Chapter 524

Mo Leng fiercely clenched his fist. He hung his face, and the look of his eyes was dim: "I'm sorry..."

I'm sorry, I didn't come in time when you were in the most painful and desperate time, and let you bear such sorrow That kind of pain

That kind of despair

Luo Luo blinked. She felt that her eyes were moist. She raised her hand and held it on the back of Mo lengqing's hand. Her voice was hoarse: "let's continue to watch."

No matter what happened in the back, I want to know the truth.

Mo Leng Qing lowered his head, eh.

Both of them once again put their attention on the laptop screen in front of them. No one spoke, but they could feel the deep breathing of others.

And Each other's heavy hearts.

The content of the video surveillance is still going on. Two nurses put Ye Ling on the bed, tucked in the quilt for her, opened the window, and then went out, slowly closing the door of the ward.

Then, the content of the video surveillance did not change for a long time.

The white walls, the yellow light shining on the zenith, and the Striped sheet covering, reveal Ye Ling's pale face.

Her hands were on the back of the stripes, and her face was wearing an oxygen mask. She could see that her breathing was very weak, and the ECG beside the bed was beating slowly

After not knowing how long, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A young man, dressed in a white coat and covered by a mask, came in slowly, holding a small silver tray with some medicines, white syringes, scalpels and other tools.

Step by step

Slowly toward the hospital bed Ye Ling close.

Luo Luo's breath stopped, and he sat up straight, stiff and pale.

It's this man, it's this man

The person in her memory is mo lengqing

although as like as two peas in front of the bed, their faces were masked by their mask, but they were almost identical to the ink cold ones.

"Not me." The Mo Leng Qing beside him suddenly makes a sound. He holds Luo Luo's hand, and the other hand gently pats Luo Luo's back. He moves gently.

Luo Luo's trembling range gradually decreased.

However, Mo Leng Qing can still feel her pain at the moment. He put his hand on Luo Luo's back and gradually clenched his fist. His face was a bit shocking.

However, the voice is so gentle: "Luo Luo, this is not me, don't be afraid, you look up, he is not me."

Luo Luo slowly raised her head, tears pattered down her eyes.

She took her hand out of Mo lengqing's palm, lifted it up, wiped around her eyes, straightened her back, and continued to stare carefully at the laptop screen in front of her.

In the picture, the man in a white coat suddenly pulls out the built-in white syringe from the tray.

The silver tip at the front end of the needle barrel glows coldly.

The man suddenly pressed to the back of the syringe, and the transparent liquid constantly emerged from the tiny hole in the tip of the syringe.

Luo Luo is very excited. She grabs Mo Leng Qing's wrist hard. Her fingernails are slowly pinched into Mo Leng Qing's flesh, but unconsciously, her eyes are still staring at the laptop interface. She looks like a bird in shock.

There is a stabbing pain on the wrist. The color of Mo lengqing's eyes is dark, but it doesn't move.