The Male Lead Always Wants to Kill Me

Chapter 64: Suspicion

The distance between Meng Chu and him was only one or two hundred meters, but Chen Shuguan felt his heart palpitate inexplicably, and he hurriedly locked the car to follow her.

There was obviously a construction site ahead, and he had no time to think about why Meng Chu went there.

Meng Chu didn't have any protective equipment, and entered by herself. Not long after the construction started, it was only three or four stories high, and complicated scaffolding was built on the periphery.

She walked, raised her head in a daze, with soft legs and feet, looking at the nothingness that didn't exist in the sky.

It was the place where she lived for ten years. The old-fashioned residential building is now faintly visible.

She didn't seem to perceive the danger, or maybe she did.

The scaffold was shaken by the workers, and a few centimeters of steel suddenly fell from the gap and slammed straight at her. The girl raised her head, not knowing what she was thinking, she should have seen it clearly, but did not avoid it. .

When Chen Shuguan came in from the small door, he saw this scene. In an instant, the man had no time to think and responded instinctively. Without hesitation, he hurried forward to protect the girl.

However, in the end, he only had time to grab the corner of her clothes. He hurriedly pulled her away, and the steel sheet still rubbed against her right shoulder. She was wearing a light-colored coat. The blood stains looked bright.

Meng Chu felt pain, her face was as pale as paper, and she didn't say anything. Although the steel sheet did not hurt her muscles or bones, it cut off the inside of her epidermis. She might have passed out in pain, but unexpectedly, her being close to him, looked weak, but she still felt sober.

The man's face was not much better than her, the engineer was not far away. If the girl lost her life and shrank in his arms, he wouldn't know what to do. She looked small, losing so much blood. The blood fascinated him and something appeared on his mind.

He finally recognized what this place was.

That person in the dream was here. This is where he had lost her forever.

He did not understand the man's sorrow at the time.

At this moment, he thought of two words, fate.

She and that person, him and her, and their fate.

The palms of his hands were warm and moist, and the continual pouring of blood stained his sleeves, but he didn't care.

She avoided him for more than ten days, and he did not hesitate to come to her.

Her influence on him even exceeded everything in this world, but he didn't want to let go.

The man gradually lost control.

Chen Shuguan's eyes were deep with a faint red, and his whole body was cold and stiff. He hugged the girl tightly, his lips pressed against her hair, his voice was dull, and he whispered unconsciously, "Be good. I won't let you die again."

He didn't know but the girl heard her clearly, her stiff eyelashes trembled, she didn't know if it was the pain, but she shivered.

The construction workers on the scaffolding hurried down, pointed at them and started cursing, "You girl, don't you know how to stay away? How can you enter the construction site casually! And you, your mother-in-law is like this, why don't hurry up and send her to the hospital!"

The man woke up from his stupor.

Beijing Military General Hospital.

On the emergency department two, three and four departments were in a mess, and there were waves of family members and medical staff rushing back and forth.

Clutches and beds are being moved here every day, and lives are recorded on the square monitors.

Suddenly, a woman's sorrowful wailing sounded from the corridor, and it quickly faded away. The man beside her hurriedly supported her who had fainted.

The man talked to others in a frantic manner. When talking about the injury, the 41-50-year-old man just half-kneeled and hugged the fainted woman in his arms, crying bitterly like a child.

Chen Shuguan half leaned against the door of the emergency room, staring silently at the crying man in the corridor for a long time. The man in the army green jacket was talking to him.

He didn't hear a word.

Forty minutes later, the door of the emergency room opened. The girl's injury looked big, but it was not too serious, at least for surgeons who were used to seeing heavy injuries.

The doctor helped the girl do a simple treatment, and came out from the door. The hospital's political commissar unnaturally stood beside the man. The man's complexion was dull and occasionally answered.

It wasn't until the nurse pushed the rack with one hand to help the girl out, that the man had some reaction. He stepped forward nervously, replaced the nurse's position, and whispered: "Meng Chu."

The girl's legs were weak. Her left arm was buckled by him, and the other half was wrapped in white gauze, which made her unable to exert her strength. Suspicion, panic, hatred, and surprise flashed through her drooping eyes, and when she lifted it up again, all that was left was indifference.

The doctor raised his eyes to look at the political commissar, and after considering it, he said: "It's okay. The wound has been sutured. Come and remove the stitches in two weeks. Be careful not to touch the water. You can go back after the drip."