Young grandma just wants to be the boss

Chapter 667 Dennis' Choice
So no one expected that Dennis committed suicide.

After Qiao Yutian and the others left, he remained calm.

Even though the members of the Yanmeng League obviously held back their anger and didn't fight him, he didn't react at all.

With that mocking sneer on his face all the time, he finished his dinner step by step, accepted the doctor's temperature measurement and routine examination, took the medicine, and went back to his room.

His entire work and rest schedule was the same as usual, so in the middle of the night, when the doctor entered his room to take his temperature, he found out that something had happened.

He really wanted to die, and he specially chose this time when no one would come to him for a few hours, and cut open the blood vessels on his wrist with a fruit knife.

He was also afraid that the blood would not flow clean enough, so he stuffed two hot water bottles next to his arms.

He did not choose to lie on the bed waiting to die, but sat on a bench on the terrace, probably because he was afraid of the cold outside, and the blood froze when it flowed first. In addition, I wrapped a very thick scarf.

The gurgling blood all seeped into the scarf, and when the people of Yanmeng lifted him up, the scarf couldn't bear the weight and fell to the ground.

The originally soft_soft material was now full of blood, and it fell down heavily, making a sound of a heavy object hitting it.

The blood in the wool was splashed out under the heavy blow, spreading bright red on the ground.

The thick color stings everyone's eyes.

No one spoke, and everyone rushed to send him to the hospital for emergency treatment.

So many hours have passed, so much blood has been shed, can it be saved?
No one can answer this question.

In this world, there are too many unsolvable problems, but some people choose to remain silent, while Dennis... chose the most intense decision.

It never occurred to anyone that Dennis would kill himself, even though he was ill now, even though he seemed confused and his memory was always confused.

But he has never been a weak and impulsive person, he can climb out of that hellish environment, he can withstand the misunderstandings and curses of the whole world, and do what he thinks is the most correct thing, he can resist the temptation of bliss that everyone preaches. Confused, stick to your heart, but... He was just misunderstood by the person he likes today.

Or maybe, as Dennis once said, they don't know what kind of life he lives, so don't speculate on his mind casually.

They are not him, and they may never understand, how devastating the "just" in their eyes is to him.

After Qiao Yutian left, he didn't say a word, and the last thing he left to this world was "At any rate, I liked you too, so I won't bother you to do it yourself."

It wasn't until now that everyone understood what he was talking about at that time.

Do you believe me when I say people are not tied by me? Do you believe me when I say I like you? Then risk my life, do you believe it or not?
He's irrational, he's a second grader, and doing so will add to the sense of guilt, and he has survived no matter how big the storm is, it would be sick to commit suicide for such a trivial matter, but that's the kind of person he is.

No one found out that he actually had the idea of ​​suicide a long time ago.

He's not weak, just really tired.

Now that his memory is confused, he has forgotten promises, responsibilities, and betrayals, he can't figure out why he is still alive.

He couldn't remember how he would carry out that whimsical plan at the beginning, and he couldn't remember why he ridiculously thought that he was a lone hero who wanted to save thousands of lives by himself.

All he knows now is that almost all of the people he wants to protect want him to die. It is extremely difficult for him to get out of the Golden Triangle. He wants to explain that he has never been involved in drugs and let those countries withdraw their The arrest warrant is nothing but a dream. In this life, it seems that he can only rot in that place.

He never liked this world, and the world never liked him one day, so why insist on it?
He sat in a daze on a chair in the front yard yesterday, and saw two people around his age laughing and chatting as they walked by.

One of them complained that at the beginning of every month, it was popular to say "xx month, please be nice to me", and then the two laughed for a long time.

Is it funny?
He didn't surf the Internet, and this was the first time he heard this sentence, otherwise he would say this sentence at the beginning of every month during those days when he hadn't given up.

Because from childhood to adulthood, no month has ever been kind to him.

So, let's just die, what's the point of living like a walking corpse like this?

It's better to naively look forward to the next life, maybe in the next life, he can live a little more like a human.

Since he can remember, he has never had the right to be childish. Before he dies, let him be childish once and make such a wish.

When carrying him to the hospital, the people from Yanmeng were too hasty and almost knocked over the small glass greenhouse that Qiao Yutian had seen on the round table on the balcony.

Only then did everyone see that there was a note pressed under the greenhouse.

This note, which looks like a suicide note, has a very calm tone and only one sentence——

"The wedding gift, I don't have time to plant it, so take it away."

It turned out that he had put so much thought into raising the young mistress' favorite flower for the purpose of giving it to the young mistress at the wedding, not some unexpected romantic surprise that they thought they wanted to give to the young mistress in private.

They never seemed to really know him.

They sent the man to the hospital quickly, but it was too long since he cut his wrist, and he lost too much blood...

Yanmeng invited relevant authoritative and famous doctors at home and abroad, but they were too far away, and it was too late for those doctors to come, so they first held a video conference consultation.

The rescue plan was changed one after another, but all the doctors tried their best to save his life.

Or rather, keep half of it.

He's just not dead yet, his vital signs are so weak, he's almost literally dying.

All the famous doctors couldn't guarantee whether he could wake up or not. Everyone said that he could only rely on his own survival consciousness now.

But how could a person with a strong sense of survival commit suicide?

He is now lying in the intensive care unit, all life activities must be maintained by instruments, his body is full of tubes, and so many instruments surround him, almost drowning him.

Qiao Yutian's forehead was pressed against the soundproof glass outside the intensive care unit, her head was in such a mess as if a bomber had been stuffed into it.

Suddenly, a hand came over behind him, one hand wrapped her into a familiar embrace, and the other opened, pressing on her temples on both sides, as if she knew she was uncomfortable without asking, and helped her massage her head.

Such considerate care, of course, can only be the Great Demon King.

His hands are big, and the strength of his massage is very moderate. More importantly, as long as he appears, it will be the greatest comfort to Qiao Yutian.

(End of this chapter)