The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

When he walked to the bed, he saw Xia Beiqin lying on the bed with the quilt tightly covered. His eyes were closed tightly. Under the reflection of the moonlight, his face was almost transparent, and he looked like he was asleep, but he was inexplicable. There was a dead silence, as if I couldn't feel a trace of breath.

Shen Zhiyu slowly stretched out his hand and touched Xia Beiqing's cheek, which was completely cold to the bone. At this moment, he had an ominous premonition in his heart, and gently called out, "Northern? Beiqing?"

The person in the bed is like a pool of stagnant water, without any response, even if he is asleep, he shouldn't sleep so dead.

Shen Zhiyu felt that something was wrong and lifted the quilt. A large swath of gorgeous blood appeared abrupt in the brightness of the moonlight, stinging Shen Zhiyu's eyes.

He suddenly saw Xia Beiqin's hand on his side and a long and deep wound on his wrist. Blood leaked from the wound, soaking a large sheet of bed sheet.

The red blood is shocking.

Shen Zhiyu was like being hit by a huge thunder, and his head buzzed. He immediately rushed to Xia Beiqin on the bed, hugged Xia Beiqin tightly into his arms, and covered his wrist with one hand. wound.

"Northward...Northward!" Shen Zhiyu's voice was already shaking horribly, as fear struck him overwhelmingly.

Seeing this scene, Aunt Zhao was shocked and exclaimed: "God! Blood! Blood!"

This shout suddenly caused Shen Zhiyu to turn around from his astonishment. He tore the sheets to pieces and hurriedly went to bandage Xia Beiqin's wounds to stop the steady flow of blood.

Then, he looked up at Aunt Zhao and roared: "Quick! Call for emergency!"

"Oh oh oh!" Aunt Zhao hurriedly took out her mobile phone and dialed the emergency number.

Soon, the ambulance arrived and took Xia Beiqin to the nearest hospital.

In the corridor of the hospital, Shen Zhiyu leaned against the wall, raised his hands tremblingly, and his hands were covered with blood. The large patches of blood he saw when he lifted the quilt and Xia Beiqing's pale face flashed in his mind. .

Shen Zhiyu only felt his legs soft, his body slid down the wall, and sat on the cold ground severely. He pressed his chest with blood-stained hands, and breathed desperately with his mouth open.

Aunt Zhao looked at Shen Zhiyu worriedly: "Are you okay? Are you okay?"

Shen Zhiyu's expression was in a trance, as if he could not hear any sound.

Until the doctor came out of the rescue room, he immediately stood up, rushed to the doctor, and asked in a hurry.

The doctor said: "It's nothing serious. Fortunately, it was delivered in time. If I guess right, the patient should have his own wrist cut. You still have to pay more attention to the patient's mental state."

suicide…

Shen Zhiyu couldn't imagine that Xia Beiqing would commit suicide. Why did he do this!

In the ward, Shen Zhiyu was standing next to the bed. Xia Beiqing hadn't woken up yet, his emaciated face had no blood, and the fragility seemed to dissipate in front of his eyes at any time.

"It turns out... It turns out that you really planned to not want me..." Shen Zhiyu's lips trembled, his voice filled with despair, and tears couldn't stop flowing out.

It turned out that he really wanted to leave him alone in this world, and then go to death without nostalgia.

"Why!" Shen Zhiyu's hands clung to Chuanyan tightly, staring at the person on the bed with angry and resentful eyes, and roared: "Why do you do this!"

Why don't you live well, but you have to choose the path of death.

Shen Zhiyu really wanted to dig Xia Beiqing's mind to see what he thought.