Being His Little Fox

Song Yi looked up: "You won't kill him, but you won't know the severity."

Fu Jingsheng understands her well, has an iron fist, and does things ruthlessly.

Hearing this, Fu Jingsheng shrugged, his eyebrows dyed with the young man's jealousy: "That is to be sure of what he did."

"When will he wake up?" Song Yi asked.

Tang Si's hands were cold.

Touching his hand, he couldn't feel any body temperature on the man's body.

Song Yi felt that this was not a good sign.

"I don't know." Fu Jingsheng said slowly: "He doesn't take injections all the time. I used drugs to faint him. When he wakes up, it depends on when he hurts too much."

Song Yi frowned: "Drugged?"

"It's too painful to stand, wake up?"

"Ah..." Looking at Song Yi's expression, Fu Jingsheng felt a guilty conscience for no reason. He touched the tip of his nose and explained: "He said he can't afford to bet, he won't be willing to inject this medicine until the child is born, but wait until that At that time, this medicine may not be effective, and now there is a 60% chance of being saved well. If you wait until that time, maybe the chance is 1%, or it may have no effect."

"He is now at a critically ill stage. If he has performed so well in front of you, he will most likely return to the light."

He said: "As a doctor, this is the best treatment I can give, so I injected it."

"He doesn't accept it this time, and the next time, he may not survive."

Song Yi listened, looked at Tang Si, and suddenly stopped talking.

When she didn't speak, Fu Jingsheng felt no bottom.

Why are you... angry?

"Sister?" Fu Jingsheng looked at Song Yi: "We should learn to trust brother-in-law."

"He told me a lot."

"I didn't feel the strong desire to live in anyone." Fu Jingsheng: "But I felt it in him."

"Under the torment of the most vicious evildoers, many people want to die. There are also many people who want to live, but the desire to survive is not as strong as the brother-in-law."

Like hot magma, hot and enthusiastic.

He licked his lips: "However, he chose to give up the best time."

"I don't understand this, maybe he loves you too much."

"It's reached the point where there is no way to choose."

"I am a selfish person, so I made a choice for him selfishly."

Song Yi looked at Tang Si's face and shook his hand, as if this way, his breath could envelop himself.

"What you did is not wrong." Song Yi replied in a low tone, "I should choose this way."

If Tang Si didn't worry about her, he would bet like that.

The person she loves is a strong hero.

Have the courage to afford everything.

She bet with him.

...

Fu Jingsheng and Song Yi talked about the specific condition of Tang Si's body.

This time I succeeded, and I only need medication in the follow-up, and I will get better gradually.

It's just that the process will be very painful.

"Yeah." Song Yi nodded and looked at the man over there.

He was still lying on the bed quietly, looking lifeless.

She had never seen Tang Si like this.

Even if he was asleep before, he could still feel the breath on his body, as well as the wild, lazy sullenness emanating from his bones.

Now, he seems to be lifeless.

No life...

These words were beating **** the tip of her heart.

The nose and eye sockets suddenly appeared sour.

She dared not think about it, nor did she dare to make those bad assumptions.

Fu Jingsheng stood up and said, "Don't worry too much. Here I will watch you take a break. Your body needs a good rest now, and there can be no big ups and downs from sleeping."

"So brother-in-law didn't tell you. What I'm afraid of is that you are so worried and hurt your body." Fu Jingsheng: "He will definitely wake up tomorrow morning."

Tang Si used to go out at night and said he would be back the next day.

He did come back.

That's because the police department has something to deal with.

He is on vacation, but the position is still hanging there.

Cheng Ju said that all members of the Criminal Investigation Detachment were waiting for him to return.

Song Yi clenched his clothes tightly, thinking to himself.

Return to the team when you return.

At least that is a healthy, tough, and alive person with a smile on his face and a lazy and bad temper.

Maybe some people should grow in those places.

They are born in such a place, solemn and respected by the world.

"boom--"

At this time, a muffled noise came from the empty space.

Looking back, the man behind him rolled off the bed.

Song Yi and Fu Jingsheng immediately stood up and walked over to help her.

