Jiang Jiusheng still had a cigarette in his hand. He didn't light it. He was silent for a long time. He pressed his voice: "I just sent two traffic accident patients. They are mo Bing's parents."

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Mo Bing holds on to the wall, clenches her lips tightly, and big tears in her eyes don't fall. She takes a deep breath: "Sheng Sheng, what do you say?"

Jiang Jiusheng holds her, and every word is solemn: "listen, Mo Bing, you can't fall down. Uncle and aunt's operation requires you to sign. You must hold on to me."

She could hardly stand, her body was tottering, she was holding on, her hands were holding Jiang Jiusheng's clothes, her pale lips were bitten by her.

"Sheng Sheng,"

when she opened her mouth, her voice trembled and the whole person trembled. Like grasping the last straw for life, she clutched Jiang Jiusheng's hand: "can you let Shijin master the knife?" She choked, red eyes, tears but not a drop, "let him save my parents, let him help me."

Tone, almost begging.

How desperate she had to be, she couldn't see anything alive in her eyes.

Jiang Jiusheng clenched her hand and nodded: "mm-hmm, it's Shijin. It's his main knife. He has good medical skills and will be OK."

Mo Binghong looks, nods and sits on the ground with a soft leg.

Lin Anzhi squats beside her, she doesn't cry, he tears.

In the operating room, the broken line of heart rate on the monitor suddenly drops, giving out a rapid alarm sound.

The anesthesiologist's eyelid gave a sharp jump: "the patient's arterial bleeding, heart rate dropped rapidly, and blood pressure was less than 60."

Operation shadowless light, when Jin did not look up, the forehead covered with a thick layer of thin sweat, he raised his hand: "tweezers."

The assistant physician immediately handed over the forceps.

When Jin's movement is faster and faster, the head nurse Liu's heart is hanging to her throat, so she hurriedly wipes the doctor's sweat.

"Hemostatic forceps." When Jin's voice was quiet, there was no disturbance.

Dr Cui just handed over the hemostatic forceps. The anesthesiologist beside the monitor said: "the patient's heart stopped!"

The medical staff in the operating room took a breath.

The patient is a car accident patient. The pericardium is damaged, the aorta is ruptured, the amount of bleeding is too large, the operation is very difficult, and the success rate is less than 10%.

During the operation, the patient had cardiac arrest.

It's almost impossible

When Jin action did not stop, the speed of hand stitching is faster and faster: "strengthen rehydration."

Dr Cui did it immediately.

Shijin said again, "resuscitate the heart."

Stop stitching and start resuscitation.

After repeated for more than ten times, the broken line of heart rate on the monitor still had no movement. Dr. Cui was a little anxious: "there was still no heartbeat."

Everyone was a little flustered, but when Jin was calm and self-contained, wearing a mask, long eyelashes drooping, in the eyelids fall profile, sterile gloves are full of blood, he went on in an orderly manner: "maintain artificial circulation."

"Electric shock."

"260 watts."

"Three times."

"Continue."

"300 watts, go on."

In the operating room, there is only the voice of Shijin. Every word is not urgent. Like the God of life and death, he controls all the changes and connections. His life is hanging in the line. He is still firm. His tiny red pupils are a little grumpy, but he is elegant and profound. He is like a gentleman.

"Doctor, the heart is beating again!" The anesthesiologist was so happy that he almost cried out.

Shi Jin said lightly: "needle holder."

Dr. Cui immediately handed it over. His heart was stable.

"Round head scalpel."

"Forceps."

“....”

Infusion drips in the soft voice, when Jin's voice is not warm and not fire, as light as a small stone thrown into the calm lake.

Three hours later, Mo Bing's mother was pushed out of the operating room. The doctor in charge of the operation was director Wu of general foreign affairs.

Director Wu took a sigh of relief and said to the patient's family: "the operation was very successful, and it can be transferred to the general ward."

The patient's family members were also dressed in sick clothes, thin enough to blow down in a gust of wind. She was very calm, but her eyes were bleak, and she said, "thank you."

Mo Bing's mother turned to the general ward, and Mingyao was watching.

Mo Bing is outside the operating room of cardiac surgery.

Her father's pericardial injury, bleeding, by Shijin main knife, the operation lasted for eight hours, when Jin came out of the operating room, it was dark.

He had blood stains on his sterile surgical gown.

Mo Bing's wrists are still hanging with water. The patient's clothes are wrapped in thick cotton padded clothes. His short hair is over his shoulders. His thin face is only the size of a palm. It's as white as a Xuan paper for painting.

Jiang Jiusheng accompanies her.

"How is my father?" asked Mo Bing

When Jin took a look at Jiang Jiusheng, her eyebrows were not loosened. "It's still in danger period, and complications may occur within 24 hours," she paused, and sank her voice, "please be prepared psychologically."Mo Bing stumbles and holds Jiang Jiusheng's hand without saying a word.

