"Tang Ziqian! Wake up! Tang Ziqian! Tang Ziqian! Wake up!"
In a daze, I heard someone calling my name.
He struggled for a moment, opened his heavy eyelids, and saw the snow-white ceiling. His mind was confused for a moment, and he couldn't recognize where he was.
He lowered his gaze slightly and was slightly startled.
Is it her? The white-haired mother-in-law I met at the entrance of the alley that day? [
Why is she here? Still looking at me seriously?
"You're awake." The white-haired mother-in-law stepped forward, grabbed his hand, and pulled hard.
He was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he found that he had separated from his original body, floated up, and stopped in mid-air.
Looking at himself lying on the hospital bed, he said dumbly, "This, me, you"
"I don't have time to explain to you now. I can only tell you that you are not dead, but Zuo Qingqing is about to die. If you don't want her to die, come with me." The white-haired mother-in-law turned around, walked through the wall, and left the ward.
Qingqing? Die?!
A few words slammed into his mind, and the previous unexpected scene was quickly replayed in his mind. Tang Ziqian's face turned pale, he drew his legs and hurriedly followed.
One after another, they walked through the long corridor and arrived at the lit operating room.
Not here
He was stunned, looking at the chair that he had just sat on, which still had blood stains on it, with some hindsight.
Is he dead? Because of the small wound on his shoulder? Where is Qingqing? How is Qingqing?
Tang Ziqian stood numbly outside the operating room, too numb to know what to do.
The white-haired mother-in-law who entered the operating room first waited for a minute, but when she didn't see him, she rushed out, dragged him in, and gave him a pair of scissors.
He lowered his head and wondered, "Is this what it is?"
The white-haired mother-in-law pulled him to Zuo Qingqing, who was lying on the operating table. Her index finger, like a dead tree and vine, pointed at a red line extending from Zuo Qingqing's foot to her own foot, and said expressionlessly, "I don't want to
If she dies, cut it off."
Without thinking much, he picked up the long red thread.
A second before he opened the scissors and cut, something suddenly flashed through his mind. He stopped and turned to look at the white-haired mother-in-law, "Is this?"
"Yue Lao's Red Thread."
"What?" He was shocked and suddenly took back the scissors in his hand.[