The Crazy Forensic Doctor Consort

The surrounding air is getting colder and colder. The body of the little girl in the arms is shaking very sharply at first. But as time goes by, she does not shake, not only does not shake, but even the light is light.

This is not a good sign, Rong Mo is more flustered, swallowing, patted the girl's face lightly.

"Hey, wake up, you wake up..."

Called two times, the little man in his arms did not move, could not think for a moment, just stood up and squatted, ran to the door and looked around.

There are many gaps in the leaking wooden door. Looking out from the gap, the outside is dark, and there is no silence. No one is there.

Rong Mo wiped his face and slammed the door and shouted: "Come, here someone is hurt, please ask the doctor, ask you to ask the doctor..."

The snoring night wind slammed the wooden door, and the outside of the ice bank was so cold that there was no response at all.

Rong Mo called for a quarter of an hour, and the scorpion was dry, only to breathe and ran back. The little girl placed on his burlap bag was still closed, and he could not explore the horror. Nasal, fortunately, there is breathing.

He picked up the little girl again and took off his lining. He took the insulated silk cloth to the little girl and wrapped his neck and cheek, hoping to make her warmer in this clumsy way.

"Hey, wake up, you wake up first..."

He is still calling, he is afraid that the little girl will sleep again, and he will really wake up.

The little girl seemed to be a little bit conscious of his movements, but her heavy eyelids were slightly stunned, and because she was too tired, she quickly pulled back.

Rong Mo saw her eyes tremble, and he cried in surprise: "You wake up, look at me, don't sleep, look at me..."

The little boy flustered holding the little girl's face, using her forehead, against her, still giving her a gas.

The little girl finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking weakly at the person in front of her, the cheeks and lips were almost transparent: "I... well... so sleepy..."

"Can't sleep, don't sleep, we talk, we don't sleep when we talk..."

The little girl swallowed and seemed to understand her current situation. She was strong and tired and asked: "Say... say... what..."

"Say... say your mother, your sister, your family, or, anything else, you can say anything..."

The little girl didn't have the strength to describe, she turned a lot of people in her mind, a lot of things, and finally, her eyes slowly turned red, her face pressed into the boy's arms, she twitched, and said wrongly: "I... well ...so it hurts, I... I want to... my family... little... miss..."

Rong Mo saw her crying, crying uncomfortable and patient, her heart screamed, and he snarled in the air angry anger: "What the **** is this place! Why no one! We caught us, why no one guards Come here! Come on!"

The little girl was tired when she cried twice, her eyelids were hanging, and she wanted to sleep.

Rong Mo had to go to marry her again, and smack her face with a light hand: "Don’t worry, don’t worry, you will be saved. It’s been a few hours. My father must have found that we are gone, he will find us. , hold on, feed, have you heard it? Hold on!"

The little girl didn't move. After a short waking, it was followed by a more intense embarrassment. Her eyes were closed and her whole body's strength was in her arms. She didn't even know where she is now.

The pain that I still feel is still not felt now. Numbness, cold, the ** that wants to sleep like this is getting stronger and stronger, and there seems to be a voice in the brain telling her, the voice says, sleep, sleep, sleep, and feel comfortable...

Sleeping... it won’t be cold, it won’t hurt...

The little girl only felt that the voice was lingering. Slowly, she compromised and relaxed herself according to the original intention. Then she saw a road ahead, a bright and warm road.

The voice said, go over, just go over, just go to the end...

Go... walk over...

Then go over...

The thoughts in her heart spurred her consciousness, but before she stepped on, the violent percussion of "哐哐哐" smashed the front road into pieces.

The little girl only felt that she was being poured by a cold water, and she was sober.

She opened her eyes and the sound of "squeaky" in her ears became clearer.

She turned her head and looked for the source of the sound. In the blurred sight, she saw a little boy who was naked and holding his arms and using his body to hit the cold door in front.

Just now, Rong Mo took off his last coat and put it on the little girl.

The little girl recovered her voice: "You...you..." but the words are not complete.

The little boy has no head, his shoulder has been hit by the wooden door, but he can still hold it, bite his teeth, no hesitation, no stagnation.

The door was locked from the outside, and the child's strength was always limited. I couldn't help but know how long it had been hit. He bumped into himself and began to feel dizzy and stunned. The door was still motionless.

