"How is my sister-in-law?"
As soon as the operating room door opened, Lu Haoran rushed forward, afraid that if Xuan didn't come out soon, Mo would be done for.
"She's out of danger for now," Mu Jingxuan said faintly.
As soon as the words fell, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If Lan Qianqian had really tried to kill herself because of Mo, then if she also had an accident, Mo would be the one in pain.
However, the current situation was not much better.
Qi Jiayou subtly sized up his good brother. Xuan's expression...
"How is she?" Xuan Mohan hadn't moved from his previous position, but his eyes were red, his voice choked, and his expression was one of unprecedented decadence.
Mu Jingxuan looked at Xuan Mohan with complex eyes. He really wanted to punch him, but seeing his pained appearance, he didn't feel good either.
He knew that Mo hated him the most right now, and he probably couldn't forgive himself, but how could she be feeling any better?
"Xuan, hurry up and tell me, what's going on?" Kan Shu La
Xuan hadn't shown any expression from the beginning. Could the situation be very bad? If even he couldn't do anything, then Lan Qianqian's body could only be so, and then Mo...
He was very anxious now. If it were another doctor, he might have grabbed him by the collar and blurted out his words.
Mu Jingxuan rolled his throat, trying his best to appear normal. His eyes, devoid of any emotion, looked at Xuan Mohan. Unbeknownst to him, his disguise made him seem even stranger.
"Her... her lungs suffered a severe impact. I... I said before that she couldn't be subjected to violent collisions recently. In the future, she might cough constantly in the cold winter and hot summer." Kan Shu Wu. Xià
It would be better if he could get the latest, highly restorative medicine from his master, but her body was damaged and left with sequelae. In the future, she would probably have weaker resistance, meaning she would need to rely on his medicine for long-term nurturing, otherwise, she would not live long.
Xuan Mohan couldn't help but take a few steps back, his eyes scarlet as he shook his head. He couldn't accept it, not at all. He couldn't accept that the woman he loved would have to endure such pain because of him.
He spoke a sentence as if from his abdomen, his voice hoarse as if from afar: "Can she be cured?"
His eyes were filled with intense hope, as if the person in front of him was his only lifeline.
Mu Jingxuan just watched him quietly, without speaking, watching the light in his eyes vanish in an instant.
Xuan Mohan seemed to have suffered a great blow, lowered his head, and walked into the operating room without a word.
But as he passed Mu Jingxuan, his arm was grabbed. Mu Jingxuan's voice was so soft that he thought it was his hallucination, "She can't get pregnant anymore."
Xuan Mohan turned his head mechanically, stunned. "Mm, I know."
Then he continued towards the woman in the operating room, but his steps were noticeably slower. After entering, he closed the door with extreme gentleness, as if afraid of disturbing the woman lying inside with her eyes closed. He turned his head, and a trickle of blood slowly flowed down from the corner of his mouth...
Although it was only a few steps away, Xuan Mohan felt as if there were thousands of mountains and rivers between them, so far away... so far that it would take a lifetime to reach even with the fastest mode of transportation, filling him with despair.
Looking at the person he cherished lying there all alone, he still took a step forward with the heavy burden of ten thousand pounds.
One step...
Two steps...
...
Xuan Mohan didn't know how much time had passed. Finally, he was within arm's reach of her, but he didn't dare to get any closer. He was afraid that she would suddenly open her eyes filled with hatred and look at him, which he couldn't bear.
But she was in front of him, how could he remain indifferent? He struggled for a long time, his hands clenching and then loosening, loosening and then clenching again, his lips almost bleeding from biting them.
He couldn't help but lower his head and gently kiss her forehead, cheeks, nose, and mouth. A crystal tear dripped onto the woman's eyelids below, his face full of reverence and affection, "But you probably don't know how much I love you!"
...
Those outside didn't know what Xuan Mohan had said or done after going in, but they all tacitly stayed, even as their phones rang incessantly, they turned them off, giving the person inside enough time.
When Xuan Mohan came out again, his eyes were red and swollen, his gaze as silent as a dead pool, his back desolate and lonely... Wa. Kan Shu Wu. Net
"Xuan Mohan, where are you going?!" Mu Jingxuan finally couldn't control himself, his tone a little sharp. He was leaving? While this woman was still unconscious? How could he do this?
Xuan Mohan didn't stop his steps, nor did he look back. "She wouldn't want to see me."
Watching Xuan Mohan's retreating back, Mu Jingxuan still couldn't accept it. He left when she needed him the most?
He didn't know what had happened between them, but since he left, he would take care of her.
H City Basement
A woman with a gentle appearance lay curled up in a small space, her eyes tightly closed. Suddenly, the lights were turned on brightly. The extremely glaring environment still didn't wake the woman on the ground.
The woman's face was pale, her cheeks sunken, her body emaciated, and she was freezing cold. Her jet-black hair was spread out on the ground. If not for the breath from her nostrils, anyone would have thought that this beautiful woman had quietly and peacefully passed away.
"Go, drag her out." Those old fogeys are always looking for trouble.
"Yes." Several burly men grabbed the woman's feet and unceremoniously dragged her out. Their tall and strong bodies couldn't fit inside.
"Bang~" They reached the spacious living room and threw the woman, who weighed almost nothing on their shoulders, onto the ground. Anyway, they heard she had drunk the life-sustaining medicine and wouldn't die anytime soon.
The man sitting at the head of the table looked absentmindedly at the middle-aged man in the white coat, the one who had entered the basement with him last time.
The latter understood at a glance and quickly and steadily took out a syringe and a thumb-sized bottle from the medical kit.
He drew all the liquid from the bottle, with the needle tip facing up. A drop of crystal liquid seeped out, reflecting a cold luster under the sunlight.
This was the miraculous drug he had developed to quickly awaken someone and restore some physical strength. He was quite proud of it. The only drawback was that after the drug's effect wore off, it caused severe damage to the body, and it couldn't be used a second time. If it were someone with a very robust physique, it might be worth a try.
He walked to the woman and slowly crouched down. It was because the temperature in the basement was low that this woman hadn't bathed or changed clothes for days. A normal person would have stunk long ago.
He roughly rolled up the woman's sleeve, revealing a bone-thin arm. With a movement of his large hand, the drug in the syringe was pushed in.
Not long after, the woman on the ground slowly woke up. Her eyes were clear and free of any confusion.
Yun Shurong looked at the familiar ceiling and architecture, not rushing to get up. Instead, she extended an arm and carefully looked at her hand, which looked like an old person's.