The moment he touched the man's hand, he realized that his muscles were tight and hard as iron.

The hand that was originally cold became very hot at this moment.

There was a thin cold sweat on his forehead.

Gritting his teeth, the green veins bulge.

He looked so painful that he couldn't help it, and his handcuffed hands were constantly struggling.

Song Yi looked at Fu Jingsheng with a panic, the fox's eyes were stained with water mist: "Can you get an injection for pain relief?"

She realized that her voice became muffled.

There was almost no sound.

Fu Jingsheng glanced at Tang Si, then at Song Yi.

"Okay." Fu Jingsheng pulled Song Yi up: "You go out first, and I will give him an injection for pain relief."

"Without my permission, don't come in no matter what you hear, otherwise you will affect my operation."

Song Yihong stared, "Good, good."

She didn't care about anything, her mind was blank at this moment.

Tang Si rarely had such a fragile moment. Without seeing him like this, she would think that he was really omnipotent.

In fact, what she thinks is omnipotent, but he doesn't want her to see the bad and negative.

This man has always protected her very well.

"Tang Si, Tang Si." Song Yi called his name.

The man's hand clenched his fist tightly, and at this time the sweat had soaked his clothes and hair.

"Tang Si."

Her voice trembled and she was crying. She looked at him and said, "Don't go back to the dirty and gloomy world. I am waiting for you, I love you."

Song Yi said these things without expecting him to answer him.

He was hurting like that, and she knew that when he heard his painful gasping, he could hardly breathe.

But, when she was taken to the door by Fu Jingsheng, at the moment Fu Jingsheng was about to close the door.

Vaguely, I heard the word squeezed out of the teeth--

"Great."

...

Song Yi was shut outside by Fu Jingsheng, waiting anxiously.

Time did not know how long it had passed, and she did not know what was going on inside.

Can only pray over and over again in my heart.

This kind of moment is too weak and tormenting.

Suddenly, a man's cry came from inside.

Scream.

Painful, intolerable, roaring.

The cry was endless, she was dumb when she heard his voice, so dumb that she could not tell it was Tang Si's voice.

She stared at the door, her feet seemed to be frozen, unable to move.

Each of his sounds seemed like a knife pierced her heart, slashing her with one knife.

Can't stand the pain.

Tears couldn't stop falling.

She covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying.

She was crying and trembling all over.

The thin back and delicate body are particularly helpless and lonely.

Her breathless distress entangled her.

I couldn't cry.

Song Yi cried no longer had the strength to stand firmly, squatting down and hugging himself.

But the tears couldn't stop, the sound of choking was intermittent.

Obviously, it was said that it was a good injection for pain relief.

con man.

Why does a man who doesn't snort after being shot hurt like that?

She knew that she looked ugly now, and I wanted to go in to see the situation, but I didn't dare to show Tang Si what she looked like.

That way he would be even more unbearable.

...

In fact, there are any pain relief needles.

Fu Jingsheng is a wise man and a cunning man.

Tang Si definitely didn't want Song Yi to see him like this.

It must be to let her out.

This kind of pain is pain, and it can only endure.

It is this kind of pain that is painful.

Why is there no cure for such a drug once it is hit?

Because even if there is an antidote, the pain will die and the pain will pass out.

People with poor tolerance will die of pain if they don't inject the antidote, and their organs will fail and die.

It will be more painful if you inject the medicine, the antidote and the collision between cells and nerves.

Don't tolerate a shot of analgesics, otherwise it will have no effect.

Fu Jingsheng stood by, but he turned his back to Tang Si and did not look at him.

He lowered his eyebrows and listened quietly.

Listen to the sound of the iron chain struggling, listen to the sound of his struggling pain.

I could hear the handcuffs being struggling to sink into the flesh, and then rubbing, blood flowed.

I could hear the sound of life passing by and struggling.

Can hear, can hear...

Sixty percent chance.

Twenty-five percent is the antidote for injections, and the other 35 percent, Fu Jingsheng bet on Tang Si's tolerance.

