when the moon whispers

Chapter 110 Girl-Vessel
case three girls
31 blood vessels
Liang Ji's voice was trembling when he said the last words, his eyes were evasive and panicked, as if he suddenly fell back into the dangerous situation at the time of the incident, so trapped and frightened that he couldn't bear to look back - Jiang Mo was almost angry with Xu Muyang in this moment. Her substantial gaze poked holes all over her body. She quickly reflected on her irrational and unreasonable questioning behavior. Just as she was about to ask one last question, Xu Muyang already showed the momentum of stopping here. He stood up and straightened his clothes, held Liang Ji's hand behind his back with his fingers intertwined, and nodded to Jiang Mo politely and indifferently.

"I'm sorry, Officer Jiang, it's getting late... Although Liang Ji seemed fine, he was quite frightened after all. We have already gone to the police station to make the necessary notes. We would have had private communication here in the hospital. It's not our obligation. You can't embarrass him and think about the situation over and over again just because you saved his life. If you need to cooperate with us in the future, please follow the normal procedures - you also saw it, He is not in a good condition right now. We will go back today. We will definitely pay for the medical expenses—"

"Last question." Jiang Mo was stunned by Xu Muyang's serious words of instruction. He blinked his eyes to regain his composure, pursed his lips and hesitated for a while, but shamelessly interrupted Xu Muyang's words and looked at him steadily. Liang Ji: "When Hu Jiarui stabbed her with the knife, what did you shout to her?"

"Do not impulse."

Before Jiang Mo could finish speaking, Liang Jiren was already dragged far away by Xu Muyang's arm, but he still stopped, turned his back to Jiang Mo and raised his eyebrows, turned around and replied innocently: "I shouted. It's 'Don't be impulsive, put the knife down', is there a problem?"

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...Is there a problem with shouting this?
At that critical moment, there was certainly nothing wrong with scolding the assailant to put down the blade.

But in an extremely tense confrontation, the person shouting was the hostage who was about to be exchanged and rescued from the dangerous scene. This was somewhat... a good intention, which is another matter.

The timing of Liang Ji's words was too subtle. It was so subtle that it was more like reminding her to kill first and then quickly than to persuade someone to put down the butcher's knife. After all, at the exchange point where the confrontation was about to reverse, Hu Jiarui was in the hands of Hu Jiarui. The knife is the only key that can directly affect the stalemate in an instant.

But then again, other than the timing being wrong, is there anything wrong with such a call?Even if the possible malicious instigation in the speculation can be established, under the direction of the blade, what real significance does Liang Ji's act of causing trouble have?

While Jiang Mo was thinking hard about the solution, Doctor Yu once again confiscated his cell phone and forced him to the hospital bed.

"The earth will still rotate without you, and the sky won't fall down even after you sleep." Yu Luo almost wanted to press his head into the pillow, and helped Jiang Mo tie the awkward buttons that were not fastened neatly with one hand: "I know the names of the people in your team. If there is an emergency, I will call you."

Jiang Mo was wrapped in Yu Luo's shirt of some niche design with half sleeves and sleeves. He really didn't have the energy to confront her, so he could only shrink into the quilt with a frown, and reluctantly looked at his two clothes for a while. The coat was stained with blood and was thrown away as medical waste. Nurse Xiao Huang, who had checked the medicine bottle and pulled it up to the bed curtain, criticized "The body is the capital of the revolution. If you are injured, you must rest as soon as possible." Then she stopped and tilted her head. In her head, she heard her mumbling about someone stealing things from the emergency room recently.

Jiang Mo held the green-peel orange fed by Nurse Xiao Huang in his palm and inhaled the aroma of the orange peel: "Are there any thieves in the emergency room?"

