books44 Chapter 230
Chapter 230
On the way to the hospital, Jiang Tingxu also slowly recalled that year.
This is no less than tearing the scabby wound with blood again.
There was no blood on his face, and he was pale and terrible.
Jiang Tingxu had just turned 13 when he experienced that, and it was on his birthday.
The little girl is just smart in learning. She is protected by the Mohists as a little princess. She has never experienced the darkness in society. She is easily cheated out by ancient poetry.
Who knows, waiting outside is really a group of human traffickers.
After grabbing people into the car, the gang of traffickers immediately drove away, even out of the city and province without stopping.
Mo Er first found that people were missing and questioned the ancient poetry, but the ancient daughter deliberately misled.
When the problem was finally found, Jiang Tingxu had been successfully abducted outside the province by the group.
After a long journey from Yuncheng to outside the province for two days and two nights, Jiang Tingxu was stuffed in the trunk by the group, with something in his mouth, saying that he should not cry every day.
After getting off the bus, he was taken to the general dens by the local contact person.
There are more than one abducted child in the dens, including men, women, children and adults, but it is always said that women account for the majority.
As we all know, where there are many women, there will be no less cruel and ugly pictures.
Even those human traffickers who are devoid of human nature are attacking children, even boys.
I was ready to commit suicide. Unexpectedly, Mo Boyuan broke in alone.
The young boy, with his bare hands and scarlet eyes, fought with his life.
It ended miserably, almost losing both sides and dying together.
However, evil prevails over good, and we still win.
The ending of the group, it is said, no one is complete.
The deepest memory is the words like the coming of God:
Girl, don't be afraid, I'm coming!
When he woke up again, he was already in the hospital. All the sons of the Mohist family stayed by the bed.
After leaving the hospital a few days later, I knew that the ancient poetry had been taken away by the ancient family. It was mother Mo's own father who personally begged the old man.
It can be said that at the beginning, those pictures were deliberately dusty in the deepest place of Jiang's heart, which can be regarded as subconscious self-protection.
As long as those pictures appear, they will hurt themselves. Therefore, they will choose to dust them up.
These things have never been turned out in my last life.
Unexpectedly
"Grandma, the hospital is here."
The driver's voice interrupted the painful memories in his mind.
There is a feeling of mist in the moment:
"OK, stop here."
After getting off the bus, I took a few deep breaths before I took a hard step.
Those pictures were really too heavy.
His face was still pale and did not recover some blood color.
So that after entering the Department, it was seen directly.
"Dr. Jiang, are you ill?" Jora strode over from the triage desk.
"Nothing."
Jora's voice was so sharp that everyone around him could hear it clearly, including peiruse and the head nurse not far away.
For a moment, everyone came.
"Dr. Jiang, what's wrong there?" the head nurse asked aloud.
"It's all right." it's just that I'm not very comfortable.
Jora immediately joined hands:
"Dr. Jiang, let me help you to the office first."
At this time, Jiang listened to Xu. He was really weak, so he didn't refuse:
"Thank you."