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'Shoulder-length hair' was crying. Just after being beaten, every part of the body hurt. Just when he wanted to get angry and resist, he was forced back by the other party's 'complaint', and all the anger was swallowed back in his stomach. Here, I didn't even dare to shout out my injustice.

Who told him to make a mistake in the first place and offend others? It was not entirely his fault that the situation happened at that time. Everyone was running forward to escape. He was running very fast, and there were people in front of him blocking his way. He was too anxious, and subconsciously pushed people away without thinking about the consequences. Who else would do it? If you don't care about yourself, how can you care about others?

It wasn't until I heard what she said that I realized I had gotten into trouble. I felt guilty for a while, and even when they called me, I didn't fight back. First, I felt sorry, but after this, I planned to apologize. Secondly, he didn't have the guts. The opponent was a head taller than him, and he looked like he was not easy to mess with. In addition, the combination of punches and kicks just now didn't give him any room to fight back. It was really a waste of time to fight. No good.

Coupled with the disapproving looks from several people around him, all thoughts of fighting were eliminated. After being beaten for a long time, he squatted in the corner obediently and didn't dare to say a word. However, the thin man next to him patted his shoulder and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Wiping the blood on the corner of his mouth, the man knocked out two big teeth with one fist. The salty taste of blood was in his mouth. Hearing his companion's greetings, he replied vaguely: "Mu Yousi—— "It's just painful at most, and it's much worse than being hit by a rock falling from above your head. Hey, that's not right. Not to mention whether he was injured or not, it was quite serious. How could he have the strength to hit someone? The fists and kicks that landed on him didn't seem weak at all.

'Shoulder-length hair' had just become suspicious, so he stood up and questioned him. He couldn't let the beating go in vain.

As if he knew his next move, a second before he opened his mouth, he heard the tall guy on the other side saying "Ouch", covering the back of his neck and shaking his body, looking like he was about to The posture of fainting.

The person who was 'complaining' just now, with quick eyesight, rushed forward, used his shoulder as a cushion, took over his fallen body, and said with a cry of grievance: "They are all hurt like this. Now, just stop moving. I know you are so angry that you almost got him into trouble. You hit him twice to vent your anger, but you have to take care of your own body. Do you know that you will stretch the injured area and make it more serious? what to do."

What answered her was that the man half-closed his eyes and fell on her shoulder with a series of 'hums'.

When several people saw this, they were really angry. Even though they were seriously injured, they still wanted to teach the guy who hurt themselves. This shows how dangerous it was at that time, otherwise they wouldn't be so angry.

Even the 'shoulder-length hair' fell into deep remorse. Look at what he was doing. What was he doing when he stretched out his hand and pulled someone? He almost killed him. He was beaten. This beating was not unjust.

With such a mood, I kept sitting on the elevator, not even having the courage to look at the two of them, for fear that the tall man would fight with him again - trying to make him look good despite serious injuries, isn't that just fighting for his life.

The miners really didn't know how badly this tall man was injured. But seeing him squinting his eyes half-closed and then fainting, everyone felt that something was not well. You have to know that superficial injuries, even if there is blood, don't matter. What I am really afraid of are the invisible injuries, and the inner injuries are the most fatal.

Seeing more and more people gathered around him, all talking about whether it was the lungs or the liver that were injured, or whether the brain was damaged, etc., Zhao Wenduo hurriedly leaned forward to protect Fu Tingkun. His head will not be bald by these people. It's not that she's stingy and doesn't want people to look at her twice, it's mainly because she's afraid that the person in her arms will be closely watched and the secret will leak out.

That's right, Fu Tingkun's fainting was fake. The two of them secretly signaled to make the injury worse. If they didn't want to cause death, the foreman had no choice but to send the person to the hospital faster. speed of departure. Originally, Zhao Wenduo wasn't so worried. He saw that the big car was already driving this way. Victory was in sight. They could leave here in the next moment. They didn't have to go through all the trouble and take risks. This was an easy solution. problem.

I felt a lot more relaxed and wanted to share this joy with Fu Tingkun. She reached out and poked his arm quietly twice, and whispered: "The car is here." That means that our strategy has worked and we can leave immediately.

When others heard this, they thought she was relieved after she was in a hurry, and then she muttered to herself, a way of releasing stress, and no one thought about making code words.

But right after Zhao Wenduo felt something was wrong, his men didn't respond at all, and his arms didn't move. This guy really pretended to be like that. Not only was he lying steadily, but his face was calm. One piece, not even the eyelashes trembled.

He just made a joke in secret, and then he suppressed his ease. He noticed something was wrong, and put more force on his hand: "Fu Tingkun——" There was nervousness in the voice calling him.

If it was true that he was just pretending to faint as the two of them had agreed, and with the tacit understanding between the two, Zhao Wenduo's anxious cry, Fu Tingkun would have given her some hints to prove that he was safe and sound no matter what. , asking her not to be too anxious and just continue acting.

However, despite the shouts coming one after another, Fu Tingkun never responded, and Zhao Wenduo's heart instantly sank to the bottom.

The people next to her didn't know, and were still trying to persuade her: "This man has fainted. He won't hear you if you call him. It's better not to bother. Send him to the hospital later and let the doctor check him carefully."

How did they know what was going on here? Zhao Wenduo's mood at the moment could only be described as burning inside and out, but he couldn't talk to anyone, so he could only feel stuffy in his heart. For a moment, he was like an ant on a hot pot, anxious. It's a straight jump.

Fortunately, the big car arrived at this time. Miners, please raise your head. I helped Fu Tingkun get on the car. Someone brought two quilts early and spread them on the car. Lying on them to keep warm can also reduce the pain. Shock, this is already the best condition I can think of.

Zhao Wenduo stayed by the side. The foreman asked two workers to follow him. They were both squatting in the open carriage. Lao Zhou finally jumped into the passenger seat. He was considered the person in charge of this trip and was responsible for paying the money. After all, this man was seriously injured, and he couldn't help without two or three people.

In addition, the driver was followed by four workers. If he had followed the previous plan, let alone with Fu Tingkun, Zhao Wenduo would have been able to bring them down without any pressure at all.

But in this situation, Fu Tingkun really fainted, so it didn't matter what happened. The most important thing was to save him first.