In the prison of the headquarters of the long-cherished organization.

Mark was carried from his cell to the ward's cell.

The bloody clothes all over his body were replaced with white hospital gowns, the wounds on his body were well bandaged, and the whole person was groggy and lying on the bed.

Qi Mingye confessed that he couldn't let him die, even if he only had one breath left, Zeo would do his best to save him.

"Although the injury is not light, but fortunately, I have recovered a life, that is, I have lost too much blood, and I will be in a coma for a while, watch carefully, if he wakes up, notify me to inject him with a tranquilizer."

"Yes, my subordinates understand."

After explaining everything, Zeo packed up his things and left the ward.

The white ward is painted as a prison, and it has become a prison where Mark can't survive and can't die.

"Xiaoba, while he hasn't woken up yet, you go and clean up the room just now, it's all bloodstains, and it's a toss for a while!"

"This ......"

Hachi touched his head, "What if he wakes up in a while?" ”

"Didn't you hear Zeo say, he lost too much blood, and he has to be in a coma for a while, enough for you to clean up, go, I'm in this area, I'll take the time to help you keep an eye on it, in case he wakes up, I'll call you."

In addition to Mark being locked up in the intensive care unit in the cell of the organization's headquarters, there are also some key prisoners in the ward's treatment room, and the person who spoke out was the caretaker of the adjacent treatment room.

"Hey, yes, thank you!" Hachi said gratefully.

"It's all brothers, what are you doing with these kind words! Go ahead! ”

It wasn't until the voices of both of them disappeared in front of the intensive care unit that Mark's fingers moved while lying on the hospital bed.

The man who was supposed to be unconscious slowly opened his eyes......

The deep pupils of the child showed a cold light, and Gu Qianqian's hateful eyes swept in front of him, his eyes closed in pain, and the hand under the quilt tightened vigorously.

His blood-soaked face turned pale, and his dull gaze swept across the empty room, with only four walls left except for a bed.

Is it because he is afraid that he will kill himself?

Thinking of hearing Gu Qianqian's curse before he fell unconscious, as well as Qi Mingye's order, Mark pulled a trace of ridicule at the corner of his mouth, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

His eyes fell to the head of the bed, and his glasses were still there.

With trembling hands, he slowly stretched out his gold-rimmed glasses, and his eyes glowed with moistness, as if he had seen a long-term partner.

When the glasses were beaten by Qi Mingye, the mirror was cracked and rested on the bridge of the nose, and the vision was a little blurred.

Mark's hand trembled slightly as he brushed the cracked mirror, and the distress in his eyes continued to spread.

[I'm not nearsighted, why give me glasses?] 】

[Lack of heart eyes, match your heart eyes. ] 】

【……】

It was just a playful birthday present, but he regarded it as a treasure and never left the present.

After a long time, even he couldn't tell whether he was wearing glasses because of myopia or because he lacked heart.

This pair of gold-rimmed glasses with no prescription has been with him unknowingly for nearly eight years......

"I can't even keep the gift you gave me, will I be a drag on you......"

Mark laughed at himself, and the pupils cracked open a ghostly light, and there was a touch of determination.

The index finger and thumb buckled the frame of the glasses, and with a slight force, one leg of the frame was broken, and the metal edge of the gold was so well made that it was rounded without even a rough surface.

Even if it's just to mock him, with the arrogant nature of silver, the one who takes out his hand will not be inferior.

"Whoa—"