice?"

Cheng Suiran's face was pale, and he couldn't say anything for a long time.

She is a doctor, she has done many operations, she is too clear about the concept of a patient being issued a critical illness notice.

"Doctor Cheng..." Doctor Song couldn't bear it, but he changed his name and continued seriously: "Patient's family members, please sign as soon as possible!"

Just three words are her name, she has written it countless times, but at the moment she just feels extremely difficult.

The door of the operating room was closed again.

No one knows what the result will be when it is opened next time.

(End of this chapter)