You Are My Rare Passion

The current Ye Xingbei especially misses the old Gu Wuye.

Although the current Gu Junzhu is calmer, more imposing, and looks more attractive to a successful man, she still prefers the former Gu Junzhu who was so angry that she couldn't help but want to get mad.

Because such Gu Junzhu is happy.

at the same time.

in the hospital.

Guo Mu was lying on the hospital bed, one hand was handcuffed to the head of the bed, and the other was dripped with liquid.

Obviously the doctor had given him painkillers, but he was still in pain all over.

He heard the doctor who treated him comment that the darts shot at him had been soaked in the medicinal liquid.

That kind of liquid medicine can slowly corrode his muscles and nerves, causing his whole body to fester and die.

If he is only injured in three or five places, even if it is in ten or eight places, as long as the symptoms are treated, he still has hope of recovery.

But he was injured in too many places, more than thirty places.

The liquid medicine slowly corrodes the muscles and nerves of his whole body. For him, the current medicine can only delay the onset of toxins in his body, but cannot save his life.

He thought that he was not afraid of death.

But when he clearly felt that something was devouring his body and life, he realized that the feeling of waiting to die was too terrifying.

Moreover, it is not a good death.

The process of drugs eroding muscles and nerves was an unimaginable pain for him.

It's like someone took a blunt knife, cut his muscles in small pieces, and then gradually stripped all the muscles from his bones.

In the past, he could never have imagined that a person in such pain could still be alive, and he was alive soberly.

He could hear the voices of doctors and nurses and the police around him.

His eyeballs can move.

He can still feel pain from all over his body, but he can no longer speak or move.

He has become a complete useless person.

What's ridiculous is that the police were afraid that he would run away, so they handcuffed one of his wrists to the head of the bed.

For him at this moment, death is a relief.

But the most tragic thing is that he can't even die.

He was in a trance from the pain, wearing an oxygen mask on his mouth and nose, his lips trembled for a long time, he couldn't utter a single syllable, and he couldn't even ask someone to kill him.

Pain, remorse, despair, and all kinds of negative emotions buried him, and he was suffering both physically and mentally.

Just when he was dying, he heard someone talking around him.

A very gentle female voice said: "Hey, did you hear? Miss Fang's family is dead. She died in the detention center and was strangled to death by the inmates in the same room."

Another clearer female voice said: "Of course I heard it, this is the biggest news today, I also heard that Fang Mingzhu and our ward are accomplices, that is, Fang Mingzhu bought our ward to kill people, it is really wicked report!"

"That's right," the soft female voice echoed, "I saw Fang Mingzhu's photo on the Internet. She looks so beautiful and delicate, but she is so mad. It's really unbelievable."

"The Skynet is fully restored, and it's not leaking," said a clear female voice, "Our ward won't last long. On the road to Huangquan, they can still be companions. I just hope they won't be bad guys in their next life..."

The voices of the two gradually faded away.

What else did they say, Guo Mu could no longer hear clearly.

But he had already heard clearly that Fang Mingzhu was dead.