Oxygen mask, emergency hemostasis measures, take action immediately.
The stretcher was pushed forward urgently by several nurses. Su Shijie chased the stretcher and held Chanel's hand tightly.
Their hands are full of blood...
In the oxygen mask, Chanel's face was as pale as a lily that was about to wither.
Su Shijie chased her with a low gaze: "Nair, as long as you survive... survive... I will promise you anything..."
He ran after him desperately, and kept chasing, repeating these few sentences mechanically.
As long as she survives, he will promise her anything.
As long as she survives, he can give her his life...
Chanel's eyes were moist, as moist as heavy fog.
She wanted to speak, but she couldn't find her voice. Only the mist whitened the oxygen mask.
She wanted to hold his hand hard, but her finger bones were pale and weak, and she couldn't hold it no matter what.
Chanel had never seen Su Shijie like this before, as if his soul had been pulled away, like a puppet controlled by someone. She understood what it would mean to him if she left...
As the cart was pushed to the operating door, the nurse stopped Su Shijie and tentatively tried to separate their hands.
Su Shijie's finger bones were covered with her blood, and he grabbed her tightly, holding her, with pleading in his eyes for the first time.
A man like him, who is always arrogant and arrogant, who doesn't take anything seriously, and whose self-esteem trumps everything, is begging...
"Nair, live, promise me, live..."
The stretcher was forced to stop, and the nurses couldn't bear it.
This letting go may be the separation of life and death, or it may be the last time we see each other.
But in terms of time, there is no need to delay.
Every minute and every second is a life-or-death line for Chanel.
"Master, the top priority now is to rescue her in time and she may still be alive. If you delay any longer, she may be completely hopeless..."
An older doctor reminded him worriedly, not daring to let go of Su Shijie's hand rashly.
Su Shijie was stunned, as if a bolt from the blue, and slowly loosened his clenched hands...
But he found that Shanel's hand held him with a little strength...
Su Shijie's heart suddenly hurt!
The part that had been dug out actually became alive again, and it felt like a knife-like pain!
It was as if what her little hands were grasping was not his hand, but his heart.
Chanel used all her strength to grab his hand and shook it: Su Shijie, I will live...
For him, she must live no matter what...
The hands of the two finally separated, the stretcher was pushed into the operating room, and the door was closed.
Su Shijie stood there stiffly, always standing in the same position, like a big tree that never changes its posture.
Chanel's various expressions quickly passed before her eyes.
She laughs, she cries, she is gentle, she is stubborn, she is angry, she acts coquettishly...
"Su Shijie..."
He seemed to hear her voice calling him.
"Su Shijie..."
He raised his head in confusion, trying to catch the sound and keep her, but he couldn't find where the sound was.
"Nair."
"Su Shijie..."
"Nair, don't go, stay alive, stay alive, stay alive." He repeated mechanically, talking to himself like a nightmare in the empty corridor.
"Su Shijie...I'm here...Su Shijie..."
But the voice kept lingering in his ears, like a vine, strangling his thoughts.