Li Tingchen probably felt that this posture was too tired, so he sat down on the spot and gasped for breath.
Seeing him so uncomfortable, Xiao Wu couldn’t wait to give him her blood again.
Li Tingchen stretched out her hand and grabbed her hand touching the knife, shook her head and said, “No need, little guy, thank you, your blood is not a cure for the symptoms, after all, you can’t save your uncle, so don’t waste it.”
He knew that the blood he had just drunk could only delay his life for a day and a half at most. Even if Xiaowu’s blood was drained and he was delayed for ten and a half days, he would die in the end.
Xiao Wu looked at him worriedly.
He smiled softly, knowing that he would not be able to get out of the stockade for the rest of his time.
So he wanted to make some explanations while his mind was still clear, so as not to leave without knowing it.
“Little witch, do you have anything to eat?Uncle is hungry.”
Xiao Wu nodded, then ran away quickly.
He beckoned Chen Ling and Chen Feng to come over, and Chen Ling quickly asked, “Boss, what are your orders?””
Li Tingchen looked calm: “Bring pen and paper, I want to make a will.”
As soon as Chen Feng heard the words of the will, his face, which had been stretched for the past two days, did not stretch, and his eyes turned red instantly.
“Boss, how can you write a suicide note? You’ll be fine, you’ll be fine!””
At this point, Li Tingchen became even more leisurely, “Now I only have more than one day left in my lifeline, and I have to work hard to get to the stockade. Even if I leave the stockade, it will take a day to waste. In case her mother comes back as soon as I leave, it doesn’t make much sense to leave. It’s better to stay here. If she doesn’t come back in the end, I at least have to explain clearly, and I can’t help but die without knowing it.”
“Boss……”
“Chen Ling, you go get it.”
Chen Ling’s eyes were slightly red, “Okay, I see.”
Yuan Chenggong blushed and said, “I’m sorry, son of a bitch, I couldn’t help you this time.”
“Uncle Yuan, I am already very grateful to you. You are still right. There will always be a time when you are powerless. I think this is my life.”
In just two days, Li Tingchen went from a normal person to the influence of various organs, and he gradually lost his senses. During this period, he also thought about a lot of things.
The most important thing is the bits and pieces with Su Qingyu. During the more than three years of separation, he couldn’t see her, only memories supported him to move on.
He is busy with various things every day, using his busyness to dilute his love for Su Qingyu.
But whenever he has free time, his thoughts will hit frantically, occupying every inch of his mind and heart, like a prickly vine that wraps him firmly, the more he struggles, the more heartache.
The places that could not be seen on his body were stabbed all over his body, and he was in pain.