Chapter 230: Blood dripping

On the way to the hospital, Jiang Tingxu slowly recalled that year.
This is no less than personally tearing an already scabled wound with blood dripping again.
There was no blood on his face, and it was pale and terrible.
When experiencing that incident, Jiang Tingxu had just turned thirteen years old, and it was on his birthday.
The little girl was just clever in learning. She was like a little princess protected by the Mo family since she was a child. She had never experienced the gloom of society at all. She was easily deceived by ancient poetry.
Who knows, waiting outside is indeed a group of traffickers.
After snatching people into the car, the traffickers drove away immediately, and even went out of the market without stopping.
Mo Er was the first to discover that people were missing and questioned the ancient poetry, but the ancient daughter deliberately misled.
When the problem was finally discovered, Jiang Tingxu was 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 into the trunk by the group of people, stuffed in his mouth, so that he shouldn't call the earth and the earth work every day.
After getting off the bus, he was taken to the main den by the local coordinator.
In the den, Jiang Tingxu was not the only kid who was abducted. There were men, women, children, and even adults, but in general, women were the majority.
Everyone knows that there are no less pictures of brutality and unsightly where there are many women.
Even those traffickers who have destroyed humanity are still targeting children, even boys.
Having already thought of suicide, who knows, Mo Boyuan actually broke in alone.
The big boy who has just grown up, with his bare hands and scarlet eyes, is fighting for his life.
It almost ended tragically in a way that both lose and lose together and die together.
However, evil is overwhelming, and he still won.
The ending of the gang, it is said that no one is complete.
The most memorable is the words that came like gods:
Don't be afraid, girl, here I am!
After waking up, he was already in the hospital, and all the members of the Mo family stayed beside the bed.
After he was discharged from the hospital a few days later, he learned that the ancient poetry had been taken away by the ancient family. It was the mother of Mo's father who personally interceded with the old man.
It can be said that those images were deliberately dusted by Jiang Tingxu in the deepest part of his heart, which can be regarded as subconscious self-protection.
As long as those pictures appear, they will hurt themselves, so I choose to seal them up.
None of these things have been revealed in the last life till death.
Unexpectedly...
"Grandma, the hospital is here."
The driver's utterance interrupted the painful memories in his mind.
There was a feeling in the clouds and mist in an instant:
"Okay, stop here."
After getting out of the car, he took a few deep breaths before stepping out of his legs with difficulty.
Those scenes back then were indeed too heavy.
His face was still pale, and he didn't recover a bit of blood.
So that when I walked into the department, I was immediately seen.
"Doctor Jiang, are you sick?" Qiao Ran strode over from the triage table.
"It's okay."
Qiao Ran's voice was very sharp just now, and everyone around him heard it clearly, including Pei Rusi and the head nurse not far away.
For a while, everyone came over.
"Doctor Jiang, is it uncomfortable there?" the head nurse asked aloud.
"It's okay." It's just not feeling well in my heart.
Qiao Ran immediately took hold:
"Doctor Jiang, let me help you to the office first."
At this time, Jiang Tingxu was indeed a little weak, so he did not refuse:
"Thank you."