Gangster Play House 【ABO】

Chapter 26

The helicopter carrying everyone quickly landed on the roof of a general hospital, and Porsche pushed the gurney under Kinn to the emergency operating room prepared in advance, until the light blue sensor door quickly closed in front of his eyes. On the top of his head, three bright red characters "in operation" lit up above his head, and his legs softened, allowing his nearly collapsed body to slide and sit on the ground.

His whole body was in severe pain, and his head twitched like it was about to explode. The intense nausea that he had endured all the way flooded his throat again. Porsche bent down and vomited, but only a little thin sour water came out. He hadn't eaten anything for more than 24 hours, his lips were cracked, his stomach was churning, and the blood belonging to Kinn in his palm had congealed into red powder, sticking to his criss-cross palm lines, like a long-dried and cracked red land.

The redness in the palm made Porsche's skin tingle with dense burning pain, but he stared at it motionlessly as if he had been bewitched, his ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear anything clearly, and it seemed to be mixed with countless Sounds, human voices, gunshots, laughter, explosions, everything, engulfed him and fell into a dark and twisted space, entangled his hands and feet, making him unable to struggle. Porsche felt like he was about to suffocate. Everything in front of his eyes was blurred, but the background was a large swath of dazzling red. For a while, it was Mile's face with a big hole, and for a while, it was Kinn's bloody back, and for a while, there was thunderous applause. The martial arts arena turned into a dark and damp cell for a while. He spun around in a panic, looked around, and shouted, but he was still unable to accurately determine what year, month, and place he was in.

He subconsciously knew that he was falling into unnecessary anxiety and panic again, just like the countless nights he had spent in prison, he wanted to struggle out, but the current Porsche couldn't control his messed up thoughts.

In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, and the time you can never see the end, he curled up and trembled, and he felt a burning pain from head to toe. He felt so cold, it was colder than when he was buried in the snow for more than ten hours in winter. He was cold, and there was only a little soup in his stomach. He saved most of the rest and fed it to a small ball of Tommy, but it was still not enough. Tommy lacked various vitamins. Long-term anaemia and malnutrition made the young Life is becoming more and more fragile, no matter how hard Porsche tries, Tommy is always pale and emaciated. Familiar yet unfamiliar damp heat filled his eye sockets, but after thinking about it, he had the urge to cry again. Before the age of 24, Porsche never knew that his lacrimal glands could be so developed, but what's the use of crying? Even if the tears were shed dry, his son couldn't grow a little more flesh. He's a failed father and a failed lover, and his whole life has long been completely over.

But why did he implicate Kinn, why was Kinn injured so badly, but he was still damned alive here. Didn't he always claim to be a sharpshooter in the past, and he never missed a shot in a hundred steps, but why didn't he kill Richard with a single shot, why didn't he stand in front of Kinn, and why didn't he discover the injury on Kinn's back in the first place? A little earlier, why did he let Kinn fall in love with him step by step?

Porsche grabbed his hair like crazy, curled up on the floor in front of the operating room as if no one else was there, and screamed one after another from the depths of his dry throat.

"Hey! Doctor! There is a person here who is not in the right condition, come and see!" Tankhun came back from the formalities and saw the Porsche lying on the ground. his shoulders, trying to regain his sanity.

"Porsche? Porsche? Porsche!" Tankhun yelled a few times, but the people on the ground never responded. Their eyes were tightly closed, their brows were deeply furrowed, their foreheads were covered with cold sweat, and they looked like they were gasping for breath. Couldn't even breathe.

Hearing the movement, the nearby medical staff quickly ran over and administered a sedative to the tense Porsche. Only then did the Porsche gradually calm down and fell into a coma.

Looking at the large and small bleeding or congealed wounds on Porsche, Tankhun gave an exaggerated "Hey" and beckoned to Arm who was not far away, "Go in and see a doctor, I don't want to wait to see him die here."

'Madman', the gentle bodyguard wearing glasses twitched his mouth, but he didn't dare to say anything more. He and Pol, another tall bodyguard, lifted the Porsche one by one. Tankhun shouted, "Arm!"

"What else is there, young master?"

"Any news from the other side?!"

"Master Kim has already passed, and it is estimated that he will be able to turn around soon."

Hearing this answer, Tankhun finally nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand, and then let the two of Arm carry the Porsche away.

Drowsy, Porsche heard chaotic footsteps from all around, mixed with unreal soft voices, which made his brain ache. He wanted to open his eyes to see clearly, but his eyelids were extremely heavy. After struggling for a while, he fell into the boundless darkness again.

When Porsche regained consciousness again, those noisy voices were gone, and the surrounding light seemed to have been specially dimmed. He got used to it and soon found himself lying on a strange hospital bed, surrounded by snow-white walls.

"Kinn?!"

He woke up suddenly, struggling to sit up, but a hand fell on his shoulder even faster, stopping his dangerous movement in time.

"I'll help you raise the bed. You don't have to worry, Master Kinn's surgery is over and he's still in ICU, just in case you were wondering, Thomas is safe too."

Porsche was quickly adjusted to a half-sitting position along with the bed under him, the expression on his face changed repeatedly following the words in the man's mouth, and in the end, he was a little excited.

"Who are you?!" He stared closely at the other man in the room, clenched his fists, his eyes full of vigilance.

He requested to see his son...Thomas was awake. "I missed you so much."

Porsche imitated his movements, touched the listless little head, and kissed the top of Thomas' head, but his throat was a little choked, "...Tommy is here with Kinn, and Kinn will not hurt anymore. Kinn is a big Lazy, let's wait for him, shall we? Dad will teach him a lesson when he wakes up."

"Well! But Dad, don't be angry with Kinn, okay, Kinn didn't mean to stay in bed."

"Dad... Daddy isn't mad at Kinn, how could Daddy be mad at Kinn?"

"That's good," Thomas crawled into Porsche's arms and smiled sweetly, Porsche smiled back at him, and took a deep breath quickly, afraid of tears falling from his eyes.

After a while, Porsche calmed down a lot. Looking at Thomas who was sitting obediently in his arms, he asked curiously again, "Baby, why do you only call Kinn Kinn? Don't you call everyone else Uncle Uncle?"

Thomas looked up at him, blinked his black grape eyes, tilted his head, and seemed a little confused, "Because Kinn is Kinn."

"I know Kinn isn't Daddy, but Kinn isn't anyone else either."

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