You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 799: Women

The current Ye Xingbei especially misses the former Fifth Master Gu.

Although the current Gu Junzhu is more calm, more imposing, and looks more attractive as a successful man, she still prefers the previous Gu Junzhu who was so angry that she couldn't help but want to go crazy.

Because of that kind of Gu Junzhu, is happy.

Meanwhile.

In the hospital.

Guo Mu was lying on the hospital bed, one hand was handcuffed to the head of the bed, and the other hand was tied with liquid.

Even though the doctor had given him painkillers, he still had pain all over his body.

He heard the doctor who treated him talking about the dart shot at him, which had been soaked in the liquid medicine.

That medicinal liquid can slowly corrode his muscles and nerves, causing him to fester and die.

If he is only injured in three or five places, even if it is ten or eight places, as long as the symptoms are treated, there is still hope for him to recover.

But he was injured in too many places, more than 30 places.

The medicinal liquid slowly corrodes the muscles and nerves of his whole body. For him, the current medicine can only delay the onset of toxins in his body, but cannot save his life.

He thought he was not afraid of death.

But when he clearly felt that something was devouring his body and life, he realized that the taste of waiting for death was terrible.

Besides, it's not good to die.

The process of the drugs eroding muscles and nerves is a pain he can't imagine.

It's like someone taking a dull knife, slicing his muscles in small pieces, then gradually peeling all the muscles away from his bones.

In the past, it was impossible for him to imagine that he could still live with such pain, and he lived soberly.

He can hear the doctors and nurses and the police around him.

His eyes can roll.

He can still feel the pain from all over his body, but he can't speak or move.

He's become a complete wreck.

It's ridiculous that the police were even afraid that he would run away and handcuffed him by one wrist at the head of the bed.

For him at this moment, death is a relief.

But the most tragic thing is that he can't even die.

The whole person he was in pain was in a trance. He wore an oxygen mask on his nose and mouth. His lips trembled for a long time. He couldn't pronounce a single syllable. He couldn't even ask someone to kill him.

Pain, regret, despair, all kinds of negative emotions buried him, and he suffered both physical and mental torment.

Just when he was dying, he heard people talking around him.

A very soft female voice said, "Hey, have you heard? The eldest Miss Fang is dead. She died in the detention center. She was strangled to death by the inmate in the same room."

Another relatively clear female voice said: "Of course I heard it, this is the biggest news today, I also heard that Fang Mingzhu and our ward are accomplices, and it is Fang Mingzhu who bought our ward to kill, really The wicked will be punished!"

"That's right," the soft female voice echoed, "I saw a picture of Fang Mingzhu on the Internet. She looks so pretty and delicate, but she is so maddened. It's really unbelievable."

"The sky is wide and the net is sparse and not leaking," said a clear female voice: "This one in our ward can't live for long. On Huangquan Road, they can still be friends, I just hope they will not be bad people in the next life..."

The voices of the two faded away.

What else they said, Guo Mu couldn't hear clearly.

But he had heard clearly that Fang Mingzhu was dead.