How did Fu Si Chao appear here?

But she can't control so much at the moment. She grabs the man's hand and shouts in a hoarse low voice: "please, call the police, make an emergency call, help her, help Naixin!"

The man looked at her crying miserably, she always elegant and self-sustaining, lovely and sweet, no matter how sad, she would not cry like this, like a helpless and desperate child falling into the abyss.

The man's heart seemed to be tightly held by a hand, a little bit tight and painful. He held her hand and pulled her into his arms. He called Lu's hospital without saying a word.

Fortunately, she's OK.

It was a long time to wait for the ambulance. Lu asked the man to hold her: "take me to Naixin's place, and I'll stop bleeding for her."

Although she was not a medical student, she learned a lot of basic bandaging therapy with her father. Naixin shed a lot of blood. She did not know whether she could survive, but she would try her best to save her.

"You're still pregnant." Fu Sichao did not agree with her to do so. She had children in her stomach. It was better not to smell too much blood.

Lu AI Xi, however, roared at him with red eyes: "that's my friend, my best friend. Do you want me to watch her die?"

Zhou line can only place all hope on her. No one here can stop bleeding more than her.

Fu Sichao knew that she was determined to save people. If she was not allowed to save, if something happened to that girl, she would never forgive herself.

"Well, don't get excited. I'll help you through." Men have to compromise.

Lu AI Xi came to Naixin's side and stopped her blood temporarily with the simplest thing. After that, she still had to wait for an ambulance.

Zhou looked at him painfully. This feeling of powerlessness frustrated him. His wounds were so heavy that he could hardly see his original appearance. However, compared with Naixin, who was bleeding all over the body, it was not worth mentioning.

Lu AI Xi did a simple hemostasis, the whole person kept shaking, white lips, body seems to be cold to the extreme.

But the temperature in the box is not low.

Fu Sichao took her back into his arms and hugged her hard, as if to warm her with his own body temperature.

Lu AI Xi shrank in his arms and wept with fear. She had never experienced the taste of life and death. For her, it was like walking to hell. It was cold, cruel and painful.

Her body trembled gently in the man's arms. She was really afraid that she might cause trouble and even more afraid of losing Naixin, the best friend.

No one else is more compatible with each other than their souls.

Fu Sichao's big hand gently patted her back and comforted her in a low voice: "don't be afraid. She will be OK. She will be OK. Shall we wait for her to get better together?"

The man's voice seems to have magic, a little bit of let her restless heart calm down, the face has been red and swollen look.

Naixin, she will be OK. She will be OK.

She recited the words in her heart, but her shaking hands did not get better for a moment.

Fu Sichao once thought many times that the girl in his arms would always be calm and indifferent like water, just like the lake in the back garden. Even if there were stones falling down, they would only splash a few splashes, and would not set off too big waves.

Her mood is always like this, not too much too intense, always so calm and indifferent to look at the world.