1555. Chapter 1555 I have nothing to love about this world
Since this is the case, Shangguan Rui cannot be blamed.
"Fang Yiren..."
"That day, it was Fang Yiren who drove the car..." Shangguan Rui spoke softly, without any concealment, and told Sikong Lingge everything that happened later.
Sikong Lingge nodded again, "How is Fang Yiren now? I want to... see her... okay?"
Shangguan Rui was silent for a moment and nodded in agreement.
So the two left the bedroom together and went to the ward where Fang Yiren lived.
The doctor and nurse were busy and nervously rescued.
Sikong Lingge stood outside, looking at Fang Yiren on the operating table through a large area of glass—
She was burned all over her body, and only her face remained the same.
Wearing an oxygen hood, breathing very rapidly.
The ECG fluctuations are getting smaller and smaller...
Sikong Lingge hates Fang Yiren very much—
Not only Fang Yiren, but also Fang family... have done so many things that hurt children and Shangguan Rui.
Of course, until now, she still hates Fang Yiren very much.
However, looking at Fang Yiren on the operating table, struggling on the edge of life and death, Sikong Lingge suddenly figured out something-
Fang Yiren really loves Feng Liye.
Otherwise, she would not bet on her own life and save herself and Shangguan Rui.
Everything she did was not for Fang, but because of Feng Liye, because of love...
Having figured out this, Sikong Lingge no longer had the same way as before, and he didn't even want to see Fang Yiren.
The rescue work has come to an end.
Renault pulled Fang Yiren back from the brink of death.
When he was unveiling the operating room, Fang Yiren was awake.
When he saw Sikong Lingge in the corridor, he immediately asked him to see her.
"Don't be too long, her body is very weak." Renault handed over to Sikong Lingge's isolation suit.
Sikong Lingge nodded and changed into it silently.
Shangguan Rui did not accompany him, but stood outside the glass window waiting.
The ICU was dark and silent, without any anger.
Sikong Lingge walked in slowly and suddenly felt that the negative pressure air was pungent and unpleasant.
The last time I wore such clothes and smelled negative pressure air was when Shangguan Rui was shot.
At that time, she didn't feel that way-
The entire ward was filled with cold wind, and the breath was weak...
Is it because Fang Yiren is not strong in his will to live?
In her eyes, she was dead and had no desire for this world.
Sikong Lingge stood far away without getting close to him.
"You... are you married, aren't you?" Fang Yiren said weakly, and took off the respirator that was in the way.
Sikong Lingge stopped and nodded.
"Congratulations." Fang Yiren smiled weakly, his face pale like paper. "This sentence was told by Li Ye that you are happy and that the greatest comfort to him."
Fang Yiren's voice was slowly ringing in the dead space.
Sikong Lingge's tears kept falling down, and he could not stop it.
"Sikong Lingge..." Fang Yiren's body was very weak, and every time he said a word, it took a lot of energy. "Sometimes, I really envy... Cough cough... Both men, both of them are so