Twenty-Eight The Love Buried by Time (Twenty-Eight)

Yu Zeyao smiled and let go of her hand, "I'm already half-dead, and you still blame me. It doesn't look like you're grateful."

"I'm grateful that I didn't save him until he died." Jing Yu took his hand back silently. There seemed to be a cool feeling from his palm on the fingertips.

"Will you die without saving her?" Yu Zeyao looked at her with deep meaning in his eyes, half-smiling, "You won't."

You said those three words so firmly. It was as if he had seen her clearly. He added: "Even if I am just a stranger now, you will not fail to save me."

Jing Yu glanced at him, then lowered his eyes and muttered, "It sounds like he knows me very well."

Yu Zeyao just curled his lips meaningfully, and slowly closed his eyes as if he didn't have much strength anymore.

Jing Yu glanced at him, took off his coat and covered him.

The scent of shower gel hit his nostrils, and the man's eyebrows moved slightly and he opened his eyes again. Before Jing Yu's hands that were covering him could be withdrawn, they met his appraising eyes. She couldn't resist, so she took her hands back and whispered, "Take a rest for a while."

Fortunately, he never spoke again. It seemed that his spirit was getting worse and worse, and his eyes were closed tightly.

His breath was filled with the scent of her body, which felt strange to him. However, this was also the first time that such a strange smell made him feel at peace.

His life is full of dangers. It is extremely difficult to find a corner of peace after the bloody storm.

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Car, drive all the way. Driving directly into the manor. Jingyu has been here once, this is his residence.

Their car just stopped, and medical staff were already carrying a stretcher out. Yu Zeyao was carried in.

Everyone inside and outside the manor looked solemn.

Jing Yu stood at the door of the manor for a while holding his bag, then turned to look at the long road. The winter days are getting colder very quickly, and it is already twilight. In a little while, it will be completely dark.

When she was brought here in a daze that day, she had no idea how long the road was. But I found out later when I went back. If I really go out like this, I'm afraid it will take three or four hours to get a taxi.

Just thinking about it,

The cold wind blew over, making her thin body tremble.

Zhuang Yan came out and said, "Miss Jing, you are wearing so little, so stop standing outside."

Her coat had been draped on Yu Zeyao just now, but she didn't take it off.

Jing Yu asked: "Are you already treating the wound?"

"Yes. Don't worry, they are all the most professional medical staff. They are treating the wounds now."

Jing Yu nodded. He didn't want to ask at first, but after such thoughts swirled in his mind, some words came out of his mouth, "He often suffers injuries like this?"

"It's not that often. This is only the third gunshot wound he suffered." solemnly said: "Our husband died."

only?

Jing Yu couldn't understand the word "zhengyan". For normal people, a gunshot wound will leave a psychological shadow. But looking at them, it seems like they are used to it.

"Since there are professionals taking care of it, I won't go in." Jing Yu has his own bottom line and principles. It was difficult for her to convince herself to associate with outlaws. She was saved by him, but as for their murder, pretending to be deaf and not calling the police was the only repayment she could do.

"If we don't go in now, I'm afraid Miss Jing won't be able to leave even if she wants to." Zhuang Yan explained: "Sir, due to special circumstances, in order to block the news, no one is allowed to go out from here. So, Miss Jing, please go ahead."

Jing Yu: "I will not call the police or spread any news in this regard."

"I hope Miss Jing understands."

This is restricting her personal freedom.

Jing Yu asked: "So, when can I leave?"

"When Mr. wakes up, as long as Mr. nods, Miss Jing can leave at any time."

Jing Yu knew his situation at the moment. He only pondered for a moment, then nodded and followed Zhuang Yan in. It was indeed cold outside, and she couldn't last long even though she was wearing such thin clothing.

Fortunately, the room was at a constant temperature, and her body temperature came up after sitting in the hall for a while.

The house was very large, with paintings by famous artists hanging on the walls. Jing Yu looked at them carefully. No one was paying attention to the servants coming and going inside. Everyone was rushing upstairs, bringing out basins of blood. Even though she was used to seeing it in the operating room, she still found it shocking at this moment.

Jing Yu had no intention of looking at the painting at all. He moved his eyes away from the painting and looked upstairs.

He should be getting bullets now. But this is not a hospital after all, so I don’t know if the conditions will be too crude.

Jing Yu originally wanted to go up and take a look, but soon gave up the idea. Passing by a servant who ran down in a hurry, she grabbed him and asked, "How is Mr. Yu's injury? Have you checked and found that his internal organs were injured?"

The servant shook his head, "We don't know this. The operating room is blocked. Except for Mr. Zhuang and the medical staff, we can't enter."

Jing Yu said "Oh". It seems that they are keeping a tight guard as always.

At this moment, the ringtone of her cell phone interrupted her thoughts. She took her phone out of her pocket and saw the word 'Jin Nian' flashing on the screen, and then she remembered about dinner.

Sure enough, as soon as the phone rang, Qi Jinnian started to complain, "You disappeared again? You can't be found in the whole house."

"I had something urgent to do and couldn't go back. You can either make dinner yourself or order takeout." Even if she could go back now, she had no intention of making dinner.

"What's the emergency?" Qi Jinnian asked.

"Well... the hospital received an emergency patient for surgery." Jing Yu made up a random excuse, "The teacher asked me to come here to observe."

"Okay. Your work is important. I'll just eat something. When will you be back?"

"I don't know yet." Jing Yu glanced upstairs, "Maybe we have to wait until the patient wakes up from anesthesia."

"Okay, I'll leave the door open for you. Take care of yourself and don't stay up too late."

Jing Yu said 'hmm', hung up the phone, and sat down again.

After a while, a servant came to invite her to the restaurant for dinner, but today's experience made her have no appetite now, so she shook her head and refused. The servant didn't force her.

She sat in the hall all the time, and after sitting for a long time, she leaned on the sofa and fell asleep for a while. When she woke up again, she was awakened by footsteps.

Zhuang Yan led the medical staff downstairs. He was instructing people to send the medical staff out.

Jing Yu did not speak immediately, but waited for Zhuang Yan to come back before standing up.

"Miss Jing." Zhuang Yan had already spotted her and greeted her.