Lin Anzhi stands far behind, steps out, takes back, repeatedly, but still dare not approach, what qualification does he have

Seventeen hours later, Shijin gave the first notice of danger.

Mo Bing is staying outside the intensive care room. Jiang Jiusheng accompanies her without saying a word. But after a while, she will ask the nurse to help Mo Bing change the medicine on the infusion stand.

She sat there for a long time, and suddenly she said, "An Zhi."

Lin Anzhi immediately went to her side, squatted down to see her: "huh?"

She hung her head, murmured, and said to herself, "it's all my fault."

"No." Lin Anzhi shook his head hard and held her hand tightly. "It's not you, it's nothing to do with you."

Mo Bing didn't hear it. He kept on whispering. His voice seemed to float in the air. The wind was blowing. He was so airy and powerless: "before the accident, my mother and I were on the phone. She and my father were on holiday. Because we couldn't rest assured, we turned to Jiangbei." She raised her eyelids, tears finally couldn't help, fiercely smashing down, "it's all me, it's all because of me."

Lin Anzhi shakes his head in panic. The despair in his eyes gradually covers the brilliance. For a moment, the vicissitudes are desolate. When he opens his mouth, he chokes: "it's not your fault. It's my fault. It's my fault."

"Anzhi," Mo Bing looked up at him and said calmly, "let's break it."

Twenty seven hours after the operation, Mo Bing's father regained consciousness and was out of danger. Then, she fell down, slept for two days, then woke up, the whole person was in a trance, thin out of phase.

That day, reporters crouching at the door of the hospital, Tianyu media all sued the court for intentional injury.

Jiang Jiusheng made a statement that Mo Bing was injured and all activities were suspended.

On the Internet, the heat of Mo Bing, the gold broker of movie star Lin Anzhi's derailment, can't be lowered all the time. The three parties have not made a voice so far.

On the third day, Lin Anzhi went to Warner.

Outside the president's room, the Secretary said, "President Wen, Lin Anzhi is here."

Wenshuling was sitting in the boss's chair, with a leisurely posture, as if he had a ready mind, without any surprise. He got up, went to the sofa, and sat down: "let him in."

Lin Anzhi enters the office and the door is closed.

Wenshuning raised his head and chuckled: "I knew you would come back."

He was dressed in black. His hair was longer, covering his eyes. "You brought those reporters?"

As soon as the opening, the voice is hoarse and dry, without a trace of temperature, like ice cream in the heart of a cone, which is bone chilling.

Wenshuning recognized with great dignity: "yes."

Lin Anzhi's shoulders are stiff for a while, he looks up and shows his eyes, which are extremely Yin and fierce.

"Wenshuning," he strode forward, "go to hell."

He took out a knife from under his coat, jumped forward and stabbed wenshuning in the stomach with red eyes.

At dusk, the dusk is a light orange red. The sun in the west is half red. It hides in the horizon little by little. The night wind is hot and dry. There are clouds in the sky. It seems that the sky is going to change.

Jiang Jiusheng pushes the door open and enters the ward.

Mo Bing's father is not awake yet. He lives in a ward with his mother. Yun Shi has gone to sleep. Mo Bing is in a wheelchair. In front of the window, she looks at the sunset outside the tall building. The sunset falls on her face. After a layer of light crimson, her thin face adds a little color of blood.

Jiang Jiusheng comes forward: "Mo Bing."

She also looked out of the window and said, "well."

Jiang Jiusheng said, "Lin Anzhi is in prison."

She was silent.

For a long time, she whispered, "Oh."

She took back her eyes, pushed the wheelchair, moved to her father's hospital bed, wiped his hand with a pad, bowed her head, tears, and fell into the basin.

The sky suddenly changed outside the window, and the clouds were thick.

It rained for several days in succession. In the plum rain season, the cities in the south are always wet and drizzly. It has to be tangled up.

Mo Bing has been in the hospital. A week later, Jiang Jiusheng began to announce that the agent around him had changed. It was Hu Mingyu, the private secretary of Yuwen storming. Hu Mingyu had the experience of an agent and temporarily took Mo Bing's place.

The right and wrong on the Internet are endless. Tianyu media sued the media and was discussed for a long time outside and inside the circle. People don't know the inside information, there are no photos, and there is no monitoring. The whole process of the case is kept secret. In short, the momentum is like killing those journalists.

Yuwen's family has a face in the end. To cover up the situation, the media can't find any useful explosive points, so they turn their attention. All the spearheads point to Tianyu's gold brokers again.

At a film festival, a reporter asked Jiang Jiusheng about Mo Bing.

