In the corridor of the operating room, the lights were dim and there was silence.
Han Zhiyan sat on the chair in despair, her face getting paler. She felt weak all over, and her strength seemed to be draining away little by little as she waited.
She looked at the operating room from time to time, and all her thoughts suddenly fell into a dark nightmare.
I couldn't wake up for a long time.
She couldn't believe what Shangguan Jin said.
She couldn't even believe that Shangguan Chen was still rescuing him.
The whole world is filled with the atmosphere of despair.
Pei Wen was still standing calmly behind her, hesitating to speak. He didn't know how to comfort the woman in front of him.
She was unusually quiet, like a broken doll, lifeless.
It gives people an eerie tranquility.
After a long time, the door of the operating room opened. Han Zhiyan suddenly came back to her senses, hurriedly stepped forward, and asked anxiously, "Doctor, how is the patient?"
The doctor was Italian, so naturally he didn't understand Han Zhiyan's words. He was just slightly stunned, and he roughly understood what she wanted to express.
So he said in professional Italian, "The bullet grazed the heart, excessive blood loss, and severe heart failure. I'm afraid you should be mentally prepared."
Han Zhiyan couldn't understand the doctor's words at all. Under her eyes, she was anxious and uneasy, and she wanted to seek help from Pei Wen in a panic.
Pei Wen looked at Han Zhiyan with a sad face and didn't know how to tell her such a cruel fact.
Han Zhiyan burst into tears, clutched Pei Wen and asked, "What did the doctor say? Please tell me quickly."
Pei Wen was helpless and felt heavy in his heart. After a while, he slowly told her exactly what the doctor had just said.
When Han Zhiyan heard this, she immediately leaned against the wall weakly and sat on the ground blankly, with tears streaming down her face.
She was silent.
Cry silently, don’t cry or make noise.
Her eyes were wide open and filled with tears as she looked at the operating room.
There was a gleaming light under his eyes, as if he was expecting a miracle, but he couldn't hide the bleakness of despair.
The entire hospital corridor became even colder in an instant.
Han Zhiyan covered her chest, feeling that this place was empty.
Pei Wen broke into a cold sweat in his heart, squatted in front of Han Zhiyan with an ugly face, and said slowly, "Young mistress, let's go see Master Chen."
Han Zhiyan glanced at Pei Wen, suddenly came back to her senses, and grabbed Pei Wen helplessly, saying in a sad voice, "Take me there..."
Pei Wen gently supported Han Zhiyan and walked to the advanced ward.
Ward.
Han Zhiyan walked into the ward alone and looked at the comatose man. Even though his face was pale, he could not hide his chic and elegant look.
She walked slowly over, sat beside the bed, stretched out her hand, and gently touched Shangguan Chen's cold face.
She stared at the man in her eyes quietly.
It was as if the whole world was silent except for her and him.
Han Zhiyan held Shangguan Chen's hand with her small hand, but it was so cold and no longer had the familiar warmth.
His warm hand once held her and gave her warmth.
His warm hands once held her and protected her.
Now it has become extremely cold, as if I can feel him losing bit by bit, and I can't grasp it steadily.
Thinking about it and looking at him, Han Zhiyan smiled slightly.
Wrong, that's not laughing, it's crying until you can't cry anymore, so you can only replace it with a desperate smile.
Han Zhiyan's quiet eyes were filled with crystal clear eyes, and there was a dull pain in her chest.
The pain was so suffocating, the pain was heartbreaking.