But for some reason, his heart still hurt inexplicably, and his heartbeat was very irregular. It was beating every now and then, making him a little short of breath.
He immediately picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number, but there was no response.
Now his heart was even more panicked, as if he was out of his original position. "Call the doctor for me."
The doctor came after a while, listened to his heart and measured his blood pressure. "Mr. Ling, were you stimulated by something just now?"
"Well, I had a very scary dream."
"Don't worry too much. Your condition is caused by strong stimulation and is only temporary. I will prescribe you some sedative and tranquilizing medicine to help you sleep more soundly."
About half an hour after taking the medicine, Ling Ang fell asleep under the influence of the medicine.
The next day, early morning.
The misty sunlight filtered in faintly through the glass windows.
Ling Ang opened his eyes and felt dizzy.
Although he had taken medicine last night, he still had a very restless sleep and was in a state of sleep all night long.
The door opened anxiously.
Zheng Yan stood at the door, looking at him with complicated expressions, his eyes filled with indescribable hesitation.
Ling Ang saw his strange expression and asked strangely: "Yan, what's wrong?"
"Ang..." Zheng Yan looked at a loss and hesitated.
He was confused for a while. He had never seen such an expression on Zheng Yan's side for so long. "What happened?"
Zheng Yan's palms felt wet for a while. He really didn't know whether he should tell Ling Ang the news at this time.
He and Wang Aoshuang have experienced life and death, joys and sorrows, and they have decided to be together.
When something like this happened suddenly, it was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue. He was afraid that if he was injured, he would not be able to withstand such a powerful stimulus.
Seeing him like this, Ling Ang guessed that something important had happened and said anxiously: "Yan, tell me quickly!"
"Ang..." Zheng Yan came to him, held his shoulders, and said slowly: "Aoshuang..."
His heart trembled heavily and he couldn't wait to ask: "What's wrong with Aoshuang? Tell me quickly!"
"Aoshuang, she..." Zheng Yan lowered his head and couldn't bear to see his death-like expression, so he spoke softly: "Aoshuang left in the fire last night..."
"What?" Ling Ang's voice was as loud as thunder. He suddenly got up from the hospital bed. Because he moved too much, the wound suddenly tore open and bleeding began to flow faintly.
He grabbed Zheng Yan's arm excitedly and lost control of his emotions, "What did you say? I heard it wrong just now, right?..."
Zheng Yan saw that the blood from his wound had stained the hospital gown, so he pressed him and said sadly: "Ang, calm down. This is absolutely true. You have to accept the fact."
Boom!... Ling Ang felt as if a bomb had been put into his body. In an instant, his body was blown into thousands of pieces, and his flesh and blood fell all over the sky, blurring...
"Impossible...impossible...she has only been away for a few days, why did something like this happen suddenly? I don't believe it...I don't believe it...I want to find her..."
Ignoring the pain in his body, he rushed out of the ward.
Zheng Yan quickly grabbed him and said, "Ang, you can't do this. Your wound has already opened and needs to be sutured. Wait until the suturing is completed."