Yang Mo leaned against Mei Xiang and took a few breaths. The pain in her chest made her unable to straighten up. Everyone in the operation was looking at her.
Wei Mao's lips quivered as he wanted to speak but did not open his mouth. Who could persuade the master to rest? There are people in the room who cannot match the master's medical skills. If the master is not here, who will take charge of the overall situation.
"Master, why don't you take a break first and start again later?"
Yang Mo shook her head. No matter what happened now, nothing could stop her from operating on Zhou Chengling.
She untied Zhou Chengling's bun and ran her fingers through his hair. This was the first time she had stroked his hair carefully like this. Every time she helped him do something, he would always say, "It's late, take a rest."
Bar!"
She still clearly remembered that slightly serious expression.
"Give me the razor." Yang Mo stretched out her hand.
"Queen," Eunuch Han next to him bent down, "should I let my slave come?"
Yang Mo shook her head. Only she could take something off of him. It had always been like this. This time she had to take care of it with her own hands. She could still think of his expression when he saw no hair in the mirror.
He would frown, but his fingers would brush her temples out of habit, "Yang Molan, can't you be gentler?"
"I don't." Yang Mo opened her mouth and muttered silently.
He would just look at her and smile softly.
My Zhou Chengling, the person I love most, never leave my side. This is my deepest plea. I can’t lose you if I lose anything. If there is such a day, I will hold your hand tightly. Where are you going?
, where am I going.
Where are you, where am I.
Then there will be no fear.
Don't die, it's not that you're afraid of death, it's that I'm afraid of losing you.
Yang Mo suddenly realized that tears had been flowing down silently.
Thousands of hair strands ran through her palms.
The waiter hurriedly picked it up on a tray, not daring to miss any of it.
She didn't care before, but now every hair is so cherished. Yang Mo's eyes were blurred, her long hair fell neatly on the tray, and her tears also flowed away.
"Meixiang, disinfect." Yang Mo raised her head and ordered,
The room became quiet, and Yang Mo's voice was particularly clear, "Why do you need to make an opening in the occipital and cervical area?"
Xiao Quan said: "There is less bleeding and there are less blood vessels there."
"The patient has obviously increased intracranial pressure, what should we do before surgery?"
Wei Mao immediately said: "Puncture and relieve pressure."
Yang Mo nodded. At least she was surrounded by a group of apprentices who were just beginning to explore modern medical knowledge. She was not the only one working hard.
Yang Mo looked at Ji Zizhuan opposite, "Let's get started!"
…
During the operation, Yang Mo vomited three times in a row. Her feet felt as if she had stepped on cotton and she could hardly stand.
When the dura mater was cut open, Yang Mo felt that everything around her had solidified at this moment.
You never know what it will be like until you see it with your own eyes.
You have to wait until this moment happens to know what will happen to you.
Yang Mo recalled the scene when Zhou Chengling welcomed her into the palace. He was standing on the steps wearing auspicious clothes and walking towards her step by step. At that time, there was a sound of joy and all the officials knelt down.
He walked up to her and called her, "Molan."
All the scenes were before her eyes.
"Alas." Yang Mo replied subconsciously.
After crossing hundreds of years and coming here to meet Zhou Chengling, she always thought it was God's favor. Otherwise, why would it be arranged like this? She always thought they would be different. No matter what difficulties they encounter, they can overcome them. God will not give you anything that you cannot overcome.
Hom, even if Zhou Chengling had a headache, she could still use modern medical skills to save him.
She analyzed where the aneurysm was based on Zhou Chengling's symptoms. She thought the most likely place was here. She prepared the aneurysm rack, but when she opened it, there was nothing.
Nothing at all.
She was wrong, she was completely wrong.
The aneurysm was not here, she couldn't find it, and she couldn't save Zhou Chengling.
She could no longer hold his hand and stay with him, she just wanted to watch him leave.
