"Did you hear it?" she was still questioning, her crystal tears hanging on her pale face, her voice trembling with terrifying trembling.

"Ho Siran, have you heard it!!!" She rushed over without control, grabbed his collar with an emotional collapse and shook it. Deputy Secretary Cen and the nurse at the scene were shocked and tried to stop him, but Huo Siran was still tilted half of his side face without any response.

The feeling he felt when he was awake just now was so strange. He took a few minutes to understand. He didn't die, but came back alive, and could see the world.

But in fact, no one knew how great he was when the stones rolled down after the explosion.

He knew that path was chosen by him.

I also know that he should have been prepared long ago.

But God knew - at that moment, the huge stone collapsed down and hit his back, and his eyes were forced to pull back at the galloping off-road vehicle, and his bones were cracked and curled up in pain - at that time, he knew in his heart that Ye Xiao would definitely return to her side when he went there.

From then on, no matter who she held hands happily with, how she spent her life, she would never have the same share as him.

He obviously chose.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt so painful.

It turns out that eternal loneliness is so terrible.

It scares him more than death.

He thought she would not miss it, at least he would think he deserved to die. But he didn't expect it to be like this. She threw herself on him, tearing, crying, and hysterical. No matter how stupid or stupid he could feel the heart-wrenching pain that was almost like a broken bone to pierce the chest.

The unconscious person would not be conscious, but he seemed to hear, and she screamed at him during the hours buried under the ruins when she was about to finish her last breath.

Like now, with deep hatred, he seemed to be so entangled that he called his name.

He stretched out his hand—the only intact right hand on his body, and held her terriblely thin waist, and suddenly tightly put it in his arms, causing her to lie on her body.

pain.

The weight of the knockdown pressed his bones so hard that they all hurt like a broken bone, but the person who was still wandering in his heart and mind on the verge of death finally came to his arms. He didn't want to let go again when he died. Even if she fought, cursed, or scolded him, he could finally know a fact-

She had him in her heart.

He must have him in his heart.

The strong arms were unable to use any strength at this moment. Because of the force, they were trembling violently. The doctor and everyone were very nervous. But the man who suddenly fell on him was buried tightly on his shoulders, neck and chest, and clearly heard the vivid "thump" heartbeat from his chest, which was something she could not hear when she dug him out of the ruins last night, and now there is finally a proof of his life.

Lin Yitong could no longer bear the emotions and stretched out her hand to wrap around his neck. No matter how many people were present, she cried heart-wrenchingly.

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"I heard it." He finally spoke, his voice squeaked and low, and the few air in his chest and lungs accumulated, and he said to her ear.

"I will never die easily in the future."

Because you won't know, Tongtong.

How terrible it would be without the kind of death you are by my side.

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Zhuang Jingyan was anxious to make soup at home.

I don’t know how the injury is, what I can eat, what not, so I have to ask the nurse one by one, and then buy the materials and go home to make some soup. When I came back from a taxi, Kyoto was the same as yesterday. The book did not change much. It was a bit thrilling and only happened to people related to it. However, when I passed by the streets and alleys, the neighbors who hadn’t been in contact with her house for several years would suddenly say hello to her with a smile, and looked at the materials she bought and asked, “Is this going to make soup to see the patient?”

I saw that man's military vehicle parked at the door of the Gu family several times, and the neighbors could probably guess something.

Zhuang Jingyan nodded, and the phone rang, and she quickly freed up one hand to pick it up. It was Lin Yitong called it.

"Mom, have you arrived home?" Her voice was hoarse.

"It's here," Zhuang Jingyan clamped her phone with her shoulder and pushed open the door, "Don't worry, I'll have a few hours left. I'll definitely prepare the soup before noon and send it to you..."

"No need, mom, you can take a break first and send it to you in the evening. I wonder if his body can eat normally now," she explained.

"Oh..." Zhuang Jingyan then understood, "Okay, you're alone in the hospital, isn't it a problem?"

Last night, she almost never finished

sleep.

"I'm fine."

