Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

She stretched out her trembling hand and stroked his bloody head. The blood soaked her hand. She trembled in his ear and called his name: "Qi Aozhi, there are so many debts between us. You must wake up to me. Do you hear me, do you hear me..."

She cried, but he did not get a trace of response, he lay there motionless, lip color a little bit pale, life on the loss of a little bit.

Her whole body can't restrain shaking, will he die, will he? The billboard, with the weight of cast iron, came down from such a high place. Her fear expanded a little bit. She took out her mobile phone from her bag and dialed the emergency call of the hospital.

While waiting for the ambulance, she leaned his head against her arms, only to see that the blood on his head was still kept. She bit her teeth, took off her coat, tore long strips, and wrapped the wound for him. However, these were all in vain, and could not stop the continuous loss of blood. She was so anxious that she didn't dare to move him around. She had to wait passively for the arrival of the emergency ambulance.

The ambulance arrived five minutes later, but for Jiang Shiyu, it was as long as a century

Seeing the doctor come down from the ambulance, seeing the doctor give him the initial treatment of the wound, seeing the doctor quickly give him oxygen, her heart just had a little bit of fall, just felt a little bit of hope.

On arriving at the hospital, Qi Aozhi was sent to the operating room. Jiang Shiyu stood at the door of the operating room, looking at the thin door of the operating room, but it blocked him and her so far. She only knew that he had left a lot of blood, but the doctor told her that the trauma was not the most important. What was fatal was that there was bleeding in his skull, and how serious it was after the operation.

How serious will it be? Jiang Shiyu doesn't dare to think about it any more. She can only wait passively, waiting for the verdict of fate. She has hated him for so many years. She deliberately designs the means to revenge him. However, between life and death, everything is no longer important

She went to the window, hands together, countless emotions poured into my heart, but condensed into a sentence: God, please let him well.

Xu Jia rushed to the door of the operating room and saw the scene.

A woman with blood stains all over her body looks embarrassed and haggard. However, she stood there, her hands clasped in front of her chest, and her eyebrows were clear and solemn.

However, Xu Jia's mood was even more inflamed by Jiang Shiyu's appearance. If it weren't for her, how could brother Qi do this? And she can be so calm.

Xu Jia rushes up, leaving behind her so-called politeness and self-cultivation. She grabs Jiang Shiyu's shoulder and asks in a loud voice, "why did Mr. Qi have an accident? How did he go to the airport well, get hurt, and get together with you?"

Jiang Shiyu's shoulder is firmly grasped by Xu Jia. She raises her eyes and looks at the tension and worry on Xu Jia's face. At this moment, she understands that this girl named Xu Jia is deeply in love with the man in the operating room, so she has such excitement and anger.

In the face of Xu Jia's hostile eyes, Jiang Shiyu didn't dodge. Her eyes fixed on Xu Jia, and then said in a low voice: "he was hit on the head by a billboard on a high building in order to save me. Besides trauma, there was intracranial hemorrhage..."