Chapter 425 Do you hate me

I struggled on the snow with Sean on my back. I hurt my hand just now, so I hurt a lot.

The snow seemed to be very heavy here.

When I stepped on it, the snow could reach my calves.

I took out my cell phone from time to time to see if there was any signal.

But I was disappointed every time.

Why was there no signal here?

I was confused.

In the snowy night, although I could walk with the help of the door, my physical strength had been obviously consumed after a long time.

But I knew I may only have walked a kilometer.

I knew I couldn’t fall, or we may both die here.

I went on.

When I was about to lose consciousness, I heard a slight sound in Sean’s pants pocket.

That was the voice of SMS!

I was so excited!

I took out my cell phone and saw a signal!

I called 911 right away!

They said they would send an ambulance right away!

I saw hope at last.

I pulled Sean on.

At last I saw two yellow lights appear not far away.

The lights were like the light of hope in the snow night.

Soon the ambulance came near us.

A couple of paramedics picked up Sean before I got in.

I was in the ambulance watching the paramedics check on Sean.

Then a doctor came up and looked at my hand and said, “your hands are frostbitten. You have to move them.”

I looked down and found that my hands were purple. My wound seemed to freeze. At this time, my hands were hard to bend in the warm car.

The doctor looked at me and said, “don’t move. Wait until you get to the hospital and let the doctors there handle it for you.”

The ambulance took us to the nearest hospital.

I got out of the car and looked up to see the name of the hospital.

The Sunshine Hospital.

We got to Ming’s hospital.

I hoped he was not here.

I prayed in my heart.

But sometimes, everything followed Murphy’s law.

As soon as Sean was taken to the emergency room, I turned around and saw Ming, whom I hadn’t seen for a long time.

Now he didn’t wear glasses. His hair was shorter than before. He looked cold.

I looked at him and couldn’t help feeling strange.

Even so, I went over to him and said, “please don’t hurt Sean. If you don’t want to save him, we can transfer. We…”

“Am I so ugly in your mind?”

Ming interrupted me.

His cold eyes were dismayed.

He stooped and tried to grab my hand. I dodged subconsciously, but he grabbed my hand.

He looked at my hand and frowned, “you’re hurt but you still care about him. What if he’s just in a coma and your hands are going to be amputated?”

Ming’s words stunned me. “Amputation?”

His eyes were cold. He put down my hand and turned around and said, “come with me.”

Then he left.

I was afraid of amputation, so I followed Ming.

At this time, although my hands recovered a little, they began to ache.

Ming took me to a treatment room and asked the nurse to get something. He rubbed his hands first. He suddenly took my hands. I was stunned and wanted to take them back, but he was strong.

At the same time, he ordered me, “don’t move. I’ll help you recover the temperature first.”

I looked at him suspiciously.

In fact, I thought my hands were much better and they should be OK after a while.

Ming looked down at my hands and didn’t look at me.

I couldn’t see his expression.

At this time, the nurse brought in a small basin and some medicine. Ming took the basin and collected the water and brought it to me. He put it on a stool and said, “first put in the uninjured hand.”

I nodded and put my hand in.

The temperature of the water seemed only a little higher than that of my hand.

I didn’t feel any discomfort when I put it in.

At this time, Ming began to wipe my other injured hand with gauze in his hand.

I was a bit embarrassed, “I’ll do it myself.”

“You are a patient. I said that in the eyes of doctors, patients are gender neutral. You are not my fiancee.”

Ming reminded me of Marcia’s phone call today.

She finished the wedding dress she designed for me in one year, but…

I didn’t struggle anymore.

Ming carefully avoided the wound and wiped other places for me with gauze.

Then he changed a basin of water with a higher temperature and continued the previous action.

He did it about seven or eight times. My hands had basically recovered. He put some ointment on me and detoxified my wound. He took out the gauze and began to bandage me.

At this time, there were only two of us in the whole treatment room.

He lowered his head and wrapped it skillfully.

“Do you hate me?” When Ming lowered his head to bandage me, he suddenly said and broke the silence in the room.

I was confused for a moment. Did I hate him?

I didn’t think so. I couldn’t hate him.

I hesitated for a while and shook my head lightly.

I saw his shoulders shaking. He seemed to be laughing. He said, “in fact, if you hate me, I feel better.”

“Then I hate you.”

I said decisively.

Now I knew Ming and I had broken up completely and we would never have a future. If I could make him feel better, I would like to.

Ming suddenly looked up. His eyes were helpless. “You have changed.”

“Have I?”

I looked at him, too.

Ming looked into my eyes. “Becky, what’s going on these days? I feel like you’ve changed.”


“Yes.” Ming nodded firmly.

Had I changed? Maybe.

Maybe it was because I knew what I wanted.

Maybe it was because I didn’t need to hide under his wings anymore. I had my own wings, and I could protect others.

By this time, Ming had already bandaged the wound for me. I stood up and said to Ming, “thank you. I’m going out to wait for Sean.”

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