Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1112

Are you kidding me?

The city's best hospital, the fire can't keep up, it's clearly playing with human lives!

But now there is no time to pursue these, the six gods must also immediately restore calm, even if there is a second of relaxation, is the fall of life.

I've seen with my own eyes how determined people are to take that step to die, and I don't want to see the same scene again no matter what.

"If you haven't thought it through, take your time, don't rush, Hank was just telling me about you." Nervously making a swallowing motion, not daring to slacken every nerve, I did my best to keep myself sane.

The word Hank was always special in her eyes, as if reminded of something, Shaw's smile froze on her face and slowly turned her face, her icy eyes looking at me, "Clara, do you believe in fate?"

"What?" My brain was blank, I couldn't even think, nodding along with her words, "I believe, I believe, what you come over, we talk properly, as long as you don't be impulsive."

I have a small mind, while talking to divert Shaw's attention, while using imperceptible speed, little by little to move forward, trying to shorten the distance between each other.

But I forgot that, except in front of Hank, she was also a smart and bold woman, and my trick, she saw right through it, "Don't go any further."

I thought I was hearing things, and Shaw spoke again, this time more forcefully, directly moving his right leg back a small half step, his heel hanging in the air, losing his balance and falling, in the blink of an eye, "If you don't want me to jump right off, stop."

I am angry and helpless, my feet have been a step ahead of the reaction, steady stop in place, hands unconsciously raised sitting blocking action, "Well, I do not move, you also do not move."

Use their own lives, threaten others, to get the desired results, obviously can not cause any substantial harm to others, but, on the contrary, always works, consumed, but only the friendship between the two sides.

Am I to assume that people who threaten to die have never cared about each other at all?

This feeling is like a thorn stuck in the throat, can not go up and down, but scratching the heart and lungs, calling people restless.

The good thing is that Shaw did not go any further, which barely let my heart drop for the time being.

"Shaw, tell me, what are you going to do and how will you come back?" Gathering my emotions, I spoke again, this time much more calmly.

Shaw simply ignored my words and asked me rhetorically, "Have you been to see him?"

Hank?

I reacted for two seconds and nodded, "Just got out of the ward, Hank is doing much better than yesterday and has been willing to eat."

"Heh ......" Shaw smiled, the first rays of morning sunlight hitting her face, but it looked so miserable, "So you know, he was just resuscitated?"

"Resuscitation?" I was completely unaware.

"Last night, he privately just oxygen machine, if not I do not feel at ease, get up early to check the ward again, what you see today is a corpse!"

A corpse.

This is the second time today that I have heard this term, and the shock comes deeper than once.

Recalling Hank's smug look, he suddenly understood where he got his strength, and his heart felt like a hole had been dug, and panic and fear kept pouring in.

Kill yourself this thing, do a time, there is nothing new and scary, countless film and television and reality are reflected in the same ending, there is the first time, there are countless times, until really trampled on the lingering life.

I didn't understand what Shaw meant and could only ask tentatively, "So, Hank wants to die and you're prepared to stay with him, regardless of the parents, and without the kids?"

Behind them, the officers exchanged whispers about the situation.

"Have the families been contacted?"

"What ah, the other side said there is no this daughter, has long been separated from the father-daughter relationship, is dead or alive will not look at more!"