Quickly travel: The paranoid boss behind the Shura field has become sickly

Chapter 124 I don’t blame you【37】

The crazy mentally ill man was quickly restrained by the police who arrived, but they were still late.

An Ting walked up to Fu Lu with a stunned look on his face. He knelt down and hugged Fu Lu. He looked at the knife at Fu Lu's heart and saw that the blood was flowing out. He was so nervous that tears kept rolling in his eyes.

Fu Lu leaned in An Ting's arms. He looked at An Ting who looked like he was about to cry. He smiled and wanted to raise his hands, but found that his hands seemed to have lost their strength. They were so limp that he couldn't lift them up.

Fu Lu's lips moved slightly, wanting to say something to An Ting, but found that he couldn't say a word.

Is he sad?

He cares about me too, right?

"you……"

An Ting reached out to touch the knife on Fu Lu's heart, but he was afraid that it would cause Fu Lu a second injury, so his hand hung in the air.

Fu Lu looked at An Ting. He felt a little sleepy at the moment, and his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds. Slowly, his vision began to blur, and An Ting's face gradually became unclear.

His embrace is so warm, I really can’t bear to leave...

"The ambulance will be here shortly. Don't sleep. Don't sleep. Be obedient and don't sleep."

An Ting looked at Fu Lu who slowly closed his eyes. He was worried that he would not be able to sleep, so he immediately patted his cheek gently with his hand, trying to keep him awake.

"Fu Lu, don't sleep. Be obedient. As long as you don't sleep, I will agree to whatever you ask for."

Fu Lu couldn't hear what An Ting was saying at all, but he could feel An Ting's embrace, which was very warm and made him reluctant to let go.

……

hospital.

An Ting stood outside the door of the operating room. He looked at the closed door of the operating room. His hands were stained with Fu Lu's blood, and there were not only tears but also snot on his face.

An Ting touched his nose randomly. He didn't know why he was crying so sadly. He obviously hated Fu Lu so much, but his heart was cut by a knife the moment he fell.

"An An."

Fu Jin didn't know when he came. When An Ting heard his voice, he seemed to have found his savior. He turned around and immediately threw himself into Fu Jin's arms.

Fu Jin held An Ting's waist with his left hand and cupped the back of his head with his right hand, letting An Ting cry into tears in his arms.

An Ting slowly raised his head and saw that Fu Jin's shirt was stained by tears and snot. He sniffed and said, "I'm sorry for staining your clothes."

"It's ok."

An Ting looked at Fu Jin's calm expression and asked doubtfully: "Fu Lu..."

"Don't cry, he'll be fine."

"But the knife has pierced his heart, and he..." An Ting lowered his head, tears kept falling down disobediently, "He was covered in blood, and he couldn't hear me. He was trying to save his life." I just……"

Fu Jin wiped away An Ting's tears and comforted: "Don't cry, he definitely doesn't want to see you so sad for him."

An Ting shook his head, "He did it to save me. If he didn't do it to save me..."

"This is not your fault. Don't take the responsibility on yourself. I will feel bad."

"But Fu Jin, when I close my eyes now, I will see him covered in blood. I feel very guilty and I can't let go."

"I know, the doctors are doing their best to save him now, he will be fine, don't worry."

After a while, Fu Dong rushed in from outside. He seemed to be more than ten years older. He looked at An Ting with a haggard face, grabbed his arm and asked softly: "How is Fu Lu? I heard that the mentally ill guy is The knife pierced Fu Lu's heart? Are you okay? Did passers-by exaggerate?"

"Dr. Fu, Fu Lu is still in the operating room for resuscitation. I don't know what's going on inside..."

Fu Dong let go of An Ting's hand and walked to the door of the operating room. He pursed his lips and pretended to be calm, which An Ting couldn't bear.

An Ting looked at Fu Jin, "Fu Jin, what should I do? Fu Dong... it's all because of me..."

"I don't blame you, An An, this is not your fault. If you keep taking the responsibility on yourself, I will really be angry with you."

"He is your brother, don't you blame me?"

"He is my brother, but I also know that you cannot be blamed for this matter. The police have caught the murderer. I believe the police will give me a satisfactory answer."