Winner Takes All

CHAPTER 83

He was only wearing a white sweater with a lot of blood on it, which was particularly dazzling.

"Jin Xin ..." After Li Shuo stiffened, he quickly ran towards Zhao Jin Xin, and at the same time shouted sternly, "What about the doctor ?!" They accompanied the medical staff.

Shao Qun was relieved: "He's okay, you used to call him."

What Li Shuo thinks of Zhao Jinxin doesn't seem to be okay. He squatted in front of Zhao Jinxin with trembling, and called out gently: "Jin Xin?"

Zhao Jinxin didn't move, Li Shuo noticed that the bones of his fists had been torn and his hands were covered with dried blood.

Li Shuo stretched out his hand and placed it on Zhao Jinxin's head. He whispered again, "Jin Xin, I'm Uncle Li."

Zhao Jinxin's body moved, but instead of looking up, he grabbed Li Shuo's wrist and just held it.

Li Shuo's nose was sour, and his eyes suddenly became wet. He leaned back and hugged Zhao Jinxin and pressed his furry head against his chest. He choked and said, "Jin Xin, it's me."

Zhao Jinxin slowly reached out his hand, hugged Li Shuo, and said in a tired, angry voice, "Uncle Li ..."

"Yes, it's me. What's wrong with you? Are you injured?"

"It's so dark, so dark, I'm scared." Zhao Jinxin desperately pushed his head against Li Shuo's chest, as if trying to get into Li Shuo's body to find that warm sense of security.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, there is light all around, I'm here, it's not black at all, and it won't be black anymore, don't be afraid." Li Shuo also held him with the force that could not embed Zhao Jinxin into his body .

"Uncle Li, Uncle Li, Uncle Li." Zhao Jinxin repeatedly called the name, a fire in the deep, hopeless darkness that could light his world.

Li Shuo felt hot liquid on his face, and his eyes were blurry. At this moment, he realized that nothing could compare with this person's health and safety in front of his eyes. No matter how bad things he has experienced during this time, as long as Zhao Jinxin is okay, he won't complain any more.

Li Shuo wiped his tears with his hands and patted Zhao Jinxin's back: "Jin Xin, are you injured? Let me check."

Zhao Jinxin shook his head, just holding Li Shuo firmly.

"Look at these on the ground, I see he's fine." The captain directed the police officer to lift people into the car. The medical staff was doing basic processing. Due to lack of manpower, they could not be busy for a while.

Li Shuo turned his head and looked at Lao Diao's group. Their injuries were mild and severe. Lao Diao's fingers were fuzzy and mostly obsolete. Xu Darui fell in the corner with blood on his face, but still conscious. Looking at them with eyes, gray eyes, lifeless.

Lao Diao stared at Li Shuo with dead eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Wait for me ... Come out ..."

Li Shuo looked at him grimly: "Wait for you to come out, if you dare to come to us, I will make you regret it." He paused, whispering, "Let you regret to live."

Lao Diao gave a low-pitched sorrow in his throat.

Shao Qun came over and pressed Zhao Jinxin's head: "Lock him in a dark environment for a long time, he will be particularly aggressive, and quickly get him in the car."

Li Shuo helped Zhao Jinxin to stand up, and Zhao Jinxin hung on him as if he had no bones. Li Shuo held him, comforted in a low voice, and went out.

Passing by Xu Darui, Li Shuo gave him a cold look, without stopping.

"Li Shuo ..." Xu Darui called out weakly, "I talk to you, say something ..."