Rong Mo was very angry, ventilated like a fist, and shouted at the door: "Open the door! Fucking open the door! What is the head of the dog, there is a kind of dog, come to the young master, see the young master does not You are unloading eight! The beast, the bastard! Only know the bully little girl, what kind of mouse are you in the gutter! Get out of the little guy! Get out!"

While slamming and smashing, his arm bleeds very quickly. In the past, he was unable to use the lawlessness. He was a child of two generations. He was young and first known. What is desperate, what is called helplessness.

The door did not open, and Rong Mo ran back to check the situation of the chick.

The chick shed tears silently. She didn't sleep anymore. She sucked her nose and held her last breath. She persuaded: "You... you put clothes... wear... put on..."

Rong Mo did not listen to her, will thicken the clothes, to her tightly covered, a gap does not stay.

The little girl pushed his hand: "You... you wear... you can... can live..."

Rong Mo gritted his teeth. After a while, his hands licked his face and wiped the tears from his eyes. He whimpered and hugged the little girl and held it in his arms, but could not say a word.

The overall situation seems to have been doomed. The injury is cold. This one has hated it for three years. The little girl who hated it for three years may be really going to die.

However, what if he does not want her to die?

Don't die, don't die...

Rong Mo cried more and more, because of his incompetence, and because of the inability to recover the status quo, he was particularly angry, angry with the dogs, and angry at himself.

The two of them just embraced each other and didn’t say a word, time by bit.

The past.

Until the little girl slept again.

Rong Mo looked at her awkward face and wanted to rub her face again with her hand, but she found that her hand was colder than ice.

He was angry and wanted to warm his hands, but gradually, his eyelids began to be heavy. In the cold ice bank, none of the clothes were worn, and the young and respectable young master could stand it.

Feeling groggy, I don't know if I am dead, will I be sad, or will I care less like my sister, and I don't even look at it?

"...is it here? Long gun, is it here?"

The last moment before Rong Mo lost consciousness, he heard a loud voice and sounded from the door.

He suspected it was an illusion, but then he heard another fierce shit: "Wang Wang!"

Then, it was the voice again: "Good rifle, come, open this door!"

......

When I woke up again, Rong Mo heard the vague sobbing and put it on his ear.

The little boy frowned and frowned, trying to move his body and feeling weak and unable to lift his hand.

Then, he heard the voice of his mother, and screamed with excitement and excitement: "Wake up, wake up? Moer, Moer, too doctor, go to the doctor..."

After a period of turmoil, Rong Mo completely recovered his consciousness. He saw the familiar and gentle mother of the bed, and a white hair with white hair, giving him the pulse of Chen Tai.

Trying to open his mouth, he can't say a word.

Chen Taihuao pressed and pressed the little boy's shoulder and said: "Your burning has just retreated. Now it is normal for the scorpion to be dumb. It will be good after two days. Don't talk for these two days, rest assured, the medicine should be on time. drink."

Chen Taiji is a senior doctor of Taiyuan Hospital. He is a pediatrician. When he is younger, he is a mischievous and bitter man, and he is suffering from cold and cold. He is eating medicine prescribed by Chen Tai. After a long time, he is familiar with it. Rongmo has always respected this respected old gentleman, but today, he is not as obedient as he used to be.

He struggled, still trying to make a sound: "That... that... stink... stinky......"

Rong Mo’s mother-in-law cried and didn’t answer.

Rong Mo’s face suddenly white: “She... she died... dead...”

"Nothing." Chen Tai doctor busy explained: "Miss Wu is very wounded, although she has not yet awakened, but she has no life and worry, the second young master can rest assured."

Rong Mo propped up his body and gritted his teeth: "I am going to... look... see..."

"What do you think." Rong Mo's aunt looked angry and said: "Not her, can you suffer this sin? She is in your father's room, so far, how do you go, give me a good lay, don't move, body Before the big time, the bed is not allowed!"

When Rong Mo got up, he suddenly looked at his aunt: "She... she is... father... room? That... that... father... come, come see me...?"

Rong Mo’s mother did not make a sound, but she cried again.

Rong Mo had an answer in his heart. After a while, he lay back on the bed again.

Chen Taiyi is a good old man. He comforted: "The five ladies are dying, and the prince is taking care of himself. The second master does not have to worry about it, and he is calm and calm."

I couldn't help but look at the curtain of the bed, thinking in my heart, why, why isn't he even the wild head? 2k novel reading network