Chapitre 344: 344. Mo Lichuan, you ruined her!
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Then, he said meaningfully to Lu Huanzi, "don't be stupid, understand? "
Lu Huanzi was silent for a while.
Song Beibei held her hand tightly. "promise me, don't do anything stupid, okay? " "I know you're in pain, I know all your beliefs have collapsed, but no matter what, you still have to live well, because things will pass. There will always be a time in life when you can't see any hope, no sunlight, but if you look up, maybe there will be starlight. No matter how long the night is, the sun will still rise. The most important thing is not to give up hope, or only then will there be hope. "
Lu Huanzi suddenly smiled. "When did you learn to be full of chicken soup? "
Song Beibei was anxious. "I'm speaking the truth. I've been there. "
Lu Huanzi smiled and said, "Beibei, you must be happy in the future. You've survived so many hardships. You must live well in the future. "
Song Beibei felt inexplicably uneasy.
In the evening, Song Beibei took Lu Huanzi to see the cherry blossoms.
The Mountains and plains were filled with romance.
A Pink Ocean was like a fairy tale.
Lu Huanzi said, "it's really too beautiful. Seeing this kind of scenery gives me a feeling of having no regrets in my life. "
Song Beibei felt that something was wrong.
After repeatedly persuading her, Lu Huanzi also agreed readily.
But she did not expect that something would still happen at night.
The orphanage was a public bathroom.
Lu Huanzi came back after taking a shower and laid down on the bed.
After walking on the mountain for a whole day, both of them were very tired.
When they went down the mountain today, Lu Huanzi tripped on a rock and fell on the hillside. Although she was fine, her clothes and coat were dirty.
When they came out, they didn't bring much clothes.
Song Beibei Thought of washing her coat.
If she hung it overnight, she would be able to wear it tomorrow.
The orphanage had a special laundry pool for washing clothes.
But it was a little far from where she lived.
Song Beibei saw that Lu Huanzi was already lying down and seemed very tired.
She tiptoed out with the washing basin in her arms.
When she came back, Lu Huanzi was already asleep.
She seemed to be sleeping very soundly.
She carried her body on her back.
Song Beibei gently covered her with the blanket and laid down beside her.
That night, Song Beibei could not fall asleep.
For some reason, she felt dizzy and nauseous.
There seemed to be a faint pungent smell in the air.
However, Song Beibei did not take it to heart.
Later, Song Beibei finally fell asleep in a daze for a while, but she was awakened by a nightmare.
She actually dreamt of anning again.
Anning sank into the water and reached out her hand towards her. Her mouth kept saying something. Song Beibei listened for a long time before she vaguely realized that anning was calling for help.
Later on, an Ning's face became Lu Huanzi's.
She was also submerged in the water, but she smiled and said goodbye to Song Beibei.
The two faces continued to overlap, and their speed became faster and faster.
Song Beibei was finally awakened by the shock.
Song Beibei took the phone by the bed.
It was three in the morning.
Song Beibei turned her head to look at the person beside her.
Lu Huanzi seemed to still be in a deep sleep, without a sound.
For some reason, it was probably that dream that made Song Beibei feel especially scared.
Or perhaps it was because she had just screamed.
However, Lu Huanzi actually did not have any reaction at all.
Song Beibei went over and found that Lu Huanzi had almost stopped breathing.
Her heart sank.
Meng di began to shake Lu Huanzi.
Lu Huanzi's entire body was turned over. Her Lips were blue and purple, but there was no reaction.
Song Beibei was really scared.
The ambulance only arrived ten minutes later.
During these ten minutes, Song Beibei really experienced what it meant to be tormented by every minute and second.
Lu Huanzi was quickly sent to the hospital.
The gastric lavage and resuscitation took five hours.
When the sky was bright, Mo Lichuan had already rushed over.
But Lu Huanzi still did not wake up.
Song Beibei kept blaming herself.
"It's all my fault. I should have looked after her. I clearly felt that something was wrong, but I still left. I'm such a bastard. It's all my fault. "
Mo Lichuan did not say a word at the side.
He only punched the wall in pain. The injury instantly caused blood to flow out.
Song Beibei felt that she had been waiting for too long.
Many people were waiting outside the hospital.
Gu Wanjing and the old hospital director were among them.
No one had expected such a thing to happen. The old hospital director just kept sighing while Gu Wanjing kept supporting her.
Gu Yanqing made a few phone calls to Song Beibei.
Song Beibei was at a loss. She said a few words in a daze before she hugged her phone and burst into tears.
Gu Yanqing flew over directly from Hong Kong city.
When he arrived, the doctor and nurse just happened to come out of the resuscitation room.
Mo Lichuan rushed up and almost shouted, "how is she! How is she? "
The doctor slowly took off his mask His face was silent, "we've tried our best, but the patient has swallowed not just ordinary tranquilizers, but a sleeping pill that will cause great damage to the nervous system in a short period of time. Her organ failure is serious, and she is still in a deep, deep coma. I'm afraid she won't be able to survive tonight. "
Mo Lichuan threw a punch at her, "quack! If she dies, I'll tear down your hospital! "
Song Beibei's legs gave way, and she felt her vision go black. She fell backward and fell into Gu Yanqing's arms.
When Song Beibei woke up, it was already two hours later.
Gu Yanqing was standing by her side.
Song Beibei looked at that face in a daze and gradually regained consciousness.
Meng ran sat up. "Huanzi woke up, didn't she? She has woken up, hasn't she? This is a dream, isn't it? Gu Yanqing, tell me, this isn't real, isn't it? "
Gu Yanqing was silent.
He stood up and sat beside Song Beibei.
Then he gently pulled her into his arms. "She will wake up. "
Song Beibei was stunned for a moment, and her tears fell again.
She held onto Gu Yanqing's arm and sobbed Self-blame and guilt wrapped around her neck like a poisonous snake. "It's my fault. I've clearly realized it. It's all my fault. I was afraid that she would do something stupid, so I brought her out to relax. How could this be? How could this be? It's all my fault. It's all my fault. "
Gu Yanqing said, "don't take all the blame on yourself. If she really can't take it lying down, you can look at it for a while, but you won't be able to look at it for the rest of your life. Now is not the time to blame yourself. Don't think too much. "
Song Beibei let go of Gu Yanqing. "where is she? How is she now? I want to go see her. "
When Song Beibei saw Lu Huanzi here, she was lying in the ICU.
She was wearing an oxygen mask and her face was Pale.
Mo Lichuan stood outside the transparent glass of the ICU.
He was silent as he looked at the pale face inside without saying a word.
There was a patch of blood on his hand that had coagulated. The blood had turned dark red and it was a shocking sight.
Song Beibei rushed over She kicked Mo Lichuan fiercely. "You bastard, why did you force him to such a step? What did you do to her? She used to be so heartless and happy. Mo Lichuan, it's all because of you that she was ruined! "
Mo Lichuan did not say a word and allowed Song Beibei to punch and kick him.
Later, it was Gu Yanqing who came over and pulled Song Beibei back.
Song Beibei slapped herself hard again. "I'm also a bastard, I'm also a bastard. Why didn't I keep an eye on her? ! Why did I go out? ! "
Gu Yanqing rushed up and grabbed Song Beibei's hand. "Are you crazy? "
Song Beibei looked at the person behind the glass. It was very quiet, as if she was asleep.
Song Beibei couldn't stop crying.
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