Chapter 1152 The Gift She Received Was the God of Death

Xia Rushuang let out a short scream and then lost her voice. The severe pain was something she couldn't describe in any words. Pouring alcohol on the wound was more painful than a handful of salt. ,

Xia Rushuang's body twitched, her whole body spasmed, her mouth was open, her eyes kept rolling, and she made a grunting sound in her throat. She couldn't take a breath, and the pain felt like she could die at any time.

When the doctors and nurses saw what had just happened, their calves trembled with fear.

There were two nurses who were so frightened that they covered their mouths and did not dare to speak, with tears falling down their faces.

Yan Qingsi swept over them, and they were all shaking like sieves.

She ended the video and said, "Give Ms. Xia good treatment. I want her to live well."

The doctor immediately trembled and said: "Yes, yes... definitely, definitely..."

Yan Qingsi waved her hand: "Go."

Doctors and nurses did not dare to neglect for a moment and rushed forward.

Yan Qingsi walked out of the ward. The bodyguard at the door was used to this scene and his expression remained unchanged.

The phone rang, it was Yue Tingfeng calling.

Yan Qingsi: "Hello."

"Are you done, Mom? I'll pick you up from the hospital."

Yan Qingsi was surprised: "Are you so fast?"

Yue Tingfeng said easily: "Hey, talking to my mother, with my IQ, it's not a matter of just a few words."

Yan Qingsi raised the corners of her lips: "Okay, come here, I'm about to leave."

"Wait for me, I'm already on the way. I'll be there soon."

"Drive slower."

"I know, wife."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Qingsi went downstairs, found a bench and sat down, waiting for Yue Tingfeng to come over.

When she came out, she had disinfectant, alcohol and... the smell of blood on her body. Yan Qingsi wanted the autumn wind outside to blow away the smell of blood.

She didn't actually get much pleasure from torturing Xia Rushuang. She actually hated blood. Looking at the wounds on Xia Rushuang's body, her scalp was numb, and smelling the strong smell of blood made her feel sick, but...she didn't even want it. It's easy to let her go.

Her mother's life was too miserable. As a daughter, why should she let the culprit go?

It's all bullshit when it comes to repaying grievances. Only incompetent people will use this sentence to comfort themselves.

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The doctor did not dare to give Xia Rushuang painkillers. When the wound was sutured, Xia Rushuang fainted from the pain, and then woke up from the pain. The torture and pain came over and over again, and it was on her body and would never go away.

In the end, the pain was so extreme that Xia Rushuang seemed to have hallucinations in front of her eyes. She saw scenes from her childhood.

In my ears, I heard the tender voice of a child.

"Sister, where are we going?"

"Sister will take you to a nice place. Our little love's 5th birthday is coming soon, so I will give you a birthday gift."

"Wow, it's true. My sister is so nice... Xiao Ai likes her the most."

"Then... does Xiao Ai like her sister or her brother?"

"Brother...brother...is my favorite..."

"Go, the gift from my sister is inside. I have a surprise for you."

"Thank you sister..."

So, after Xiao Ai walked into that house, she never came out again.

Because the gift she gave her was-the God of Death!

Xia Rushuang could no longer tell whether she was comatose or awake. She kept shaking her head and murmuring: "I'm not wrong...I'm not...wrong, I'm here to...change everything...I'm not wrong, It's you, it's all your fault..."

The nurse asked softly: "What...is she talking about?"