There was a faint sound of crying in front of the bed. "Am I still alive? I felt a tearing pain on my wrist. I touched a piece of hair, and there was a tear-covered face. It was Qingqing.
"Qingqing?"
"Smack!" The burning sensation on her face made her feel like she was on fire.
"Fu Mengjie!! You stupid woman!" Qingqing held me and cried with her hoarse voice. Qingqing, who was strong enough to not fear death, cried. I touched her back and said, "I'm sorry, Qingqing. I made you worry."
I really couldn't do anything. I gave in. I studied at Shen Yang Medical College. Fortunately, Qingqing was with me. I was still happy.
As for my parents, they were indifferent to my suicide. This was the cold of doctors. They had seen too many people die and could be said to be numb.
In Shen Yang Medic
