I really don't want a second marriage

Han Xueyou committed suicide.

This happened out of guard. Facing this situation for the first time, looking at the big pool of bright red blood in the bathroom, Shen Jiamu almost fainted, but she knew she couldn't.

If she faints, who will save Xueyou? So he could only resist the fear in his heart and let uncle Jin follow her to lift Han Xueyou out of the bathtub, and the blood color on Shen Jiamu's lips faded. Uncle Jin's strength was so strong that he took Han Xueyou to the sofa. Shen Jiamu came forward and pressed her hand, trying to stop the outflow of blood.

"No, I can't stop. Uncle Jin... I'm afraid I can't wait for the ambulance." Shen Jiamu's voice trembled. She thought for a moment, and then said firmly, "Uncle Jin, I'm afraid you have to help me carry her to the car. We'll go directly to the nearest hospital."

Uncle Jin is a man after all, and he has seen many things. He was shocked at first, but now he has calmed down.

He nodded and directly picked Han Xueyou up: "I'll hold her downstairs now."

"OK." Shen Jiamu quickly followed him out, took out his mobile phone and opened the map navigation to find the nearest hospital.

After finding out, what did she think of? She quickly sent Han Xueyou's brother Han Qing a wechat and asked him to come to the hospital.

After arriving downstairs, the people in the hotel lobby were frightened to see that they were holding a man covered with blood. They wanted to come forward to express their condolences, but Shen Jiamu scolded them back: "lock the guest's room first."

"Yes!" the man didn't know which room she said. After they left, they hurried to check the monitoring.

After getting on the bus, Shen Jiamu has been pressing Han Xueyou's hand. Uncle Jin has driven to the nearest hospital according to her instructions, but even recently, it has been more than ten minutes. Shen Jiamu can be said to be anxious and can't calm down.

Now she's like an ant on a hot pot.

"Twilight..." a weak voice came from the side. Shen Jiamu lowered his head and saw Han Xueyou open his eyes and look at her pale.

She looked so sad that Shen Jiamu was very sad. Her eyes were red and she bit her lower lip and said in a cruel voice, "don't talk. The hospital will arrive soon."

"No... don't..." Han Xueyou shook her head and said feebly, "don't save me, i... I don't want to live."

"What are you talking about?" Shen Jiamu scolded her, gnashing his teeth and said, "now close your eyes and rest. We'll be in the hospital in a few minutes. The doctor will save you and you must live."

"Twilight..." Han Xueyou was crying and still calling her name.

Shen Jiamu couldn't bear to look at her again. Tears were already swirling in her eyes. She turned her head and didn't let Han Xueyou see her tears. She said in a cruel voice, "even if you want to die, don't die to me."

"I'm sorry," Han Xueyou said falsely, then turned his eyes and fainted.

"Xueyou! Xueyou!" Shen Jiamu saw Han Xueyou faint and his face became whiter. "Uncle Jin, please drive faster! I'm afraid she can't... Woo..."

Before she finished, Shen Jiamu was sobbing.

She held Han Xueyou and kept pressing her acupoints to prevent those blood from flowing out. She was so scared, really scared.

It seemed as if she had become the dark little room in the past, dark and deep, without five fingers, and she was alone. The darkness came on her face and almost drowned her.

"No, don't..." Shen Jiamu bit her lower lip. There was a bloody smell in her mouth. The pain woke her up.

She can't fall!

No!

She fell down, and Han Xueyou was not saved.

"Uncle Jin, hurry up!"

Shen Jiamu urged again.

Finally, the car finally arrived at the hospital. The doctors and nurses who received the news in advance were already waiting at the door of the hospital. Seeing that they were covered with blood, they hurriedly carried a stretcher to pick up Han Xueyou.

"Come on! There are emergency patients. Get on the cart and go to the emergency room immediately."

Shen Jiamu followed them in vain, because she stayed with Han Xueyou all the time, so her blood was no less than Han Xueyou's, and their appearance looked shocking.

"Doctor, how is she? Has she lost too much blood?" Shen Jiamu asked in a trembling voice with red eyes.

While giving first aid for her, the doctor said, "are you her friend? Don't worry. When she enters the emergency room later, you should clean up the blood on her body first. Too much blood is unsanitary."

Uncle Jin ran with them until Han Xueyou entered the emergency room. Shen Jiamu foolishly wanted to follow them. As a result, Shen Jiamu was stopped outside the door.

Bang!

After the door of the emergency room was closed, Shen Jiamu felt that all her nerves were still collapsing tightly. She kept biting her lower lip and her heart hung high.

Uncle Jin stood nearby for a while and found that she had been standing there, motionless, looking very scary.

I can only come forward and say, "grandma, there's a chair over there. Why don't you sit down?"

Shen Jiamu stood there as if he hadn't heard what he said.

Uncle Jin advised him, but she still ignored him. Uncle Jin finally had no choice but to hurry to a quiet corner and take out his mobile phone to call yetingchen.

Shen Jiamu, who had been standing still, seemed to realize something at this time. She suddenly turned her head and looked at Uncle Jin.

"Uncle Jin, are you calling ye Tingchen?"

Hearing this, uncle Jin stopped pressing half of his fingers. He turned around and looked at Shen Jiamu strangely: "what's the matter, young grandma?"

"Are you calling him?" Shen Jiamu thought of something and rushed forward and said, "don't call him."

"Young grandma, why? I think it's better to talk to Ye Shao about such a big thing."

"No," Shen Jiamu said coldly, "it has nothing to do with him. That's my friend inside. Don't call him."

Uncle Jin looked at her face and her tone was particularly tough. He thought Shen Jiamu didn't want to worry yetingchen, so he refused. He had to put away his mobile phone: "since the young grandmother won't let you play, uncle Jin put it away. I'll watch it here. The young grandmother will tidy it up."

Shen Jiamu looked down at his clothes and said in a low voice, "there are no clothes to change. How to tidy them up? Forget it, I'm fine. Just wait for her here."

"Will the little grandma go and sit in the front chair for a while?"

"My blood will stain the chair."

Because her whole body was covered with blood, the families of other patients waiting outside hid far away from her.

After all, Shen Jiamu looks terrible now. His whole body is bright red, his eyes are crying red, and his messy hair looks terrible.

But fortunately, she is a girl. If he is a man, everyone will almost think she is a murderer.