"Sheng Sheng, about your agent --"

JIANG Jiusheng interrupts. His eyes, which had no emotion at all, flutter with floating light: "do you want to ask her if she is a third party?"The reporter stopped talking and was overwhelmed by the suddenly low pressure.

Jiang Jiusheng did not seem to see the reporter's embarrassment. He opened his mouth and said, "No." She raised the volume and looked at the camera. "Today's multimedia is here. I use your camera to say that my agent didn't interfere with anyone's feelings. In the future, if there's no evidence, I'll see you in court."

Everyone was silent and the spotlight flashed wildly, reflecting the cold peach blossom eyes and cold stars standing on the red carpet.

After that day, one after another, some newspapers suffered. Jiang Jiusheng's studio issued several successive statements of safeguarding rights, which were directly solved by law.

The hot topic of Mo Bing has dropped a lot. However, there are still many keyboard parties chasing after and attacking. The photos of Mo Bing and Lin Anzhi entering and leaving the apartment and hospital are still wildly spread on the Internet, and the comments of Xiao San can not be suppressed.

Later, the official microblog of Tianyu came out to refute the rumour, and confessed the relationship between Mo Bing and Lin Anzhi, with two words: brother and sister.

Attached are the photos of the two when they were young, family photo and household registration certificate.

When the news came out, several Weibo big V's and media newspapers that attacked Mo Bing as the third party apologized, but it was too late.

Jiang Jiusheng was sent to the court one by one and sued to the end.

After half a month, the weather turned fine, Mo Bing's parents' condition was basically stable, and they still needed to stay in the hospital for rest. However, they were determined to transfer to Picheng, and Mo Bing went back with them. She didn't tell anyone except Jiang Jiusheng.

That day, it was cloudy.

Only Jiang Jiusheng went to see her off. People came and went at the railway station. Mo Bing didn't let her see her off. She parked the car in a quiet corner. Mo Bing didn't bring anything. Her luggage was still in Lin Anzhi's apartment. She said no, let Mingyao throw it away.

The wind is very strong, blowing up the clothes. Mo Bing has lost a lot of weight. It seems that a gust of wind can blow her away.

Jiang Jiusheng wears sunglasses and masks, and her mood at the bottom of her eyes is gone: "will she come back?"

Mo Bing smiled at her: "of course."

There are many words, Jiang Jiusheng has been silent for a long time, but only said three words: "I wait for you."

Mo Bing comes forward and hugs her. Her voice floats in the wind. It's very ethereal: "Sheng Sheng, thank you." There are too many things to thank. I don't know how to thank you when I leave.

Jiang Jiusheng is such a person. If you are distracted by her, she will be full of sincerity and be a friend. I'm very lucky. Mo Bing thought that she would never meet a better person than Jiang Jiusheng again.

"Don't think about anything back home," she patted her shoulder. "Forget it, eh?"

"I can't forget it." The wind was so strong that her eyes were red. Mo Bingsong opened his hand and stepped back. She said, "I'll come back when I don't cry again."

Then she waved to Jiang Jiusheng and walked into the crowd.

People came and went to the station, pedestrians were in a hurry, the wind was blowing, the clothes were shaking, the sky was overcast, there was no shadow on the ground, the tide had not yet dissipated in Huangmei season, and the air was still cold.

Farewell, only to find, there are many words not said, looking at strange passers-by, suddenly sigh.

Entering the station, Mo Bing's mother sat in front of the bed, holding her husband's hand, and called Mo Bing to her side: "baby, don't hate or blame anyone, the days are still very long, just live, it will pass."

Mo Bing lies on her mother's lap and cries.

Jiang Jiusheng goes back to the car and takes off his sunglasses. His eyes are red.

When Jin holds her face to see: "cried?"

"No, it's windy." Jiang Jiusheng twisted his eyebrows and looked at the crowded crowd. "It's hard."

He held her in his arms, said nothing, and patted her on the back.

After calming down, Jiang Jiusheng asked Shijin, "why didn't Lin Anzhi come out of the detention center? Who blocked it? "

"Wenshuning," Shijin said

Wenshuning was stabbed by Lin Anzhi. He didn't hurt the key point, but he took off a layer of skin. After lying in the hospital for half a month, he thought that he had been stabbed by the knife. It was time to end. But the whole thing was kept secret and covered tightly.

Jiang Jiusheng falls into an accident: "she hasn't died yet?"

When Jin nodded: "that woman is a madman." The people of Wen family are more and more vicious.

Jiang Jiusheng thought for a moment and looked up at Shi Jin: "if it's not too much trouble, can you help him once?"

Lin Anzhi cares about Mo Bing too much. At this point, it's impossible to be rational. She's afraid that Lin Anzhi will come out of the prison and go to wenshuning to die together.

"Sheng Sheng, I don't mind my own business." Jiang Jiusheng wants to say it, but Jin's voice turns. "But I hate people who make you unhappy."

