When he went out, he was suddenly hit by the cold wind, which made Sang Luo feel bad.
The original owner was already very weak and could even kick a passing dog regardless of whether his father loved him or not. There is not much supply of oil flowers all year round, coupled with the loss of blood after injury, making the body even more exhausted.
With almost a double image in front of his eyes, Sang Luo tried to find an empty classroom to take a rest based on his memory, but he took one step and staggered around, looking like a drunkard.
He was top-heavy and his body trembled due to excessive blood loss. Before falling to the ground, Sang Luo reached out and grabbed a person passing by.
"Go to the hospital..."
I hope there are still many kind-hearted people in this world and don't treat her as a pawn. It's best not to meet Sang Luo's original enemies.
Faintly conscious, Sang Luo could still hear a burst of cheers.
"Brother Lu, that's cool. How many times is this today?"
"Brother Lu's luck in love is really admirable. This shouldn't be a confession."
"This girl's makeup skills are pretty good! She's not going to be sweet anymore, she can come up with some eye-catching tricks this time..."
"Fuck wait, it's real blood!"
"Help, help! Someone is dead——"
"..."
If he hadn't been in a coma, Sang Luo could still have said, "I think we can save him a little more."
The crowd was in a state of chaos. Only the person standing alone in the middle lowered his eyes quietly, with a pair of calm eyes looking at the girl lying on the ground with a bloody face, like a girl who had escaped from a murder.
After a moment of silence, he calmly said: "Send him to the hospital."
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The lights in the hospital flickered on my eyelids, and there were noisy footsteps coming and going all around.
Sang Luo was woken up by a violent jolt. When he raised his head, he was facing the white ceiling of the hospital, surrounded by the pungent smell of disinfectant.
Before she could look around, she heard a voice coming from next to her: "You're finally awake."
Sang Luo followed the sound and looked over, and a boy with a tough head came over. His eyes are big and his face is pale. He looks a little childish, but he is very energetic.
It's just a little too loud.
The boy came over and asked excitedly: "Sister, are you really going to lose your head just to see my Brother Lu?"
He didn't care about the injured person's wounds at first, but he was obsessed with gossip. He seemed to be a restless person who also liked to watch the fun.
"Me?" Sang Luo's face turned dark and his eyes were unkind.
The man was still unconscious and continued to say: "Don't be discouraged. I, Brother Lu, have many peach blossoms. Jealousy is just a petty matter, and more serious ones can lead to suicide. But this is the first time I have seen someone as fierce as you." "After saying that, he extended his hand and gave a thumbs up.
"With all due respect, those love brains who destroy public facilities and disturb public order and good customs should be punished appropriately." Sang Luo said calmly, "Also, if you promote bad views and help the tyrants to commit evil, I suggest you also have your brains cured."
Boy: "..." Such a beautiful person with such a vicious mouth.
He looked in disbelief: "No, then you happened to fall in front of my brother Lu, didn't you just want to attract his attention..."
"What kind of routine is that...ah, yes, it gives people an unforgettable visual experience."
Seeing that Sang Luo's face was getting more and more ugly, and her eyes on him were still cold, she could only stop speaking. He always felt a chill on his neck and wanted to subconsciously touch it to see if his head was still there.
Seeing that he finally stopped talking, Sang Luo took the initiative to speak: "Who just sent me here?"
When she first fell into coma, she seemed to vaguely see a figure dangling around. No matter in terms of temperament or height, it was not the blustering person in front of her.
Hearing this, the boy took a breath: "You don't know him?"
"Oh no, no, no. Could it be that you were knocked unconscious?"
Although Sang Luo had the memory of the original owner in his head, due to the injury, he felt a buzzing pain whenever he thought about it.
"My eyes were shaken just now and I couldn't see the person clearly." Sang Luo said casually.
"he is……"
"I'm Lu Xingyuan," a cold voice interrupted the conversation between the two. He walked out of the model style with long legs, walked to the hospital bed in a few steps, and placed the medicines and payment forms on the bedside.
"How are you doing?"
Although he said words of concern, it was a pity that Sang Luo could not hear any worry or concern from it. He had a businesslike tone, and even the AI reading was more emotional than him.
He seems to be a difficult person to get along with.
"It's okay, thank you." Sang Luo said, raising his eyes slightly.
This is a very impactful face, with crisp and clean lines, long and stylish brow bones, thick and curled eyelashes covering a pair of cold phoenix eyes, and a dotted red mole below the end of the eye. That fair face was like a fluttering butterfly.
Even if you are used to seeing beauties, you have to say that this is the best.
Lu Xingyuan said indifferently: "The fee has been settled. Since you are awake, we will not disturb you."
Not intending to continue to make others uncomfortable, Sang Luo also lost interest in people.
Taking advantage of the other person's back turned, Sang Luo's eyes followed the smooth waist and abdomen line in a circle, and his eyes suddenly focused.
"Wait!" Sang Luo shouted without thinking.
Both of them stopped, with different expressions on their faces.
Sang Luo looked at the other party secretly, and the something wrong just now resurfaced. As she thought, a streak of blood that could not be discerned by the naked eye flashed across her bright eyes very quickly.
Looking through the ghost eyes, Lu Xingyuan's figure is wrapped in a golden light of luck. This is the result of the profound blessings of his ancestors. However, this light is not completely transparent. There are small black particles floating in it. It looks like dirt and is extremely uncomfortable to look at.
Sang Luo is good at collecting ghosts and mystical magic, but he is only lacking in divination, so he cannot see the crux of the problem for the time being.
Thinking that this person had kindly saved her just now, she hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Have you... encountered anything strange recently?"
A sneer came from the side, and Huo Ziliang's eyes were filled with "I understand everything", but before he could say anything, he was froze by a cold gaze. The smile froze on his face instantly, turning the face into the color of pig liver.
He almost forgot that this sister seemed not to be trifled with.
Lu Xingyuan's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, and he shook his head.
Sang Luo's frown deepened, but since the trap master didn't want to say more, she naturally wouldn't ask too many questions about his privacy.
"I understand," Sang Luo raised his eyes and changed his tone, "I will pay you back the medical expenses as soon as possible."
Since money is the easiest way to repay a favor, she is not willing to do any more thankless things.
Lu Xingyuan didn't refuse, but before he reached the door, he paused for a moment, with complicated emotions in his eyes.
"You... pay attention to your health and take good care of yourself."
This seemingly caring words made his companions widen their eyes and look at him like a monster.
Damn you, Huo Zi screamed in his conscience. Brother Lu has always been ranked as the Buddha of the Flower Altar of the High Mountains. It turns out that it’s not that no one has taken it, it’s because everyone’s strategy is wrong!
Unexpectedly, the quiet and ascetic school boss would actually like to hunt for novels! I just don’t know how much this tidbit could be sold for.
"Huo Ziliang." A voice suddenly sounded, interrupting his money dream.
With almost an instinctive reaction, Huo Ziliang straightened his body and shouted: "Brother Lu."
Lu Xingyuan was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "Is there anything different about me today?"
Huo Ziliang blinked his eyes in confusion, his eyes saying: "No, he's still handsome!"
He was calm on the surface, but inside he was in a state of turmoil: Could this be the bud of love? Brother Lu, who has always had no desires and desires, actually had an appearance crisis? !
Lu Xingyuan wanted to speak but stopped, stopped and wanted to, but finally did not continue.
The little girl just looked at me with a strange look. It wasn't the usual admiration or possessiveness, but the look and feel of a giant dragon discovering a new toy. It made people extremely uncomfortable.
