Wife is a Lawyer

Chapter 1186 Flora commits suicide

It is not surprising that people who are greatly stimulated would have such symptoms.

Zac is used to seeing patients in all kinds of situations, but when he saw Flora in this condition, he was

a little distressed.

Anyway, Flora has been his friend for more than a decade, and he treats her like a sister. It's

impossible not to feel bad when you see her like this.

"Flora, you are very weak now, continuing to struggle will only cause secondary damage. You ......"

Flora tugged her hair furiously, as soon as she heard Zac's voice, she moved, raised her eyes, her

somewhat demented eyes gradually came into focus, then got up and lunged towards Zac.

But she forgot that she now has only one leg, the person stood up, subconsciously wanted to lift the left

leg forward a step, but the leg is not half, the whole person directly flung.

Edward could not bear to see Flora's desperate and painful appearance, and stood with his back to

her, but he did not expect her to suddenly stand up.

As soon as he turned around, he saw her fall down, and without waiting for him to help, Zac had

already held Flora.

"You can't get out of bed right now ......"

"Zac?Brother Jin, you are a doctor, your medical skills are superb, you can definitely help me to cure,

right? You help me, you help me, I'll give you all my shares, I'll give you as much money as you want,

I'll give it all to you ......"

Zac's heart is quite unpleasant, as if cut by a knife.

As a healer, failing to help a patient can't help but cause psychological stress, especially when that

person is someone you consider your sister.

He shook his head, at a loss, "Flora, it's my incompetence."

Flora was about to say something, but when the words came to her mouth, she was stunned and

suddenly pushed Zac away, "Quack, quack, useless, get out, get out!"

She pushed Zac away and fell straight down unaided, but Edward was behind her and caught her in his

arms.

"Stop it, go back to bed and lie down."

He returned to bed with Flora in his arms.

Flora, however, was eerily quiet, sitting up in bed as if drained of strength, looking up at the ceiling.

The eyes did not blink, only tears like broken beads, kept sliding down the cheeks, stained the lapel.

"Get out, I want to be alone for a while."

Very calm manner, weak and feeble speech.

"Silly girl, brother is with you."

"Get out, I don't want to see you."

"Flora, with brother, you ......

Edward was talking when Flora shot a harsh gaze straight at him, like a sharp dagger, with a cold flash.

"I told you to get lost, didn't you hear me? Get out!!!"

Her fists were clenched and her body was torn in several places, spilling crimson blood stains that

stained the gauze.

A loud roar that seemed to vent all the anger.

Zac stood behind Edward and tugged on his sleeve, gesturing for him to give Flora a moment of self-

acceptance and solitude first.

Edward frowned sadly and finally turned to follow Zac out.

The moment he closed the door, he sighed despondently, "No, I still have to go in to see, to avoid her

to seek shortcomings."

Flora's character is a stern one, and now that something so big has happened, the blow to her can be

imagined.

He was really worried that Flora might not be able to think straight.

"It's okay, all the windows in the hospital are semi-closed, the little space left simply can not drill out,

not to mention that she is now ......"

Zac shrugged, "Couldn't get out of bed."

At that, Edward nodded, thought about it, and felt that what Zac said was not unreasonable.

The two then stood in the corridor and chatted openly, only to say three or two words before each fell

into silence.

And at this time, sitting on the bed Flora eyes straight stare at the left leg empty pants, the whole

person almost as crazy.

The mind recalls the way she used to stand on the stage and dance, when she was confident, full of Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

confidence, everywhere she went was a dazzling presence.

But now, without her legs, what's the difference between her and an invalid?

The more she shone in the past, the more she would be set off at the moment, the more wretched and

disgraceful she would be.

For a time it made her lose her mind a bit.

Without Jenkins and without her legs, even a family is now falling apart, and Flora just feels like she's

living like a joke.

She used to be the one who laughed at other people's lives every day, and for the rest of her life, she

was reduced to a laughing stock.

Flora leaned against the bed, her lax gaze gradually wandering, and finally saw the shattered clear

glass crumbs on the floor.

Have an idea in mind.

It's just a pity that her thoughts, how could the two people outside know?

Zac and Edward both sat on the bench, one holding a cigarette, smoking silently.

Bang-la-

Suddenly, a crisp sound of glass shards falling to the ground rang out in the ward, and the sound was

crisp and pleasant.

Edward's brow knitted and subconsciously looked at Zac, only to see Zac looking at him.

The two men looked at each other, each dropped the cigarette in his hand, stood up violently, and

rushed directly into the ward.

When he entered the ward, he found Flora lying on the floor, her hands spread helplessly on the floor,

spilling crimson blood from her wrists, gushing blood.

"Flora?"

"Call a doctor, call a doctor!"

Zac yelled at Edward as he pushed Edward away and knelt directly beside Flora, his hand over her

wrist, his face pale with fear.

Edward immediately walked out of the ward, shouted outside and called a few medical staff over to

help.

Then it was quickly sent to the resuscitation room, after a good while of resuscitation, people out of

danger.

Zac, who had been up all night because of Flora's incident, was a little weak at the moment. After

finishing his work, he came out of the resuscitation room and reported to Edward, "Phew, it's out of

danger. I'm sorry, my fault, almost caused a big disaster."

I thought Flora was safe in the ward alone, but I didn't expect she would still think about it and find

herself dead.

Edward shook his head and breathed a long sigh of relief, "It's good that it's okay, it's good that it's

okay."

He crossed his arms and paced in place, in a somewhat bad mood.

A turn around, Fang saw the blood stained knees of Zac's white overalls, "You've got blood all over

your legs."

"It's okay, it should be stained with Flora's blood ...... hiss ......"

Said, he drew a breath backwards, suddenly felt the pain in the knee, low, a closer look, only to find the

side of the knee stuck a sharp glass slag.

"Shit, when did you tie it?"

He reached down and plucked the glass crumbs from his leg and threw them into the trash with

annoyance.

It should be that moment kneeling by Flora's side, the ground glass pieces stuck.

"Do you want to get a bandage?"

"No, it's just a small injury."

Zac waved his hand and said, "I gave Flora a sedative, she is now emotionally unstable, follow up must

find a psychologist to help her do psychological de-escalation, otherwise I worry that she can not come

out of the shadow."

For a girl, such an ending is really too painful.

It's really heartbreaking.