At this point, Gu Shaocheng was wheeled out of the operating room by the doctors.
His face was paler than anyone had ever seen it before. People crowded around him, but Gu Shaocheng was still in a deep coma. Having just been brought out of the operating room, his body was cold as ice, showing no signs of life.
"I want to stick by Elder Brother’s side all the ti." Hua Hua vowed to stay in the intensive care unit, and Nan Baihao also refused to leave: "I’m staying with Elder Brother all the ti too."
A black car sped in from the dawn and screeched to a halt at the entrance of the hospital’s top-level, private building. A disheveled woman stumbled out of the car, with Wen Jingru and Liang Huanhuan following close behind. Seeing the Gu family’s subordinates standing guard downstairs, she hurriedly asked, "How is he?"
"The master is still in critical condition."
"Which floor?"
"Fourth floor, room 405."
As soon as the words fell, Chenxing, still feeling weak, rushed into the building.
She took the elevator straight to the fourth floor, headed directly for room 405.
Wen Jingru carried a food box and looked at the frantic woman walking ahead. She wondered: Why had these two girls, who both loved Shaocheng so much, ended up in such a state?
Chenxing walked into the room, and with difficulty, moved to the side of the bed. Her eyes were filled with the man lying quietly on the bed, with no room for any other man in the room.
Why is he wearing an oxygen mask?
Why is he still in critical condition?
Tears welled up in her eyes instantly. She cried soundlessly, grasping his hand, lowering her head, and kissing the back of his hand. Silently, she prayed: Shaocheng, you can’t leave , you can’t... Those harsh words I said were just out of anger. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry... I don’t hate you, it wasn’t hate. I was just scared and confused. I’m sorry... I’m truly sorry...
Wen Jingru put the food boxes on the sofa. The four n on the sofa sat in various poses, but none of them moved. They couldn’t eat, their hearts were not in it.
Liang Huanhuan ca up to her husband and whispered, "Baihao, won’t you eat sothing?"
Nan Baihao shook his head: "I can’t."
He looked up at the girl by the bed, frowned, and simply closed his eyes, feeling annoyed.
In his deep coma, Shaocheng appeared pale and weak, stripped of his typical air of collected stoicism. Devoid of any threat or violence, he laid there helplessly, causing Chenxing to tremble at the sight of this man. Could this fragile man lying before her really be Gu Shaocheng? She could hardly believe it...
It’s all my fault!
I’m to bla!
Tears stread down her face. If she had been obedient to him, none of this would have happened. How could he possibly be a demon? What kind of a demon would appear to her as an angel, saving her from hardship like a radiant god?
How could he be a demon? He was so good to her, providing for her every need, supporting her education, taking such ticulous care of her.
She rembered once when she had kicked off the blankets in her sleep. He, in his groggy state, felt her cold body, pulled her into his arms, and spanked her buttocks, saying, "You kicked the blanket again! This will teach you to behave! This will teach you to kick the blanket!"
But aside from the pain in her buttocks, her body felt warm as if she was soaking in a hot spring. He held her so tightly, instinctively warming her with his body heat.
Then he didn’t react anymore. At that ti, she didn’t dare to move, lying in his arms for a long ti, until she realized that he hadn’t actually woken up. The way he held her, spanked her, and ward her was all done instinctively...
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I’ll stop here for now. I’m going to get up and have breakfast. I’ll continue updating after three in the afternoon.
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