Endless rainstorms and thick dark clouds covered the city.
The violent rain washed away the Beiming Manor. The blood that had originally spread in the muddy ground had been washed away and penetrated deeply into the soil. The flowers blooming on both sides of the road seemed to be soaked in blood. The petals were rich in red and dark colors, condensed in the heavy rain.
With water droplets, it has an enchanting and nightmare beauty.
The ruined silk flowers were scattered on the ground, unnoticed.
Painted windows with intricate shadows...
People were coming in and out of the living room. The young master's condition relapsed and his heartbeat suddenly stopped.
Doctors rushed in immediately for rescue.
Bei Mingyechen supported the old man, but he was squeezed by the panicked people in front of him and could not stand firmly.
"Pacemaker...200!"
"Intensify the pressure...300!"
"360..."
Defibrillation relies on heart flow through the heart muscle
If the current is too low, defibrillation cannot terminate the arrhythmia; if the current is too high, the shape and function of the myocardium will be damaged!
Beiming Shaoxi lay quietly on the bed, his heart bouncing up and down in the pacemaker.
The big bed moved up and down again and again, but he didn't react at all.
The multi-layered crystal chandelier shines brightly, but he seems to be shrouded in the shadow of darkness, lifeless, like a sculpture in hell, sinking in the infinite darkness...
The bandaged fingers were slightly bent, holding something, and half of the gold chain fell out.
No matter who it was, they tried their best and couldn't open his stiff fingers.
Holding in his hand was Ji Anan's golden pendant.
Beiming Shaoxi, I hate you...
I like Gu Nancheng!
Let me go, please, please...
The "drip" electrocardiograph emits a steady transverse wave, and no miracles happen.
The doctor held up the pacemaker and pressed it down, sweating on his forehead: "Defibrillation is ineffective, continue, establish intravenous access, and use epinephrine."
Master Bei Ming's body trembled and he almost lost his balance. Bei Ming Yechen held his shoulder and said, "Grandpa, your heart is not good, should you go back to your room to rest?"
"Shaoxi, nothing can happen to Shaoxi... I want to watch him here, I want to see him wake up with my own eyes!" The old man pressed his heart, his face turning purple.
Shaoxi is the only heir to Beiming Manor now. After his death, Beiming Yechen cannot support the family business. And he is old.
He was looking forward to having a great-grandson, but when he heard the news about Beiming Shaoxi's private divorce, he rushed back desperately
As soon as I arrived at the manor, I heard the cruel reality that Beiming Shaoxi committed suicide and fell in the back garden.
If the servant hadn't heard the gunfire and discovered the situation in time...
Beiming Shaoxi's treatment was not timely enough, and he is now preparing for his funeral.
…
Beiming Shaoxi, that child, I didn’t mean it... I’m sorry...
I love you, and everything that should not be forgiven can be forgiven. If Miss Ji really feels sorry and has to say a hundred words of sorry, it is better to do something worthy...
Ji Anan was silent for a moment, spread his hands, and handed the golden pendant to him: You dropped this when you rolled downstairs that day, and I picked it up. If you still want it, give it back to you!
Love is a process of self-abuse.
Sadness is like a knife stuck in the chest. If you pull it out, it will only stain her with blood!
Beiming Shaoxi's stiff fingers slowly loosened, as if the last of his strength was disappearing...
He let her go.
Ding dong…
The hand hung weakly from the edge of the bed, and the falling card fell to the ground crisply. Beiming Shaoxi's stiff fingers slowly loosened, as if the last strength was disappearing...
He let her go.
Ding dong…
The hand dropped weakly from the edge of the bed, and the dropped card landed crisply on the ground.