Following the doctor, Han Yurou took back Rong Jincheng's things, which were all small items he carried with him, but they were all stained with his blood.

Cell phones, lighters, cigarettes, bank cards, keys... and the hairpin she once wore was lost five years ago.

There is blood on these things, and the blood stains have dried.

Han Yurou's hands were shaking violently, and her heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of her throat.

Everything in front of his eyes was red, all of Rong Jincheng's blood.

She was very familiar with these things of his. The lighter was a gift from her, and the card was also hers. He had always carried it with him when he went to Southeast Asia.

"Miss, come here and sign," the doctor said.

Han Yurou was speechless, her whole body was cold, and her blood seemed to be flowing backwards, as if she was in an ice cellar.

"Doctor, who sent him to the hospital? Where is the person?"

"A passer-by found him and sent him to the hospital while he was still breathing. We performed surgery and found that the bullet missed his temple by a few millimeters. We saved his life, but he is still in the intensive care unit. It is hard to say whether he will wake up.

The worst result is brain death, followed by vegetative state. If you know his family members, I hope you can call them and ask them to come over and stay with him."

Han Yurou heard every word in her ears, but her mind went blank.

She suddenly grabbed the doctor's arm and held it tightly: "Doctor, can he still wake up?"

"It's hard to say. The hope is not very high. It may be half a year, it may be a year, it may be forever. Just be mentally prepared."

"Why did this happen to him? Did the police come?"

"I don't know." The doctor shrugged, as if he didn't know anything.

Han Yurou's expression changed.

My heart felt extremely cold, as if it was covered in frost.

Her eyes suddenly went dark, and for a moment, she didn't know what she was thinking.

The doctor also said some words in her ear, but she heard nothing more, only a "buzzing" sound.

After the doctor left, she took Rong Jincheng's things and sat on the bench in the corridor.

There were many people coming and going, but no one noticed her. She sat silently, her eyes dull.

Rong Jincheng has no family anymore, let alone friends.

Except for those few people like Lao San, no one will come to see him or care about him.

In June, the man was obviously still high-spirited and proud, and seemed to be developing well in the future. He even said he was going to buy a ring for her.

She doesn't want it.

It turns out that everything in the world will disappear, just like the mirror, flowers, water and moon disappearing into nothing.

The past cannot be recalled and the future cannot be pursued.

After all, it disappears and drifts away, like wind and fog, and you can't catch it no matter what.

She couldn't find out what happened. She didn't even know what Rong Jincheng was doing in Southeast Asia now. Did he mess with someone he shouldn't have messed with?

Could it be that the time we met him in June was the last time we met in this life? At that time, he was still clamoring for her to buy him ice cream.

Han Yurou lowered her head, motionless like a puppet.

It was daytime in Thailand at this moment, the crowds were dense, and she was sitting on a bench, so inconspicuous.

She was alone, lonely and lonely, her eyes filled with loneliness.

Time passed minute by minute.

She didn't know what to do, she knew that she didn't want him to die, especially now, she didn't think about it again.
Chapter completed!