After saying a few more words, Lin Yitong hung up the phone, holding the phone in one hand over her ear, trying to lower her voice, and holding the doorknob in the other hand.

Now she even called, but she couldn't bear to go outside the door.

Behind him, all the instruments were operating normally. After a brief awakening, Hosran was forced to continue to fall asleep after listening to the doctor's words.

He refused.

She kept holding her tightly and refused to let go, and she refused to die until she saw the broken wound on her fingers and her body that was too cold when she was holding her.

There is still a lot of time to communicate emotions, and he must let her cultivate and nourish her, so even if she is unwilling to do so, she slowly let go of her hands.

He tactfully asked nothing, such as where Ye Xiao was and how was his injury.

——From the moment he saw her clearly, Hosran knew that from then on, the matter between him and her would never have any connection with anyone as he thought he was self-righteously.

"It is still related to your willpower, which means you have a strong desire to survive... But this does not mean that you don't need to rest. You'd better have more than five hours of deep sleep to restore your spirits," said the director, looking up at Deputy Secretary Cen and the others, "Did you remember his condition I just mentioned?"

The strange light flashed in the director's eyes, Yu Deputy Secretary Cen and others, understood the eye contacts.

But, want him to sleep now?

"Will you be here?" Hosran asked hoarsely, wrapping his cold and soft little hand tightly.

She cried so hard that she was covered in tears. She didn't dare to raise her head, so she had to half-lying on him and nodded silently. She wouldn't leave again, not for a second.

"Okay." He agreed calmly, held her tightly, and waited for the five hours of rest.

Her emotions slowly calmed down halfway. He lay on the bed, and the two of them had limited parts of their body. But even when the Qing Dynasty faded and their emotions were no longer as violent as it was, she still couldn't bear to move away at all. It was not until Gu Xuewen came in and told her that Zhuang Jingyan had gone home to make soup that she slowly got up with difficulty, looked at Huo Siran who was sleeping, and tried hard to slowly pull out his hand, and called at the door of the ward.

Then go back to the bed.

The big palm was still cold because of excessive blood loss. She held it and remembered the heart-wrenching pain and crying when she dug out the hand. She couldn't help but hold it tighter and never looser again.

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At night, Deputy Secretary Cen went back to change his clothes and wash his clothes. After a while, he turned off all meetings from the committee and drove directly to the hospital.

It was almost the second time that Hosran was awake and his spirit was much better than the first time. He was studying with the director of cardiothoracic surgery how to eat would have no effect on the wound. After all, some internal bleeding is very serious, and it would be troublesome to cause blood vessel rupture if it is improperly eaten.

Lin Yitong is also a doctor, but when she uses free surgical knowledge here on weekdays, she buzzes and seems to have all failed. She cannot make a judgment, provide advice, and even decides how to do it based on her professional qualities.

Her extremely pale little face clearly had two words written on it, and she didn't dare.

She can give up too many lives to treat and save her. Only such a person is so important that she can't even believe her own and her rich clinical experience.

The phone vibrates.

"My mother was blocked outside the ICU ward downstairs, I'll pick her up." She said angrily.

Hosran, who slowly supported half of his body, still held her hand. After listening to it, he finally felt willing to squeeze it a little harder and let go.

When she faced everyone, she looked a little embarrassed and she flashed out of the ward.

"My condition - how is it?" Seeing that she was really walking away, Hosran's deep and calm gaze slowly stopped, and his white thin lips opened slightly, and asked.

Deputy Secretary Cen was stunned, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were obviously flashing a little nervous: "What did you say? It's just an ordinary gunshot wound. As for bleeding, shock, etc., you can slowly recuperate."

"What the hell is it?" He withdrew his cold eyes and his eyes fell on Deputy Secretary Cen.

He did not hear the chief physician clearly in his dreams and half awake, but at least the eardrums captured the content. Director Qin deliberately lowered his voice, and he still knew that this was the case.

Deputy Secretary Cen pursed his lips when he heard this, and his hands were clenched into fists. It seemed that it was not easy to hide it from him.

"Does this hand hurt?" Deputy Secretary Cen asked in a hoarse voice.
Chapter completed!