C5 Go to Hell

Ye Qihan grabbed onto Ming Shu's wrist and shouted, "Ming Shu, are you crazy? "Hold on to me! Wu Tie is still alive! Hold on to me!"

Even though her body was suspended above the tenth floor, Ming Shu, who was still expressionless, finally had a slight reaction.

She raised her head and looked at Ye Qihan. There was a bit of hope on her originally ashen face.

Ye Qihan gritted his teeth and tightly held onto her wrist: "Ming Cheng didn't die, he only broke his leg. Get on!"

Ming Shu looked at him and blinked, tears welling up in her dull eyes.

Seeing her tears, Ye Qihan's heart ached. He grabbed her wrist even tighter and tried his best to pull it up.

Drops of sticky blood dripped onto Ming Shu's face.

Something had cut open the flesh on Ye Qihan's arm. It was so painful that it seemed as if it could break his arm from the middle, but he couldn't care less and only roared at Ming Shu: "Give me your other hand. Ming Cheng is not dead, if you die, I'll send him down to accompany you!"

Tears flowing down Ming Shu's face, she slowly extended her other hand.

Ye Qihan grabbed her other hand and used all his strength to drag her back into the house. The two of them fell onto the ground together.

Ye Qihan turned around and hugged Ming Shu. He was so happy that he lost all hope and became afraid again. He hugged Ming Shu's body tightly and muttered, "Shu …" Shu... "Shu …"

Ming Shu came back to her senses and pushed him away, slapping him hard in the face. "Scram!" "Bastard!"

Ye Qihan licked the corner of his mouth, which was a little numb from the pain, "Do you want to know which hospital Ming Cheng is in?"

Ming Shu glared at him, biting her lower lip until it bled.

"Be good," Ye Qihan opened her mouth and licked the blood on her lips, "I'll take you there."

Ming Shu slapped him again and wiped her lips in disgust, as if she wanted to wipe off a layer of skin.

Ye Qihan's heart ached. He stood up and stretched out his hand towards Ming Shu, "Are you going or not?"

Ming Shu ignored him, supporting herself with her body as she got up.

Without a word, they arrived at the hospital.

Ming Cheng was still undergoing surgery.

Ming Shu asked the doctor.

A comminuted fracture of the left leg broke four ribs.

Ming Shu leaned against the wall, her tears never ceasing.

"Don't cry," Ye Qihan was flustered by her tears and tried to persuade her: "I'll find the best doctor for him and he will get better."

"Go to hell!" Ming Shu trembled from her crying.

It was a very serious comminuted fracture, the doctor said, and even if the operation was successful, it would leave a legacy, and you wouldn't be able to play football for the rest of your life.

Xiaocheng was a member of the school basketball team and loved to play.

Ming Shu covered her mouth as she thought about Ming Cheng screaming at the screen to make her run, ignoring him. She cried so hard that she couldn't breathe.

It was her fault.

It was all her fault.

If she hadn't rescued Ye Qihan that year, her company wouldn't have gone bankrupt, her father wouldn't have been hospitalized with brain hemorrhage, and Xiaocheng wouldn't have been in trouble.

It was all her fault. Damn it, it was her fault that she should have died in a hospital bed …

Ye Qihan looked at her silently for a while and then looked up at the ceiling.

If …

If only he hadn't fallen in love with her.

If only he didn't love her so much.

Now, his heart didn't hurt so much.

He was wracked with pain.

It's like having a heart attack.

The operation was finally over and Ming Cheng was sent to the ward.

Ming Shu followed closely behind Ming Cheng, with Ye Qihan following closely behind.

The doctor and the nurse gave him some advice and left one after the other.

The three of them were the only ones left in the room.

Ming Shu stared at her brother for a while and raised her head to look at Ye Qihan. The pain and worry in her eyes immediately turned into anger and hatred.

She rushed in front of him, her teeth clenched tightly, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

Without saying a word, she gave him a punch on his stomach, followed by a series of punches and kicks, causing Ye Qihan to stagger backwards and knock his back against the door.

The pain was unbearable, so Ye Qihan couldn't help but bend down and press his hand on his lower abdomen.

When he was learning martial arts, Ming Shu had followed him for a few days.

It was just a small effort on his part, but he didn't want to fight back, so it was enough.

Finally, he was sent out of the room by a punch, and the door closed before his eyes.

He pressed one hand against his abdomen while the other wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He slowly straightened up and lifted the corner of his mouth into a smile.

Ming Shu, I owe you today.

You and your father owe me.

You're mine.

It can only be mine!

He watched through the glass window for a while, tidied his clothes, and then leisurely left.

Ming Shu was chased out of the ward by the nurse before she could stay with Ming Cheng for too long.

The hospital had visiting hours, and when the time came, they would have to leave.

Ming Shu stood outside the door looking at Ming Cheng for a long time. Only when the nurse came to chase her away did she reluctantly leave.

As soon as he walked out of the hospital, he received a call from the supervisor.

Ming Shu braced herself, went home, changed her clothes, and rushed to the Jinjiang Hotel.

Today was a day of ups and downs. She had suffered too much of a shock, and her head was in so much pain that it felt like it was about to explode.

She wanted to push her job away, wanted to rest, wanted to get a good night's sleep.

But she couldn't.

Besides his father's medical expenses, his brother's medical expenses had also increased.

All of the remaining money in the bank had just been handed over to his brother's hospital account.

His younger brother's leg, the doctor said, would need a second operation to recover completely.

One operation at a time.

She wanted to make money.

She had no right to rest.

When she entered the hotel and stood at the door of the private box, she rubbed her face and gave a sweet smile, as if she was wearing armor and a battle robe.

Pushing the door open, a chaotic battle broke out.

Four hours later, she drank two bottles of white wine and signed the order that the whole ad, Part Two, had gnawed on for a month.

When they left the hotel, the manager put his arm around her shoulders and smiled as if they were sisters.

Only the heavens knew that yesterday, she had heard the supervisor gossiping about her once the daughter of the wealthiest man.

How noble used to be?

Right now, he was begging for food under her hand. He would cry when he wanted to, and he would laugh when he wanted to.

Ming Shu was upset when she heard that.

But I soon forgot.

Her father's medical expenses were too tight, and the burden on his shoulders was too much. She didn't even have time to pity herself.

The taxi couldn't enter the district, so he put her down at the gate of the district.

Ming Shu staggered into the apartment building. She felt around her handbag but couldn't find the elevator card.

She looked at the elevator on the top floor and turned to go up the back stairs.

With a shake, she walked and stopped, finally arriving at the entrance of her house.

Breathing heavily, she leaned against the wall, feeling dizzy as she touched the keys. Holding onto the wall, she slowly fell to the ground.

Downstairs, the elevator "ding" separated left and right, Zhan Mochen and Xiaowu walked out from the elevator.

Zhan Mochen took out his keys to open the door, but Xiaowu ran up the stairs.