In the shelter, Wen Meiyun looked sad and looked at the lights in the distance with a dull look. Her originally slender and plump thighs had completely disappeared, and her buttocks were firmly tied with bandages. Although she had several layers of bandages, the blood stains that came out of the inside had dyed the bandage a dark red.

Wen Meiyun's right arm did not fly away, and also wrapped a blood-permeable bandage. People like Wen Meiyun are everywhere in the shelter, some are more miserable than Wen Meiyun, such as the man in the bed next to Wen Meiyun. He has no parts below his heart, and he relies on the artificial internal circulation system to prolong his life.

Originally, such a person would not need to be saved, but the new chairman of the board of judges expressed his intention to give up a living person, so the man was so painfully maintaining his identity. Wen Meiyun remembered that in the first few days of staying in the shelter, various officials came here to inspect with reporters and cameras every day, standing beside the man to express condolences, patting his shoulder, saying a few words of encouragement, leaving behind some seemingly good nutritional supplements, and never appeared again.

Later, the heat of this matter probably passed, and officials have not come to show off in the past few days. The man could only rely on moans to indicate that he was still alive.

Suddenly, Wen Meiyun suddenly noticed that the man's arm was moving. His hand was slowly fumbled on the table next to him, and finally touched a shriveled apple on the table, and there was a fruit knife inserted into the apple.

This is the apple left by an official who came to comfort him. The official was very kind and cut it half for him. When he was about to feed him, he was stopped by a nurse. The reason is very simple. The man's stomach is gone. For treatment, his esophagus has been completely closed. Feeding him with apples cannot have any effect at all. Instead, it will accumulate in the esophagus and eventually turn into a pile of rot.

The official smiled embarrassedly and left the apple on the table without taking it away. Now the apple has completely rotted, and the original yellow flesh has turned into a black piece, just like Wen Meiyun's mood.

The man finally touched the apple, and then he grabbed the fruit knife on the apple, took it off with great effort, and then cut off a rubber tube hanging on his body without hesitation.

This is the tube connected to the artificial internal circulation system and his body. What is constantly flowing here is the man's blood, which is equivalent to the man's aortic blood vessel. The man cuts the rubber tube, which means he has given up the idea of ​​living. Without the help of the artificial internal circulation system, he will die from excessive blood loss in less than five minutes.

In the end, he succeeded, the rubber tube broke, and the blood inside was flowing out. In addition to Wen Meiyun, many people saw this. However, the patients around him did not say a word, said a word or reminded the doctor. Even if two nurses passed by, they only showed a look of regret on their faces, and then they became much more relaxed in an instant.

These patients did not say anything because they understood the man's pain, and it would be better to die if they survive like this. The two nurses did not speak because the man was very troublesome to care for. If he died, these nurses would be much easier.

In such silence, the man died, but before he was about to die, Wen Meiyun seemed to hear a gloomy laughter coming from hell. Then the man waved his hand weakly, and the fruit knife in his hand flew out and finally landed on Wen Meiyun's bed.

The shelter controls knives, and no one except doctors are allowed to touch the knives. But this apple was an accident. In a few days, no one noticed the apple, and the fruit knife escaped the fate of being confiscated.

Now that the fruit knife has arrived on Wen Meiyun's bed, Wen Meiyun feels that this is her fate. Destiny tells her that she doesn't have to live anymore. Maybe she can survive for more than ten or even decades, but what's the point? What's the use of herself besides being a burden to Xiaoya? She must not implicate Xiaoya's future. As long as she dies, Xiaoya will be free!

Every mother's mind is so simple that Wen Meiyun wants to end her life just because she doesn't want to drag Long Xiaoya down. Even though she is still full of attachment to life.

Thinking of this, Wen Meiyun grabbed the fruit knife on the bed and wanted to commit suicide. But she was just a woman, and for a while, she couldn't think of how to die... Don't think that suicide is an easy thing, just cut it on your neck, it's in a hidden place where no one can do it.

Wen Meiyun is in so many people's shelters now. If she commits suicide, someone will come to save her immediately.

She is not as good as that man. For that man, death is a kind of happiness, so others will not stop him. But Wen Meiyun is different. One reason is that her injuries are not as good as death is happier than living. The other reason is that she is a beautiful woman, even if she has broken legs and hands, she cannot change this. The man next to her still covets her, so how could she let her die? Seeing her commit suicide, she will definitely save her to show her favorability.

So after thinking for a while, even though he held the fruit knife in his hand, Wen Meiyun did not think of a way to die completely.

"Why would I kill myself by cutting my wrist in the quilt!" After thinking for a while, Wen Meiyun came up with a good solution, which is to commit suicide by cutting my wrist. As long as I hide my wrist in the quilt and pretend to sleep, no one will notice her abnormality.

But then I thought about it, this is unrealistic. I only have one hand and the fruit knife is not big. How can I use my left hand to cut my wrist to my left hand? It is impossible for ordinary people to do this.

Wen Meiyun then changed her mind and decided to give herself a knife in the stomach. However, it would be a bit ugly to die like this.

"Hey, Wen Meiyun, you're going to die, why don't you care or not?" Wen Meiyun smiled self-deprecatingly, and applied to the quilt with her hand holding the fruit knife. She used it to scratch her belly. Her facial features twisted, and then suddenly showed a happy smile, then closed her eyes, looking no different from falling asleep.
Chapter completed!