Jiangbei detention center.

Across a glass wall, Lin Anzhi has a slovenly beard, a depressed body, and a prison uniform. The whole person is so emaciated and decadent that he has a pair of dead eyes. However, two clusters of flames burn more and more fiercely.

He stared at the person opposite, like a wild animal. If he didn't know where, he would smash the glass, jump out and tear the neck of the other person.After the serious injury, wenshuning's face was still morbid, without blood color and pale skin color, which was in sharp contrast with lipstick on his lips, and outlined a smile like arc: "it's a pity that I didn't get killed by a knife?"

Lin Anzhi kicked the stool, turned around and left. He didn't have to deal with it. He just wanted to kill her.

Wenshuning leisurely: "Mo Bing has come to see me."

He suddenly stopped.

The man behind raised his eyelids and continued to say slowly: "she said that she and you will never be able to, let me withdraw and let you go."

His back was stiff, he shuddered, his hands were clenched into fists, he bit his teeth, his mouth was sweet.

When it comes to his heart cinnabar, the dead man comes to life. Wenshuning gets up and presses the aching abdomen. The wound is painful and itchy. The heart is like a knife. It is also painful and itchy when it is shaved carefully.

I'm not happy.

She propped herself up to the hole in the soundproof glass and raised her voice: "I can withdraw the lawsuit, but you want to be engaged to me."

When Lin Anzhi heard this, he turned his head. He was a fierce beast with eyes. He was evil and aggressive: "not afraid of death?"

Wenshuning met his hot eyes impartially: "I don't think you will." The corner of the mouth out a smile, publicity and wanton, "dare to gamble with me once?"

She knows this man, and when he is forced to the extreme, his heart will be stronger.

They are of the same kind.

Lin Anzhi sneers: "madman."

Yes, they are all nuts.

Wenshuning said with kindness: "I didn't realize that I would be so crazy before. Even before I found the existence of Mo Bing, I wanted to let you cheat for a lifetime." She smiled, red lips like flames. "Lin Anzhi, you made me. I don't want to be cheated. I want to trap you."

In addition to asking for her life, he also wants, which is her chips. As long as he still has desire, based on hatred, based on ambition, he can't let go, then she can catch him.

She asked him, "dare you? Play with me. "

Isn't it revenge?

That's the end of it. I've been pestering you all my life.

In the afternoon, another person came to the detention house.

The officer in charge of the prisoner's interview registration checks the information and asks, "who can I see?"

It was Zhao Tengfei, the deputy team of the criminal investigation team, who personally brought people over and said, "Lin Anzhi."

It's Lin Anzhi again.

"Lin Anzhi has no visits today. Let him come back tomorrow."

Zhao Tengfei leaned over a little and covered his mouth: "it's the sixth minority of the Qin family."

Qin's family is small in number six, and its name is too big, especially in the police station. That's the focus of bold capitals. Can you stop it? No!

Comrade Constable took out the registration form: "what evil wind blows today? How did it bring the Qin family?"

Zhao Tengfei, he doesn't know what kind of evil wind has blown recently. Captain Huo and Shijin, who look like devil, are getting closer and closer. They are in a collusive position.

Because the visitor is Shijin, specially gave a little convenience, opened a meeting room, but also on a cup of tea, the best Tieguanyin in the Institute.

Shijin sat with her posture relaxed: "do you want to go out?"

Lin did not respond.

When Jin picked up the cup and took a sip: "do you want to revenge?"

He raised his head immediately.

Well, it's good to know revenge.

When Jin is not quick and slow, she seems to stay out of the business and has no mood. She adds, "not only your three lives in Lin family, but also your children, as well." he slightly coagulates his eyes, warm eyes, like a cold star, slowly opens his lips, "Mo Bing's parents."

What do you mean

"Wenshuning has been staring at Mo Bing's parents for three months. That accident was not an accident."

When Jin's words fell, Lin Anzhi's eyes were full of blood, clenched his fists and made a sound of bone squeezing.

I'm very angry. I just want to kill people.

I'm afraid that people go out and don't have the patience to take a long-term plan. His family's worry is right. Compared with careful planning and using correct and legal means to retaliate, Lin Anzhi under heavy attack is obviously more inclined to be violent and direct, such as killing people and setting fire.

When Jin light asked: "want to kill her?"

Lin Anzhi gnawed his teeth and asked, "doesn't she deserve to die?"

It's damned. But whoever says that damned people should be killed. Of course, it's more crazy to deal with crazy people.

When Jin is not warm, she throws two words: "stupid." His voice is bleary and lazy, without waves and waves. In the clear and moist environment, he is carrying a bit of biting wind, like an outsider, with light and elegant clouds. "The best way is not to kill people, but to make them beg for death, not dirty their hands."

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