Forensic without kites

Chapter 364 For more than ten hours, he tried his best to forget all this, but he felt that it was all in vain
In the operating room, a tense operation lasted from three o'clock in the noon to ten in the middle of the night. Many people, like Wang Beiyao, endured ten hours, which seemed as long as a century.

Finally, a doctor came out of it.

A group of people immediately gathered around.

"Doctor...how is my son?" Wang Beiyao couldn't help trembling.

"Sorry, we have tried our best. The patient was shot in multiple places in the chest. Although it was not critical, the left lung lobe was penetrated by the bullets. Now even if all the bullets are taken out, the patient is very weak because of excessive blood loss... "

"Ah!" She covered her mouth and cried out, staggered, and Gu Qingyun hurriedly supported her.

"Then Doctor, will my son be okay?"

The doctor said calmly: "Just wait and see what happens. If he can survive tonight and the wound is not inflamed, he will be saved."

Zhang Ziqian's pale face was ashen.

He leaned against the corner, feeling pain from the heart to the chest.

His daughter-in-law Xia Lan had already called several times to ask him if he was safe, but he called back all of them in a few words.

In one day, three brothers were killed or injured.

It was dark, and the door of the other operating room was still tightly closed. Ten hours had passed.

Mo Bai's life and death are still uncertain.

He didn't dare to tell Mo Bai's mother, Zizhen, that since the last kidnapping incident, the old man has not recovered, and often has nightmares, which can only be controlled by drugs.

An hour ago, seeing that the doctor hadn't come out yet, he had to call his father, Mo Fei, an old man over sixty years old.

Could it be that when he arrived here, the blood stains on Zhang Ziqian's hands, face and white polo shirt had already dried up, the old man held his hand tightly, looked at him, the wrinkles on his gray-purple lips trembled Before he could speak, two heavy teardrops fell on the back of Zhang Ziqian's hand.

He was so sad that his heart was tormenting.

Could it be that he has not been able to ask a question all this time, holding him with both hands, not for a moment, afraid that if he let go, the hillside will collapse.

He could not utter a word.

The two stood side by side in the windy long corridor. The bluish-white light bulbs on the ceiling in the corridor were shining in the miserable night. Occasionally, the wind blew. Could it be that the pair of pajama pants that were worn underneath rustled? The sound of rustling was very similar to the shrill whimpers of those primates in the long winter forest.

So moved, so helpless, so desperate.

Zhang Ziqian couldn't help but burst into tears.

For the first time in his life, fuck it, he was so sick he just wanted to cry.

The Mercedes Benz spared no effort to smash their car in half, flew up, turned back, and gave the final brutal blow. Mo Bai in the back seat fell from mid-air on the spot in that accident, dozens of The ribs were broken.Stabbed into flesh, lungs, spleen... tens of meters away from him, half of his calf was broken, his head fell to the ground, his face was covered with blood, his eyes were red, whether it was blood or his eyelids were scratched The exposed soft tissue...

But Wuyuan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was robbed by a mysterious killer.

The wrecked car ignited raging flames, and at the other end of the scene, Gu Jingnian had already fainted, and he was still maintaining that position—holding a bloody woman in his palm.

Scarlet blood trickled down his chest, and where he knelt, the pool of blood flowed round and round, like a pool of blood gorilla.

Leaving the scene a bloody mess.

A few minutes later, several ambulances arrived, and several bloody people were pushed into the ambulance.

For more than ten hours, he tried his best to forget all this, but he felt that it was all in vain.These terrible memories were almost engraved into his blood, throbbing with him tremblingly.He hugged Mo Bai who was twitching on the ground, but he didn't dare to move him, for fear of breaking his spine.

He could only kneel on the ground, watching the fresh life flow from him bit by bit with his eyes open.

Powerless.

Mo Bai was still a little conscious before he fell into a coma, clutching his polo shirt, his lips twitched, as if he was talking about something.

But he was too weak.

Zhang Ziqian couldn't hear what he was saying at all, and leaned on his face, he could vaguely hear the pronunciation of "kē".

Later, when the sun was dim, there was a heavy "squeak" sound from the closed and cold door.

He and Mo Fei straightened their backs.

I only heard the tired and flat voice of the doctor: "I'm sorry, we have tried our best. The patient's heart ruptured during the rescue, and he went into cardiac arrest. He has already gone... May I ask who is the family member of the patient..."

There is no other sound in my ears, just a "buzzing" sound, looking back, could it be that that old face, full of ravines, wrinkles that were originally very restrained and sad, are now blooming like the sun, the sun is shining A photo, water sparkling.

"Woooo..."

Several suppressed cries sounded.

Who said the sun won't cry?

Zhang Ziqian turned around slowly, feeling his face was cold, and his heart and cavity were a little numb from the pain.

He also heard someone calling him from behind, and turned around in panic, only to see that person's face was blurred.

It wasn't until someone stepped forward to wipe off the water stains on his face that he finally realized that he was crying in front of his wife Xia Lan.

(End of this chapter)