However, Chen Beifeng did not listen to the Luoyang master's advice and increased his speed to the highest level.
"You will hit someone..." Hou Luoyang said softly.
Wuwuwu——
The car shuttled through the orange-lit road like a ray of light and shadow, speeding rapidly.
Chen Beifeng's dull face was full of sorrow and anger. He couldn't help himself.
He is a man of few words, and a man who never knows what joy and anger are. Since his sister left, he hated the world. He even hated those indifferent bystanders. He had been desperate and gave up, and even committed suicide.
idea.
But Hou Luoyang changed him.
This kind-hearted man who was willing to sacrifice everything for his friends changed the pessimistic and desperate Chen Beifeng.
"Sad Wind. This world is beautiful. If there is an abyss of pain ahead, then let's turn around and look to the left or right. Isn't the scenery charming?"
"Biefeng. You shouldn't live like this. You need friends. Even if you don't like her, at least make one friend. Life without friends is colorless."
"Biefeng. You have never been my servant, let alone my servant. You are my friend. You have always been."
…
Chen Beifeng bit his lip, and the scarlet blood flowed down the corner of his lip. The salty taste stimulated his nerves, making him drive in the fastest and most stable way.
Whoosh!
The car stopped in front of the hospital. Chen Beifeng hugged Hou Luoyang, who was covered in blood, like a lunatic. He shouted: "Doctor! Doctor!!"
The doctor is here.
The cart has arrived.
Chen Beifeng hugged Hou Luoyang and lay down on the cart. He rushed to the emergency room desperately.
"Sad Wind——"
Hou Luoyang grabbed the palm of Chen Beifeng's hand as he was running rapidly, and said angrily: "I want to hear -"
listen?
What to listen to?
Bang!
The emergency room was closed. A medical staff stopped Chen Beifeng, who was losing his mind, from the door: "Sir, we will try our best to save the injured. Please wait here."
drop.
A red light came on above the door, which made Chen Beifeng's heart twitch.
His heart was in turmoil, and he wanted to scream to vent his inner emotions.
But he didn't dare, he was afraid of affecting Hou Luoyang's rescue.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Chen Beifeng punched the hard wall. The wall was deeply dented by his extremely powerful blow. Blood also rolled out rapidly along his fingertips.
He gritted his teeth desperately, and his body was trembling violently due to the great fluctuations in emotions. Hot tears fell from his eyes.
A man won't shed tears easily.
Chen Beifeng is such a cold person. Only Hou Luoyang can make him shed tears.
Muzi stood beside him quietly, not daring to express his anger.
He was worried about Mr. Pian Pianjia in the emergency room. He was also worried about Chen Beifeng in front of him. Apart from Hou Luoyang, Muzi was probably the person who knew him best. After knowing each other for many years, Muzi had never seen the taciturn Chen Beifeng cry or laugh. It seemed that he had never seen him cry or laugh.
His mood will not be affected by anything. But tonight, he cried. It was as if he had lost the whole world. He cried bitterly.
"Sad Wind——"
"I want to hear-"
What does Hou Luoyang want to hear?
Muzi didn't know, but Chen Beifeng knew.
What he wanted to hear was what Chen Beifeng didn't want to hear.
Tomorrow - will it be better?
Where would it be better!
The only people in the world have ended up like this. How good is this world? How good will tomorrow be!
not good!
Not good at all!
But he rarely refused Hou Luoyang's request. This time - he didn't either.
Hou Luoyang was worried about Chen Beifeng.
He was afraid that Chen Beifeng would be severely hit by this and even return to the same numbness he was when his sister died.
He wanted to tell Chen Beifeng that no matter whether he lived or died, tomorrow would be better!
Chen Beifeng took out the harmonica with trembling hands. He gently wiped the old harmonica, put his lips to it, and played the familiar music with tearful eyes.
The beautiful music sounded in the empty and lonely corridor, but it lost the softness of the past and gained a strong sadness.
Muzi stared at the familiar music and glanced at Chen Beifeng, who was huddled alone at the end of the bench. His eyes were red and he tilted his head to wipe away tears.
"Knock gently to wake up the sleeping soul, slowly open your eyes. See if the busy world is still lonely and spinning. The spring breeze is incomprehensible, blowing the young man's heart. Let the tears on the face of yesterday be gone.
Dried with memory.
Look up for the wings in the sky, and the migratory birds will show their imprints. It will bring the news of famine and ruthless war in the distance, and the news that still exists. The white snow on Yushan Mountain is falling, burning the hearts of young people. Let the true feelings melt into notes and express distant blessings.
Sing your passion, stretch out your hands, let me embrace your dreams. Let me have your sincere face. Let our smiles be filled with the pride of youth, and we offer devout prayers for tomorrow..."
…
Twelve hours of rescue work, but the red indicator light above the rescue room still went out.
Someone from the Hou family is coming.
The virtuous wife was holding the child who was less than one year old and could not even bab at the door of the emergency room. Like Chen Beifeng, he had red eyes and was sitting on the cold bench as if he had lost his soul.
Gradually, more and more people came.
All those in Baicheng who had interacted with Hou Luoyang, admired him, thanked him, or were true friends were here. There was no room for them in the corridor, so they stood on the stairs, silently waiting for Mr. Luoyang who was still giving first aid.
"Master Liu from Yanjing is here." Someone whispered.
"Master Leng of Huangpu is here." Someone whispered again.
"Master Du from Beihai is here too."
"Master Feng of Western Shu is here."
Ten people. Fifty people. One hundred people. Two hundred people.
People who are at home, people who are far away from abroad, everyone who can come is here.
The virtuous wife looked at those dusty faces with sincere and worried faces, and her eyes filled with tears.
She was very lucky to have met him in her best years.
She was so proud to have a child for this perfect husband.
She thought: There is no better husband than him in this world, right?
The virtuous wife lowered her head slightly, stared at the son in her arms with blurred vision, and murmured to herself: "Son, you will definitely be proud of your father..."
…
Twelve hours.
Fourteen hours.
Eighteen hours.
Twenty hours.
One day and one night passed unconsciously.
drop!
The indicator light above the emergency room suddenly went out. The sleepy waiters immediately stood up and looked at the door with eager eyes.
They are here but not leaving. They are not here to be polite, nor are they trying to save face. They are sincere and sincere - they hope that Mr. Luoyang will be rewarded for his good deeds.
Click.
The door opens.
A group of doctors and nurses in white angel uniforms walked out of the door. They were all sweating profusely and looked haggard.
The leading doctor in charge took off his mask and wiped the sweat from his forehead. A smile brighter than a flower bloomed on his old face: "He created a miracle in the medical world."
The crowded corridor suddenly fell into a deathly silence. But the breathing gradually became faster. Then, true sounds of joy and cheers broke out.
"Thanks!"
A young talented man in a neat suit stretched out his arm.
The attending doctor shook hands with him: "It should be."
