Good Morning, Dear

Shen Jun drove to the place where the accident happened. While driving, he connected to the scene to understand the latest situation.

The ambulance hasn't arrived yet.

The fire engine is on its way.

The bodyguard is trying to pry the door and try to move Mo Li out first.

Mo Li's front was all flat, and the whole person was embedded in the driver's seat. His head was seriously injured and bleeding. A bodyguard reached in from the window and dragged him. He could still feel his pulse and breathing.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, he's still alive." Shen Jun stepped on the code and urged them to call to make the ambulance faster and faster.

Cheng Qingyao was shaking more violently than when any bad news came. She cried all over her face, but she didn't know she was crying.

She called again and again with her mobile phone and cried, "Mo Li, answer the phone... Mo Li, do you think I will blame you, so you dare not go home... Mo Li, I'll wait for you at home until now, don't you know... Mo Li, answer the phone, answer the phone..."

My voice is crying hoarse. The phone hasn't been connected yet!

Mo Li lay on the steering wheel, with little consciousness supporting him. The mobile phone crashed into the car and went out in front of him. He could see that it was Yao Yao's phone. The finger moved and moved in the direction of the mobile phone, but it couldn't move much and couldn't get the mobile phone.

The blood was flowing all the time, flowing all over his face and down his fingers one by one!

The phone stopped and then rang again, urging everyone to hear her cry. She can cry very well. She cried loudly the first time she had a head injury.

"Don't... Cry... Yao Yao... No... cry..." he was tired and his consciousness drifted farther and farther with the lost blood. He seemed to see her and could still hear her voice.

"Hello, Dr. Mo, I'm the Chief Secretary of manager AI. My name is Cheng Qingyao. You can call me Xiao Cheng or secretary Cheng."

"Is Dr. Mo going in to wait for manager AI, or to wait in the reception room?"

"What would Dr. Mo like to drink, white water or coffee?"

"Doctor Mo, I already have a man and can no longer accept your pursuit."

"Doctor Mo, I can kiss you, but I can't give you a body."

"Mo Li, don't push an inch."

……

A lot of her, all kinds of her, sometimes cold, sometimes serious and indifferent, and sometimes angry. She had better look angry, her cheeks bulging and her eyes wide and round.

He said he loved her, but he never said he loved her when she was angry!

However, he said, he likes everything she looks like!

Yao Yao!

The finger stretched out toward the direction of nothingness, seemed to lift it up, and seemed to touch him... What's the sound in your ear? So messy, so harsh? Who's calling for fire fighting

How noisy!

It's so annoying!

Mo Li closed his eyes and hung his hands powerlessly in the air. The mobile phone no longer rings, but Cheng Qingyao's broken voice is clearly close at hand. It seems that she can still feel her temperature.

Cheng Qingyao has arrived at the scene and has been frightened by the chaos at the scene. Her legs are soft and dare not be soft. She rushes to the window, rushes to the co pilot's cab and holds his cold and bloody hand: "Mo Li, don't do this. I don't blame you. I don't blame you. I don't blame you... Mo Li, don't scare me. I don't want you to do this. Do you hear me? I want you, I want you, I want you..."

Mo Li is already very tired, so tired that he doesn't want to struggle anymore, so tired that he wants to give up directly.

He has no face to face Cheng Qingyao. She has only one dependent mother. He still remembers Yang Sha crying when she fell into the earth.

Giving up or his best way out!

But in his heart, he was so reluctant and unwilling. He was a doctor, and it was his bounden duty to save the lives and heal the wounded. He had never hurt any patient. Even if there was a glimmer of hope, he would fight for it. How many days and nights, he threw himself in the operating room. How many days and nights, he threw himself in the library. Just for that little hope and the little smile of his family, he never thought of giving up any patient 。

However, why? Why do you get into such a homicide? Unwilling to give up, tears fall from the corners of your eyes, but you can't see which is tears and which is blood.

Cheng Qingyao was pulled out by firefighters because she hindered the rescue. A firefighter got in, took her place and cut inside.

The squeaking sound was deafening. Cheng Qingyao's cry was drowned and could not be found. Mo Li's mind drifted farther and farther.

"Mo Li, I love you."

"I'll never leave you again. Believe me, we've always been together."

"Mo Li, I'm in pain all over now. I'm out of breath as soon as I leave. I'm afraid I can't go out with you in the future. In this way, will you dislike me? Will you not take me to play?"

"Mo Li, think like you. As soon as I was born, I thought she was like you."

"Husband, I don't want to get married in July. It's too hot. It's so hot that I sweat all over my body. My makeup will be beautiful. How about October? It's OK in November. It's neither hot nor cold. I can change several different wedding dresses."

"Husband, do you think mom doesn't hate me as much as before?"

"Husband, husband, husband..."

The distant consciousness floated back again. He heard the squeaking sound and her crying voice: "you promised me, you promised me, how to go out and how to come back... Mo Li, you liar, you liar... I don't want, I don't want..."

"Mrs. Mo, calm down. You will affect the progress of our rescue. Someone, help Mrs. Mo to the back."

Mo Li was in a hurry. The blood flow was faster than before. His fingers moved again and again... No, don't drive her away, don't drive her away... Poof, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. I don't know what squeezed him was removed. The pressure on his chest didn't adjust well, forcing a mouthful of red blood

Mo Li was too tight to bear the pain. He completely died in the past without any consciousness.

As soon as Cheng Qingyao was pulled away, there were seven miscellaneous calls from behind.

"Come on, hold it up and move out."

"Be careful... His right rib is broken... His head is seriously injured and the wound is unknown for the time being... His left leg is clamped and the cutting machine comes... All right, move out, move out..."

"Come on, stop the bleeding."

"Measure blood pressure."

"Blood transfusion."

"How much is the heart rate... Injection, hurry up, hurry up and restore the heartbeat... Family members, ask family members to come and get on the bus together. The patient is in poor condition and has weak survival consciousness..."

Cheng Qingyao died twice, but she didn't know the scene of her death. She was very dizzy and didn't know how she got on the bus. She sat in the back, close to the car, and the doctors and nurses were cleaning and rescuing in front.

Mo Li lay there, motionless and covered with blood. He was strange to her. She didn't know him. When did he become like this.

"The family came and called him to stimulate his sense of survival." the heart rhythm jumped into a straight line again. Life was urgent again. The nurse dragged her impolitely.

And she was hurt by his wound. She couldn't say anything. She just cried, crying above his head. Cry earth shaking, cry deafening.

The doctor was too busy rescuing her to take care of her. It was better to recover the heart rhythm and aggravate the medicine.

All the way, she was crying and the doctors were rescuing.

Finally, it is determined that the head injury is in the old position and belongs to secondary injury.

The dean said before that the result of head injury is either stupidity, coma or amnesia.

Wow, Cheng Qingyao cried again and grabbed his hand: "you can't die... You can't become a fool, you can't become a vegetable, and you can't forget me... Mo Li, you can't forget me, you have to forget me, me, me..."

She doesn't know what to do. Take Niannian away? Away from him? Remarry?

no

It's enough to have him in this life. No matter how good a man is, he can't get into her eyes!

She cried again. She cried and shouted until she lost her voice. She couldn't shout any more: "Mo Li, I don't blame you, I really don't blame you... You come back, come back, come back..."

When she was sent to the operating room, she was still shouting outside the door... Come back, come back, you come back... Her voice was hoarse and still cracked... Come back, come back