When he came to the bedside, he saw Xia Bei lying on the bed with the quilt tightly covered. His eyes were closed tightly. Under the reflection of the moonlight, his face was pale to almost transparent. He seemed to be asleep, but he felt a sense of stillness, as if he could not feel a breath.

Shen Zhiyu slowly stretched out his hand and touched Xia Beiqing's cheek, which was cold to the bone. At this moment, he had an ominous premonition in his heart, and gently called: "Beiqing? To the north? "

People on the bed are like a pool of stagnant water, without any reaction. Even if they fall asleep, they should not sleep so dead.

Shen Zhiyu felt that something was wrong. When he lifted the quilt, a large amount of gorgeous blood color appeared in the moonlight, which hurt Shen Zhiyu's eyes.

He was surprised to see that Xia Beiqing's hand was on his side, and his wrist was scratched with a long and deep wound. Blood seeped out of the wound and soaked a large sheet.

The red and gorgeous blood is shocking.

Shen Zhiyu was struck by a huge thunder. His head was buzzing. He immediately rushed to Xia Beiqing on the bed, hugged him tightly and covered the wound on his wrist with one hand.

"North... North!" Shen Zhiyu's voice was shaking out of shape, and his fear was overwhelming.

Seeing this scene, aunt Zhao was frightened and exclaimed, "my God! Blood! Blood

This cry suddenly made Shen Zhiyu turn back from his astonishment. He tore up the sheets and quickly bandaged Xia Beiqing's wound to stop the continuous flow of blood.

Then he looked up at Aunt Zhao and yelled, "come on! Make an emergency call

"Oh Aunt Zhao quickly took out her mobile phone and made an emergency call.

Soon, the ambulance arrived and sent Xia Beiqing to the nearest hospital.

In the corridor of the hospital, Shen Zhiyu leaned against the wall and raised his hands tremblingly. His hands were covered with blood. When he opened the quilt, he saw a large area of blood, and Xia Beiqing's pale face, which flashed in his mind.

Shen Zhiyu felt that his legs were soft, his body slid down the wall, and he sat down on the cold ground. He pressed his bloody hand on his chest and opened his mouth to gasp.

Aunt Zhao looked anxiously at Shen Zhiyu: "are you ok? Are you all right? "

Shen Zhiyu was in a trance, as if he could not hear any sound.

Until the doctor came out of the emergency room, he immediately stood up, rushed to the doctor and asked in a hurry.

The doctor said, "it's no big deal. Fortunately, it's delivered in time. If I guess correctly, the patient should cut his wrist by himself, or he should pay more attention to the patient's psychological state."

Suicide

Shen Zhiyu never thought that Xia Beiqing would commit suicide. Why did he do it!

In the ward, Shen Zhiyu is standing beside the bed. Xia Beiqing hasn't recovered yet. There is no blood on his thin face. His fragile face seems to disappear in front of his eyes at any time.

"Originally... Originally, you are really going not to want me..." Shen Zhiyu trembled his lips, his voice was full of despair, and tears gushed out.

It turned out that he really wanted to leave him alone in the world, and then go to die without nostalgia.

"Why?" Shen Zhiyu's hands tightly grasped the edge of the dress, and glared at the people on the bed with angry and resentful eyes, yelling: "why do you want to do this?"

Why don't you live well, just choose the road of death.

Shen Zhiyu really wanted to open up Xia Beiqing's mind and see what he thought.