Military marriage lingering: big president, little sweetheart

"Well, is the patient still resistant to treatment?"

"No, the patient is still not accessible."

"Then how to do, always can't let the blood flow of the wound go down, or use anesthetic?"

"No family members were present, and the patient's consciousness was clear. The patient does not agree. We have no way to have anesthesia. "

Lin Anxin's mind is blank, subconsciously looking at the crowd.

I saw a man covered with blood lying quietly on the hospital bed. The bright red blood on his body and the white sheets of the hospital formed a sharp contrast, which made people feel shocking.

It's Si Shen!

He wore the elegant suit that he always liked. There were dark red bloodstains on the suit. There was a scratch on his handsome chin. His eyes were closed and his face was pale

It's the first time that Lin Anxin saw this man in such a mess. She clenched her fists and didn't even notice that her nails were trapped in the meat.

Chi En didn't expect that Si Shen really had an accident, which was so serious.

Subconsciously looked at her, and then reached out, silently patted her on the shoulder.

Before leading them in, the Secretary like man quickly walked to the hospital bed, bent down and whispered to the man who closed his eyes like a coma, "Chief Secretary, chief secretary, Miss Lin is coming."

The man who closed his eyes all the time suddenly opened his eyes. Almost at the first glance, he looked at Lin Anxin's direction.

That pair of deep eyes suddenly burst out a bright light, he moved up, unexpectedly is forced to endure the pain, want to sit up.

The medical staff nearby immediately found out and stopped him immediately, "patient, don't move, OK? The cut on your left thigh is deep. Fiddling speeds up blood flow

Si Shen never stops trying to figure it out.

Lin Anxin knew what he was going to do, and went through it in three steps. Her throat seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, and she said hoarsely, "here I am."

The division sink fiercely coughed, the body curled up to one side to open, vomited a mouthful of blood. Forced to hold a breath, toward her hand, opened the palm.

His palm was full of blood, and the things on his palm were scarlet with fresh blood. He could hardly see the original shape.

"What?"

Lin an was stunned for a moment.

Si Shen's face was pale and transparent. There was no blood on his lips. He opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse and broken. "Ring."

He looked at the person in front of him seriously, grasped her hand, and put the palm of his hand on her finger with all his strength. Then he grabbed Lin Anxin's finger, with a smile on his face, looked up at her and said, "Lin Anxin, I can give it to you."

鈥斺€擫in Anxin, I can give it to you!

The ring on the ring finger still has the smell of blood. She almost cried out when it was hot.

There was still a smile on his lips. His voice was as gentle as a feather skimming over the lake. "Fortunately... It's still time..." he could put it on her in time. Later, he might not be able to hold on. Fortunately, he waited until she came.

His eyes were closed as soon as he spoke.

At the same time, his hand also followed the heavy down.

Lin Anxin's pupil shrinks to the tip of a needle, and her scream almost breaks through her throat. She covers her mouth hard, but she doesn't cry out.

But his eyes were red, almost desperate to seize the hand of the nurse next to him, "help him! Come on! Help him! Help him