good night warlord

Chapter 833

Mo Nanzhi froze for a moment, his eyes couldn't help but wander over the wound he exposed when he sat up, because of the gunshot wound, his chest was wrapped in thick gauze:

"You are so seriously injured, are you sure you can do it yourself?"

It was Chi Xianmin's firm two words that answered her: "Yes."

Mo Nanzhi felt a little disappointed, and could only carefully put the bowl in his hand:

"Be careful of the heat."

The man kept silent, and when the hand that received the chicken soup was withdrawn, it trembled. Mo Nanzhi saw it, and his heart also trembled: "I'll feed it..."

"It's okay, don't bother you."

Chi Xianmin's refusal made Mo Nanzhi's outstretched hand freeze there, and she took it back resentfully when she saw that he hadn't missed the bowl.

He tried to bring the bowl to his mouth, but he couldn't lift his arm, watching Mo Nanzhi's heart gradually tighten.

Tried once, twice, three times, all ended in failure. Mo Nanzhi didn't know how much effort he had used to complete the action of holding the bowl, but he saw the line of his lips tightened, his pale face stretched into a bowstring .

Mo Nanzhi couldn't help but want to step forward to help him. With a movement of his body, Chi Xianmin on the hospital bed suddenly raised his hand vigorously, and drank a bowl of chicken soup in one gulp.

Drinking in a hurry, Chi Xianmin coughed twice, Mo Nanzhi paused on the spot, watching the gauze wrapped on the chest of the man on the hospital bed, bright red blood came out, and soon, it was stained red all over. Large piece of gauze:

"Your wound is bleeding." Mo Nanzhi exclaimed.

The man just lowered his head and glanced: "It's okay, I can't die."

Mo Nanzhi didn't think about why he hated him so much. In order not to let her get close, he would rather burst the wound than feed her chicken soup.

Her heart was cold, her fingers were tightened by her side, she lowered her head, hiding the loss in her eyes:

"I'll call the nurse for you."

"No, nothing else, you can go home."

He is chasing her away.

This realization made Mo Nanzhi very sad, and she herself didn't know why she was so sad, she obviously wanted everything she said she wanted.

But in the face of his disgust, she found that she couldn't care less.

His wound was still bleeding, and if it wasn't treated in time, infection and festering would only take a few minutes. Mo Nanzhi bit his lower lip, and then spoke in a pleading tone:

"Don't make fun of your body, okay?"

Chi Xianmin raised his eyes, half of his eyes were covered by his hair, and he stared firmly at the girl beside the bed:

"Are you caring about me?"

Mo Nanzhi was startled, opened his mouth slightly, and stopped talking:

"..."

Seeing her tangled expression and her fingers that were about to be tangled into a ball, Chi Xianmin leaned back on the pillow behind him, closed his eyes, and said with a sullen coldness in his tone:

"Since you don't care about me, it's none of your business whether my wounds are open or not, whether I'm bleeding or not, and whether I will die."

"I... I just..." Mo Nanzhi wanted to say that she was concerned about her friend, but she couldn't say such a self-deceiving lie.

Regardless of the ruptured wound, Chi Xianmin raised his hand and put the bowl in his hand heavily on the bedside table next to him, making a crisp sound.

He closed his eyes and said word by word:

"Since you don't intend to be with me, please keep your distance.

Every time you approach, it is a great torture to me. I have to control myself not to look at you, and tell myself that I can't like you.

Miss Mo, I'm not a saint, I can control my emotions at will.

Every little bit of your approach will make me hopeful and make me think that you have me in your heart.

But you will always hit me head-on in the next second.

Compared with that feeling, the opening of the wound is nothing, and the bleeding to death is nothing. "

Every sentence was like a heavy hammer hitting Mo Nanzhi's heart, causing her heart to thump.

She looked at Chi Xianmin on the hospital bed. His eyes were closed. Although he was seriously injured, he was still very strong and looked so indestructible.

His chest was covered in blood, as if he didn't care about anything.

Mo Nanzhi didn't know how unscrupulous his eyes were at the moment, because he didn't look at her, so she could release her feelings without reservation.

This man made her heart move, care about, and never forget.

Sometimes she was angry, sometimes helpless, and occasionally happy, which made her sad.

Worry about gains and losses, afraid of losing everything if you take a step forward.

The moment she knew he was seriously injured, a string in her heart snapped.

She instinctively wanted to follow, and was very afraid in her heart that this would be the last time she saw him.

She can't let go...

On the hospital bed, Chi Xianmin heard her footsteps leaving.

A heavy sigh sounded in my heart.

When he opened his eyes, she was no longer in the ward.

Empty, like his heart.

He lay on his back on the pillow, staring at the ceiling above his head, remembering that he had faced so many evil forces against Allison in country W, and he had never had such a headache before.

After today's incident, will she never appear before his eyes again?

A girl's mind is really looking for a needle in a haystack, elusive.

His heart ached, he was not made of iron, the double pain in body and mind made him even more upset.

Thinking of relieving the pain with pain, he pulled up the gauze on his heart, thinking about just tearing it off.

"What are you doing? You are dying?" A scream rushed in accompanied by hurried footsteps.

Chi Xianmin raised his head in astonishment, and stopped his movements, while Mo Nanzhi had already rushed to the side of the hospital bed, holding his hand, panting anxiously:

"Do you want to bleed to death? How sad your family will be if you don't cherish your body so much."

After Mo Nanzhi reprimanded him, he came back to his senses when he met the man's deep eyes. The little hand on Chi Xianmin's heart froze for a moment, and was about to retract, but the man held it back with precise movements:

"You didn't leave?" Chi Xianmin asked seriously.

Mo Nanzhi shook his hand in embarrassment, she couldn't take it back if he didn't relax, so she could only turn her head away.

Another voice came over:

"Oh, what happened? Is the wound open? Mr. Chi, you should lie down quickly. The wound needs to be stitched up again."

After the nurse came in with a tray, she was startled by Chi Xianmin's chest covered in blood, and hurriedly put down the tray and came over to remove the gauze.

Chi Xianmin reacted:

"Did you call the nurse just now?"

Mo Nanzhi turned his head away in embarrassment, avoiding his sight:

"Do you want to see you bleed to death? After all, you are also a good friend of Mr. Zhan, and you have helped my best friend so much. Naturally, I can't just ignore death."

Chi Xianmin looked at her blushing cheeks with an awkward look, and the corners of her lips curled up. He tightened the girl's hand again, which caused Mo Nanzhi to almost lie on top of him because of the pulling.

As the distance got closer, he breathed into her round earballs:

"No matter what your reason is, since you didn't leave, don't blame me for not letting go."