Falling tonight

He said comforting words, but his voice was so weak, forced and weak, as if he was suffering from great pain.

Zhao Rou reached out and touched his back, her fingers trembling and shaking.

Her fingertips touched a piece of sticky hot liquid. It was so hot that she almost immediately curled up her fingertips, and tears fell instantly.

A lot of blood was shed.

"You, you, hold on, I'll take you to the hospital."

She almost cried, feeling huge powerlessness and panic deep in her heart. She even felt that he was standing in front of her at this moment, blocking the bullet and getting injured, which was more helpless than being kidnapped.

"Don't cry," Mu Zhou comforted her with a smile when he heard her cry.

He tried his best to hold back the pain, sweat dripping from his forehead along his jawline, "Go out first, Gao Songqing is downstairs, take me to find him."

"Okay, okay." Zhao Rou finally cried out.

Half of his body weight was pressing on him. It was so heavy that Zhao Rou could hardly hold it on.

She gritted her teeth and used all her strength to help him walk out, her steps becoming more and more shaky.

The man next to her turned paler and paler, and her heart began to twitch.

A middle-aged man walked towards them. Zhao Rou was frightened, fearing that he was from this organization and was coming to arrest them. Just as she was about to avoid him, he ran straight towards them.

"Mr. Mu!"

Uncle Li was startled when he saw Mu Zhou leaning on Zhao Rou's shoulder, and hurriedly stepped forward to understand the situation, "The old man sent me here, what's going on?"

Being so close, Zhao Rou vaguely remembered that she had seen this person at the door of Xiao Xinyun's old house. He was from the Mu family, not a stranger.

She immediately breathed a sigh of relief and asked for help in a mute voice, "He is injured, Uncle Li, please take us to the hospital quickly."

Mu Zhou raised his eyelids solemnly, and the last thing he realized was that Zhao Rou was handing him into Uncle Li's hand.

He raised his fingers that were hanging weakly by his side, trying to hold Zhao Rou to stop her from leaving.

Stop running and let him search for her traces.

Finally, due to lack of strength, his hand slowly dropped.

……

When I woke up again, it was already dark outside, and the pungent smell of disinfectant from the hospital filled my nose.

Mu Zhou had just regained consciousness and looked to the side, looking for something.

His eyes fell on a figure lying prone beside the bed. His jet-black hair was spread smoothly on the white sheets, with only the back of his head exposed, as if he was sleeping soundly.

Mu Zhou's heart calmed down and he stretched out his hand. Before he could touch her hair, the woman suddenly raised her head.

"Muzhou."

His hand stopped in mid-air, stagnant, touching the wound on his back, and pain came over him.

"Why are you here?"

He retracted his hand, and the tender gaze a second ago turned into a cold gaze, looking at Xiao Xinyun sitting beside the bed for a moment.

"I know you are injured. Come and see you. How do you feel? Do you want to call a doctor?"

Xiao Xinyun's eyebrows were filled with concern.

Mu Zhou closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and asked in a low voice, "Where is she?"

As soon as these two words came out, the concern in Xiao Xinyun's eyes turned cold, and the expression on her face froze.

"Who are you asking?" She pretended not to understand, tilting her head and asking.

The man on the hospital bed had impatience on his brows.

The pain in his body reminded him that even if Zhao Rou blocked a bullet, she would still leave. The first thing he saw when he woke up was not her, but someone else.

What an ungrateful woman.

The door to the ward opened, and Qin Qin and the doctor walked in one after another. When Mu Zhou woke up, the doctor stepped forward to inspect the wound and gave Mu Zhou some instructions. "Mr. Mu, fortunately the bullet did not hit the vital point. We have performed surgery to remove the bullet for you. Pay attention to your self-cultivation recently, avoid strenuous exercise, and keep the wound away from water. You can be discharged from the hospital in about a week."

With tears in her eyes, Qin Qin agreed on Mu Zhou's behalf.

Xiao Xinyun has been sitting by the bed with no intention of leaving.

After the doctor left, Xiao Xinyun stood up and nodded to Qin Qin, "Aunt Qin, let me see Mu Zhou."

Qin Qin nodded lightly, they had just met outside.

Qin Qin was not very enthusiastic or cold, and said, "I will take care of him, you go and eat."

Xiao Xinyun shook her head, "Aunt Qin, let me do it."

It was as if she regarded herself as Mu Zhou's girlfriend.

Qin Qin frowned and was about to speak when Mu Zhou, who had kept his eyes closed, said, "Xiao Xinyun, please go out first. I have something to discuss with my mother."

Evict people without mercy.

Xiao Xinyun gritted her teeth and glanced at Mu Zhou. He didn't even look at her and could only walk out of the ward bitterly.

As soon as Qin Qin sat down, she heard Mu Zhou ask, "Where is she?"

Qin Qin naturally knew who Mu Zhou was talking about, and explained calmly, "Uncle Li sent you to the hospital, and the child Xiaorou came with him. You had a two-hour operation, and she has been operating since then." Wait outside."

Mu Zhou's expression, as cold as winter, gradually turned into as warm as spring.

It turned out that he was wrong and she didn't leave.

Qin Qin sighed softly.

"It can be seen that she is very worried. She has you in her heart. It's just that Xiao Xinyun didn't know where the news came from. After coming here, Xiaorou's mental state is very good. I asked her to rest in the next room."

After saying this, the man on the bed opened his eyes, lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

"I'll go see her."

Qin Qin was startled and hurriedly stopped her, "You didn't hear what the doctor just said. Lie down quickly. You are still infusion. You are dying."

As if he hadn't heard anything, Mu Zhou pulled out the needle on the back of his hand and leaned against the wall to get off the ground.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Mu Zhou and the visitor looked at each other, stunned.

"Why did you get out of bed?"

Zhao Rou frowned and quickly stepped forward to support him. She noticed bright red blood coming out of the pinhole on the back of his hand that was leaning against the wall.

"I didn't see you when I woke up and wanted to find you."

He responded calmly, as if he didn't notice his hand at all.

"I'm here, just lie down."

Zhao Rou pressed the button beside the bed and asked the nurse to come over and reinsert the needle for Muzhou.

After everything was done, Qin Qin felt relieved, turned and left the ward, "I'll go out first and let people prepare dinner."

They were the only two people left in the room.

It was quiet in the senior VIP ward. The two looked at each other and could only hear each other's shallow breathing.

"I thought you left again." Mu Zhou spoke first, looking at the complicated and helpless look in her eyes.

There was no blood on his face, his lips were dry, and he still looked handsome, but he was no longer in his usual high-spirited state.

"No." Zhao Rou sat down on the chair.

She picked up the water glass on the table and handed it to his mouth, staring at his lips, "No matter how you are hurt because of me, I have to see that you are safe and sound before I can leave with peace of mind."

Mu Zhou lowered his head and took a sip. His lips were slightly moisturized and his throat felt refreshed.