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凝望着倚靠礼堂门扉喘息的凌陌，感觉到手下的胸膛涌出越来越多的血，莫飞烟半敛的眼帘完全合上了，像是不敢面对受了伤的他。她闭着眼，把他流血的伤口捂的更紧，手掌使出的力度很轻，不敢太用力，生怕把他弄疼。
                                                                                                                                                                “你还愣着做什么？还不……”
                                                                                                                                                                察觉到莫飞烟在盯着他看，凌陌的强硬地斥责道，可话说到一半就突然戛然而止，‘走’字还没出口，他就已经忍耐不住，身体像是岔了气一样剧烈的咳嗽起来，引发胸前的伤口涌出更多鲜血，像是泉水一样潺潺流淌，捂都捂不住了。
                                                                                                                                                                “凌陌，你是不是伤到了肺了？”
                                                                                                                                                                顷刻间，温热的液体直接浸染了双手。莫飞烟赶紧睁开眼，看到了凌陌白色的衬衣已经被染成一片血红。她捂着他流血不止的伤口，低缓的声音突然变得颤抖起来，哀求似的对他说：“凌陌，你不要再说话了，子弹打穿了你的右侧肺叶，你越是急着说话，肺部收缩扩张的就越厉害，血就会越流越多。”
                                                                                                                                                                不止是流血，还会很疼。
                                                                                                                                                                被刺穿或者打穿肺部，人的每一次呼吸，在扩张肺叶的时候，肺部受伤的部位会跟利针刺骨一样疼。每呼吸一次，就痛苦一分，次数多了，身体畏惧了这种疼痛，会主动停止呼吸……
                                                                                                                                                                “你走啊！”
                                                                                                                                                                对莫飞烟的关心置若罔闻，凌陌反而生气地低吼，扬起手臂把她推开。他这么淡漠的一个人，生平第一次对一个女人咆哮出来。
                                                                                                                                                               

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