There is no problem with the antidote. The problem is whether Tang Si can bear the pain.

He couldn't imagine what the pain was like, perhaps his whole body was torn apart and crushed.

Grind over and over again.

...

This one night.

He passed out of pain.

It didn't take long before he woke up from the pain again, and it continued again and again.

Fu Jingsheng squeezed his fist tightly, squeezing a sweat for Tang Si.

Heart tightening, nervousness, worry.

He seemed to be unable to survive, his hoarse screams were gone, and his struggling strength was gone.

The man trembled all over, not because of his strength, but because of his muscles.

He was soaked all over, his wrists and ankles were handcuffed.

The eyes are dripping with blood, drop by drop, rubbed on the ground, hands, face, and walls.

One star a little bit, like a fascinating and fiery flower, rooted in darkness, dragging people to death.

This road is full of thorns, this road is full of roses.

It's a blood-red road.

Several times, Fu Jingsheng thought that Tang Si was dead and his heartbeat stopped.

But he didn't know the strength of the bite, so, repeatedly, the pain passed out, and he woke up again.

Waking up, dizzy, all hurt.

...

When Tang Si didn't have the strength to scream, he could only make a weak struggling sound.

Fu Jingsheng and Song Yi said: "He is alive, don't cry, you go to rest."

"Tomorrow morning, you will see him again."

Song Yi didn't believe it, she wanted to go in and see.

Fu Jingsheng stopped, no, no life or death.

If she saw such a scene, she would cry harder than now.

Song Yi was very uncomfortable. She felt that she was about to breathe out, and her chest and lungs were slowly aching.

The crying head hurts, and the stomach hurts.

"Sister, you are very emotional now. This is not good for the child in your stomach." Fu Jingsheng said to her: "I'll tell you the truth, you don't want to have regrets between you two Crying, sort out your own emotions, I said that he will be fine if he is fine."

"If you can't keep the child in your stomach now, you won't have any children in the future."

Song Yi's voice was dumb, and the fox's eyes were already crying red: "What do you mean?"

"His body is not suitable for having children." Fu Jingsheng: "The genes are not suitable."

"Even if it is possible to give birth, it will not be healthy or healthy."

Fu Jingsheng: "Of course I don't mean that he can't be cured, it can be cured, but some things are integrated into his blood and cells, and they won't live inside, but I can't give it My brother-in-law is changing blood, and I can’t guarantee that if the child is pregnant, the child will not carry such things."

"Will this kind of thing regenerate in your children."

"You don't want your baby to endure this kind of pain when he is born, right?"

Song Yi looked at Fu Jingsheng.

My mind is blank.

"He's really fine." Fu Jingsheng led Song Yi upstairs in the research institute: "I didn't lie to you about this matter."

Fu Jingsheng took Song Yi's pulse and gave her medicine to stabilize the placenta.

"I can't lie to you, I'm not kidding."

"Now the one in your stomach is the only one of you."

Song Yi: "However, the poison in his body was carried a long time ago. I already carried it when I met him."

"The kid in the stomach now, will he..."

Fu Jingsheng: "There is a 90% chance that it will not."

"Although the virus was carried in his body, it did not occur. The virus without an outbreak is dead."

"When there was no attack, it did not spread to his bone marrow and cells."

"It won't affect the children."

"If there is, it is also a very small chance."

After Song Yi drank Fu Jingsheng's medicine, she felt very sleepy...

I don't know when I fell asleep.

The sun was shining brightly into the house.

She was in a daze, as if hearing a man's voice.

So familiar, close to my ears.

He said: "Little Song Yi, my brother is gone and can't come back."

"Brother tried his best and wants to hug you again."

"You want happiness."

She opened her eyes slowly, and the man stood in front of the French window, standing in the sunlight.

His voice slowly: "When you think about your brother, look at the sky, blow the evening breeze, and bring a bunch of red roses to your brother's grave."

"The sky is an embrace, and the wind is me touching your cheek..."

As he said, he smiled at her.

Gentle, lazy, frowning: "The baby is a boy, I told him, let him grow up and protect his mother."

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