The moment he closed the door, Mu Shiqin felt helpless and powerless.
Experience this feeling. This is the second time.
The first time was when he looked at his mother's body in the morgue of the police station. There was a smile on his face, but it could have frozen into ice.
But this time, he suddenly felt the same way.
It felt like his hands could no longer hold the sovereignty of life, and his life seemed to be completely drained out of him at once.
The moment he watched Ye Ruoxi fall in front of him, he actually heard the sound of the world shattering.
Disintegrated piece by piece.
He hurriedly shook off Ye Ruoyi's tightly holding hand and stepped forward to catch her slowly falling body, but he was still one step away!
With just one step, blood spurted out from her body.
The splash on the sleeves of his suit was so dazzling.
The mother stood there in surprise, the hand that beat Ruoxi still clenched into a fist.
Maybe she was surprised that people could bleed so much.
Or maybe she was surprised that human blood could be so bright. It was red and red. It was like a large field of blooming roses, bright but rich in the fragrance of the blood.
Mu Shiqin picked up Ruoxi's fallen body.
In his hands, he couldn't feel her weight, her body temperature, or even her heartbeat or breathing.
Looking at her pale face and her closed eyes, he felt as if the world was ending.
There was only one thought in his mind at that time.
Ruoxi, nothing can happen to you!
You can't leave me like this.
I will never allow you to leave me easily!
All the way to the rescue room, Mu Shiqin held Ruoxi's cold hand tightly, as if he wanted to transfer his body temperature to her, but he failed in the end.
Her fingers did not move, and her heartbeat did not fluctuate once more.
For the first time, he felt like he couldn't control her.
The doctor pulled his hands away from hers.
He didn't want to let go.
It seems that once I let go, there will never be another chance to hold on.
The moment he closed the door, his breathing stopped. Along with his heartbeat.
He was waiting, waiting for the woman who took away his breath and his heartbeat to wake up.
The surgery went by minute by minute.
Mu Shiqin leaned against the wall sluggishly, his high-end suit stained with white wall dust.
The originally aloof king was now like a helpless child.
His fists were tightly clenched, as if he was trying to grasp something.
Ye Ruoyi sat on a rest chair on one side. Seeing Mu Shiqin's haunted expression, the little guilt in her heart turned into full resentment.
She prayed, Ye Ruoxi, please rest in peace and don't wake up again.
As long as you disappear, I can be happy, Shiqin will come back to me, and his heart can completely belong to me. We can also start our happy life.
As long as you disappear, disappear from this world!
Ruoxi, don't blame me. If you do, blame yourself.
It's you who blocks my path to happiness. If I want to walk up, I have to step on your body.
Don't blame me, I just ask you not to be my sister in the next life. Don't appear in my life!
The door to the emergency room was suddenly pushed open.
The doctor came out anxiously.
Mu Shiqin hurried over. "How was the surgery?"
The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed, "The patient originally had intracranial congestion. Now he was hit and had to undergo a craniotomy. However, the chance of success of this kind of surgery is low. So... please do your best."