1215 A mouthful of blood spewed out

In addition to the news broadcast, the television also showed the rescue scene that had been sent back from the scene earlier.

Many injured people in ancient costumes, who were obviously crew members, were dug out by the rescue personnel and sent to the ambulance.

One of the figures was easily recognized by Ling bei even if he had turned into ashes.

“M-miss Mengmeng, Yingluo, that’s miss Mengmeng!” Ling bei had long forgotten about young master Li’s taboo.

He pointed at the bloodied young lady in ancient costume who was being sent to the ambulance and shouted excitedly.

The second young master did not lie to them. Miss Mengmeng was really injured and her life was uncertain.

Miss Mengmeng’s fair and delicate little face was covered in mud that was a mixture of blood and soil.

The green gauze dress she wore was also covered in blood, and her small hand that hung limply by her side was covered in wounds and blood.

Such a pitiful miss Mengmeng made Ling bei’s heart ache. He did not believe that the eldest young master would remain unmoved.

“Young master, young lady Mengmeng is injured, should we go for a walk?”

Ling bei turned around, his face filled with grief and indignation. However, in the next moment, his face was filled with confusion.

“Hey, where’s the young master?”

The man who had been sitting there just a moment ago was nowhere to be seen.

……

The People’s Hospital, the People’s Hospital

Li junyu had stopped a car in front of the terminal.

He directly transferred one million Yuan to the other party and bought the ordinary car worth more than 300000 Yuan.

He couldn’t wait for Ling bei to make the arrangements, and he couldn’t wait for the chauffeur who had already returned to pick him up.

The moment he saw the blood-stained girl on the TV screen and the wounds all over her body, the man’s inherent defense in his mind collapsed.

He only felt his heart ache, his heart throbbing in pain.

An unprecedented gloominess rushed from his feet to the back of his head.

Li junyu drove to the city’s famous hospital and sped all the way. The man’s expression became more and more sinister, and the closer he got to the hospital, the more his hands on the steering wheel trembled.

He didn’t dare to think, he didn’t dare to think in detail about what Yingluo would become if she lost Mengmeng.

When they finally arrived at their destination, a cold and sorry-looking man stepped into the emergency ward.

What he saw were all the injured people in ancient costumes, either lying or sitting. Their costumes were mixed with blood and mud, and they were wailing in pain.

The nurses were treating the wounds of the injured. Not far away, the doctor’s loud shouts could be heard. The seriously injured people were still being rescued.

pay attention to the blood pressure-prepare for the electric shock-”

The sound of doctors resuscitating the patient could be heard from time to time.

Meanwhile, li junyu looked around outside but did not see the young lady. The bone-chilling cold had already gradually flowed from his heart to his limbs and bones, and it was about to take over his breath.

“Young man, who are you looking for?” An old actor who was sitting at the door with a bandage on his hand and was not seriously injured noticed li junyu.

The man glanced sideways, his handsome face showing a moment of panic.

“Ruan Mengmeng,” He heard himself say, his voice low and hoa.r.s.e.

When the veteran actor heard li junyu’s words, he immediately sighed. sigh, that girl, ah, ran ran, it’s not easy for her. She’s over there, you can go over.”

As he spoke, the veteran pointed to the small emergency room next to the large one.

The small emergency room at the side was much quieter compared to the busy atmosphere in the large emergency room.

When li junyu walked in, his deep and dark eyes suddenly narrowed.

There were no injured people here, only three bodies covered in white cloth that were declared dead after the emergency rescue failed.

He saw the hand of one of the corpses hanging by the edge of the bed.

It was the hand of a young girl, and a part of it was exposed from the sleeve of the green gauze.

It used to be white and tender, but now it was covered in wounds and blood, and even its nails were broken.

One could only imagine how much effort this girl had put in to dig out a way out of the soil when she lost her breath.

The man remembered the scene on the TV. His Mengmeng was like this, wearing a green gauze dress and her hands were full of scars.

I can’t bear it anymore

His heart ached, so much so that he couldn’t breathe, and a wave of irrepressible grief surged.

The excruciating pain almost crushed li junyu’s heart into pieces.

A mouthful of blood spurted out.