"No, he is so immoral." Nurse Xiao Huang quickly took out all the snacks in her pocket, and piled the bits and pieces on the shelf next to Jiang Mo where the monitor was placed: "But he still doesn't want to steal help. Money, only touch the mobile phone. Some family members are in a hurry and don't care, and some are purely superstitious and say that losing money will avoid disaster. The security guards have not caught you no matter how many times. Why should the doctor take your mobile phone away? The main thing is I’m afraid that your dizzy phone will be lost and you’ll be in trouble, so you can sleep peacefully——”

Jiang Mo was made sleepy by her soft whisper, and he yawned with concern. He barely kept his eyelids open to watch Nurse Xiao Huang run back to the triage table, and was about to close his eyes drowsily.

The bed curtain, which had always been slightly swayed by the flowing air in the emergency room, suddenly moved.The lights that had been dimmed in the hospital bed area trembled inconspicuously, and a tall, fuzzy figure quietly approached, projected on the folded curtains, shaking with ferocious and terrifying traces.

But the curtain was too long, so I couldn't see clearly the soles of my feet under the bed. Even if I strained my ears, I could only hear the soft sound of footsteps that made my hair stand on end, and the dust and gravel scraping the soles of my shoes.

At this moment, the figure outside the curtain silently raised his arm——

Jiang Mo stirred up in his sleep, vaguely remembering that there was a thief. Seeing that sneaky arm just reaching the edge of the bed curtain, he subconsciously turned over and pulled it out firmly and firmly. Holding the wrist of this suspected little thief, in an instant she was surprised at this extremely thin body. She had already grabbed the "little thief" with her backhand and pressed him into the quilt. He begged for mercy in a muffled "wuwuwu" voice, crying for Officer Jiang. Spare his life.

Jiang Mo's brain was suffering from insufficient blood supply at the moment, and his muscle memory was running faster than his brain. He pressed the person under his body before lowering his head in shock. Hearing the sound of sobbing buried in the quilt, he felt a little familiar. He relaxed a little and became sluggish. Then he was dumbfounded to see Shao Jie raise his head with a red face, crying and laughing to complain.

"...Officer Jiang, it hurts...can you let go first?"

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In less than 3 minutes, Yu Luo took Jiang Mo's cell phone, which kept beeping, and hurriedly dragged Nurse Xiao Huang over to pull out the needle that had punctured the blood vessel on the back of her hand, and pulled the needle. The quilt, which was soaked with blood, was balled up several times and handed over to nurse Huang who had finished handling the infusion tube for removal.

"A great hero, right? You're staying in a hospital to recuperate and you still want to help us catch a little thief? Do you want to give you a banner tomorrow?"

Yu Luo first slapped the back of Jiang Mo's head, who turned around to explain a few words. He gasped slightly and opened the gauze from the wound that had been tortured just after the stitches were stitched, while carefully checking whether it had broken open. , while taking the time to raise his eyebrows and raise his eyebrows, he cut out the telephone pole with his back to the hospital bed and tried to turn his cheek to speak for Jiang Mo. He gritted his teeth and said: "Shut up! This is where the problem comes from! How can anyone sneak around in the middle of the night? Came here to visit the sick? You are injured because of her, but if she has someone who takes advantage of her, you have to take advantage of it. Let me tell you-"

Jiang Mo sneered and looked at the telephone pole at the end of the bed with his head drooped and about to cry, and quickly tried to make amends for the unlucky guy who was scolded for nothing: "He wants to contact you, but didn't you confiscate his phone? "

"It's biased... It's like you weren't the one who pushed someone on the bed just now... I said my phone kept vibrating just now. It's probably the call from this guy." Yu Luo pressed the edge of her wound angrily. He pressed lightly on the gauze, glanced at the silly boy who seemed to have drooped ears and tail, and held Jiang Mo's open collar: "Okay, turn around - the wound is fine, it's just that there was a sudden exertion, and the stitching area is a little red. . The arm is ready, and there is still a bottle and a half of medicine. This injection must be injected again..."

Yu Luo removed the hose needle, waved to the dumb boy who was stunned, and nodded Jiang Mo's wrinkled brow.

"If you don't want to watch the pig being killed, come over and help."

(End of this chapter)