After all, they are still a couple of ordinary people.
Yang Mo only felt that her body was very heavy, getting heavier and heavier, and it was so heavy that she could no longer support it.
"Queen...Master..."
There was a shouting sound in my ears.
…
"Where is the Emperor?" Yang Mo woke up and immediately looked at the female officer beside her.
The female officer hurriedly stepped forward to report, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, the Emperor is resting in the inner hall, and the gentlemen from Baohe Hall are guarding him there."
"Help me over." Yang Mo stood up with support. The female officer wanted to come forward to persuade her, but Yang Mo looked at her and quickly shut her mouth.
If she hadn't fainted, she would have stayed with Zhou Chengling.
The hall was quiet, with female officials and chamberlains standing on both sides, and the imperial doctor and the doctor from Baohe Hall standing behind the screen to serve. Everyone's eyes fell on Yang Mo.
Yang Mo walked straight into the inner room and looked at Zhou Chengling on the bed.
He lay quietly as if asleep.
The beds and bedding in the room were clean, and his face was spotless. His eyebrows were relaxed and he looked so peaceful, just like when he slept next to her on weekdays. She was so tired and wanted to lie down.
If you sleep next to him, you will definitely sleep peacefully.
She would wake up later than him, and she would not open her eyes until he spoke in her ear.
Yang Mo thought about smiling. Her smile must be very pure at this time, because all she could think about was their happiness.
The people nearby couldn't help but be stunned when they saw it.
"Everyone, get out," Yang Mo ordered in a low voice, "I'm here, all of you, get out."
Wei Mao and the others looked at each other in confusion. After a while, they put down the things in their hands and retreated. Only Chun He was left waiting in the room.
The breeze blew the curtains, and everything was so peaceful.
Yang Mo moved to lie on the bed, holding Zhou Chengling's hand and squeezing beside him.
"Chunhe, please go down and wait. I will call you if anything happens."
This moment belongs to both of them.
Chunhe responded.
It had been a long time since we had laid down together. Zhou Chengling was always so busy. When she had time, she would look through medical books and various documents. After finally lying down together and talking, she was the one who fell asleep first.
Thinking of this, there was a sudden pain in Yang Mo's heart. Her heart was beating so fast that she couldn't breathe. Yang Mo raised her hand to call someone, but she straightened her arm but put it down. Maybe this is good, maybe it will be good for them.
Say this is the best ending.
No one knows Zhou Chengling's illness better than she does. She can't find the cause and has no way to save him.
Instead of watching him go, it would be better to stop her life here.
Everyone knows that Zhou Chengling's life has come to an end.
But only she knew how painful it was to lose him.
Falling in love is a matter of two people, but lovesickness is a matter of being alone until old age.
She doesn't want to be the one who stays.
Yang Mo hugged Zhou Chengling tightly and lay on his chest. She felt that he was no longer so cold. She didn't know whether it was her getting colder or him getting warmer. Their temperatures gradually became the same.
When you are tired, maybe if you open your eyes again, we will be together again.
Now that he is leaving, it is time for her to leave, and there is nothing left to miss.
She once thought about what she would do if one day it was time to die and she would be afraid and unable to let go. Although she had seen many people's lives and deaths in her life, she could never imagine what would happen after her time stopped.
In this way, no one wants to close their eyes and sleep underground forever.
On this day, she finally got the answer. When the person she loved was about to leave, she was unwilling to stay in this time for another second. Her world had stopped.
Let them take it away with them, taking that happiness with them.
goodbye.
no matter where.
Goodbye, must see you again.
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I can't bear to torture everyone, so there will be more later, and it will definitely not be the result that everyone guessed.
In writing about the love between two people in the extra story, apart from not wanting to be constrained by the plot, I feel from the bottom of my heart that love will only become more touching after years of precipitation.
Therefore, there is a gap between the extra time and the main text, which also gives the plot an opportunity to settle down.