When Luo Xi arrived, the operation was not over yet. Seeing everyone's solemn faces, she knew the situation was not good.
"Teacher Luo." Zong Wenjun's eyes turned red when he saw her, and tears rolled down his eyes. "Today is his birthday, and I haven't wished him a happy birthday yet..."
"He will be fine. When the operation is over, we will celebrate his birthday together."
"Yeah." Zong Wenjun nodded vigorously.
Luo Xi glanced at the end of the corridor. Lu Sheng and Fatty were standing there smoking. Men are different from women. Women cry when they are bored and sad, while men smoke. For men who smoke, that is the only way they can vent.
Tools for recreation.
She didn't want to disturb him, so she waited silently with Zong Wenjun for the operation to end.
Time passed by second by second, and the feeling of waiting was like putting your heart on a frying pan.
I don’t know how long it took, but there was the sound of hurried running on the stairs. For a moment, a slender figure broke into the line of sight. There was no trace of the wind and grace of the past. The man’s face was full of anxiety and worry, and his white shirt sleeves were rolled up randomly.
, there was a large stain of wet sweat on his back. He probably ran up the stairs before he could wait for the elevator.
"Where is Lin Zheng?" He saw Luo Xi at a glance, took two steps forward and grabbed her shoulders, with a pair of black eyes as red as blood, "Luo Xi, tell me where is Lin Zheng?"
Luo Xi was startled by his appearance. There was a dull pain in her shoulder. Due to the force, his fingers almost dug into her flesh. "Zi Heng, calm down first. He is still operating."
"Operation?" Lin Ziheng looked towards the operating room, "Is the injury serious?"
"I wasn't there at the time..."
"Let go of your hands first." An arm pressed on his elbow and forcibly removed his hands. Lin Ziheng looked sideways at the man standing beside him, and a cold light suddenly burst out in his eyes.
Luo Xi subconsciously rubbed his sore shoulders. It seemed that Lin Ziheng was really anxious and had no calm thinking at all.
"Lu Sheng, you would be happy to see our Lin family die off, right?" Suddenly, he punched out, and the sharp wind blew across Luo Xi's cheek. She reflexively reached out to hold him, but she still couldn't.
It's a step too late.
This punch hit Lu Sheng on the cheek, causing him to take a big step back, with his back leaning against the white wall.
He covered his face with one hand, and blood spilled from between his fingers.
"Lu Sheng." Luo Xi was shocked and rushed over. He stretched out his hand and gently pushed her away, shaking his head.
She knew that he could avoid it with his skills, and he was willing to take Lin Ziheng's punch.
But Lin Ziheng didn't stop there. He rushed over and punched again, harder and faster than the previous one. Seeing that Lu Sheng was about to bear another punch, Luo Xi suddenly stood in front of him and opened his arms to protect him.
Facing this fast and fierce punch, she subconsciously closed her eyes.
The wind of the fist was blowing, but the punch did not hit her. After all, Lin Ziheng still had some sense and couldn't bear to hurt her. But when he saw her protecting Lu Sheng like she was risking her life, a thick layer of worry appeared in his eyes.
pain.
"Zi Heng, calm down, this matter is not what you think." Seeing him retract his fist, Luo Xi immediately said softly: "Someone is deliberately inciting a relationship between you, and everything has nothing to do with Lu Sheng.
"
He raised his lips and sneered, "Roxi, you are his wife, so naturally you are on his side."
Such a smile was like a needle piercing Luo Xi's heart. The Lin Ziheng she knew would never make such a smiley expression.
"I didn't do anything about the Immigration Bureau." Lu Sheng, who was behind him, finally spoke. Now that Lin Ziheng was still rational, he needed to explain everything clearly, "I'm sorry about Lin Zheng's matter, but...
"
With a clang, the lights in the operating room went out, and everyone's attention was drawn. Lin Ziheng rushed to the doctor who came out, "Doctor, how is he?"
"Who are you?"
"I am the patient's brother."
The doctor took off his mask and shook his head sadly, "I'm sorry, it was sent too late. We have done everything we can."
The words were like thunder. Lin Ziheng was stunned for a long time before he asked cautiously: "My brother...my brother is dead?"
"Although he is still breathing, his intelligence, thoughts, will, emotions and other purposeful activities have been lost, which is what we often call a vegetative state."
"Then he can still wake up and have a chance to recover?"
"Theoretically, in a serious case like his, the chance of waking up and recovering is zero, but there are still medical miracles."
Miracles? Miracles are used to deceive people. They are just a way of comfort.
Lin Ziheng suddenly pushed the doctor away and rushed to the operating room. The person on the ward had tubes inserted all over his body, his face was pale, and his breathing could only be maintained by a ventilator. The electroencephalogram on the side showed stray waveforms, that is to say,
Thinking, consciousness, perception, these high-level neural activities unique to humans no longer existed for him. He lay there, unable to feel the outside world, without joy, anger, sorrow, or joy.
"Xiao Zheng." In just a few meters, Lin Ziheng's feet felt like stepping on cotton, or like a bottomless swamp. When he reached Lin Zheng's side, his forehead was already dripping with sweat. He squatted down and grabbed him.
The cold hands were trembling and clenched, "Xiao Zheng, I am the eldest brother, don't scare me, just open your eyes and look at me, okay? Xiao Zheng, answer me."
The person on c was silent and had picturesque features, but he had lost his original vitality. He could hear, see or feel nothing.
Lin Ziheng leaned his head on his hand and cried, "Xiao Zheng, don't leave me alone, please, Xiao Zheng."
When people outside the door saw all this, they all exaggerated their sadness. Zong Wenjun turned around and lay on Luo Xi's shoulder, crying bitterly.
His back felt cold, whose tears were hitting it. Luo Xi looked at the young face blankly, as if he had returned to the classroom of the past. The jade-like young man sat lazily by the window, in the noon sunshine.
On the tip of his eyebrows, there were like golden feather butterflies.
Lin Zheng was quickly transferred to the intensive care unit. After Lin Ziheng completed all the procedures, his face was haggard. When he saw the people waiting outside the door, his eyes slowly fell on Lu Sheng. Luo Xi could not have expected that,
Such a gentle person would have such cold eyes as a knife. She understood Lin Ziheng's mood, but there was no reason to impose all these mistakes on Lu Sheng for no reason. Wouldn't this fulfill those people's wishes?
"Zi Heng, the mission was not assigned by the Ghost Army."
"Then what is this?" Lin Ziheng called up the text message on his mobile phone. That was also the last text message he received from Lin Zheng: This mission is very dangerous. I don't know if I can come back alive, but please believe that your brother is very brave.
I will definitely not lose to you back then. Finally, well, today is my birthday. You will definitely wish me a happy birthday, right?
Before he could wish him a happy birthday, his cell phone was already turned off. This was the rule of the Ghost Soldiers before they went on a mission.