Don't Come Ill (MTL)

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Muzhenxi only felt a shadow rushing out of her eyes, passing through the retina for a short time. Before she could catch it, she heard a muffled noise, and then her body followed the car to turn sharply, lost her balance, hit the right, and lost her eyes. The perception.

When she woke up, she was still sitting in the car, shaking her head and straightening her waist. There were several people outside. Some people were covering their mouths. Someone seemed to have seen something terrible. Some people were talking on the phone with their mobile phones. She said something and looked anxiously looking at her direction.

What happened?

Muzhenxi's head is a bit dizzy, her ears have slight tinnitus, the front part of the car in sight is distorted not like it, the windshield is covered with cobweb-like cracks, and the memory is sluggishly looking back. She finds that the vicinity is exceptionally quiet, almost dead. .

Xiao Jin sat next to her, and she realized it later.

Muzhenxi froze, her fingers trembled uncontrollably, and she didn't even dare to look back. The frightened woman covering her mouth was not looking at her but the position beside her.

Xiao Jin...

Muzhenxi forced herself to turn her head, and the eyes were dazzling blood red, gurgling from Xiao Jin's head, she couldn't see where the wound was, and it seemed that it was all wounds. She closed her eyes tightly, her lips were pale, her breathing was weak, and she couldn't tell whether she was alive or dead.

Muzhenxi suffocated his heart, and took two short and short breaths, tears rushing up in his eyes, unsuccessfully rolling in his eyes.

"Xiao Jin." Her throat moved slightly, and she struggled to squeeze out two words, a name she had once recited in her heart, and deliberately forgotten.

With one exit, there was a second.

"Xiao Jin." Muzhenxi cried.

Everything around was pressed the mute button, the wooden pillow creek seemed to be drained of strength, then collapsed, staring blankly at the blood flowing along Xiao Jin's cheeks to chin, chin to neck, dyeing the front of her clothes red.

The person with his face in the pool of blood suddenly reacted, flapping his long eyelashes, opening his eyes laboriously, and showing her a shallow, calm smile with blood on his face.

Muzhenxi leaped towards her, shedding tears, choking hard to say.

Xiao Jin couldn't speak, her lips opened and closed, and she made a weak and slow mouth shape: I'm fine.

Wooden pillow Creek tears like rain.

Xiao Jin's eyes turned up and down very slowly, as if looking closely at her to confirm that she was safe and sound, as if relieved, she passed out into a coma again.

Muzhenxi wiped his tears, pinched his legs vigorously, calmed himself down, and took out his mobile phone from his bag to call 120 for first aid.

The traffic police arrived the fastest and pulled the cordon, and then a traffic police opened the door of the car on Muzhen Creek to come and help her out. Muzhen Creek waved her hand and refused. She softened and got out of the car and stared at lying in the car. Xiao Jin motionless.

The car door on her side was badly damaged and people couldn't move it out. It took a lot of tools to move the people out carefully. After an emergency bandage, they were put on a stretcher. A group of people in white coats rushed into the car. Muzhen Creek followed, and the ambulance roared away in the night.