"Wanwan..." Lu Hanting struggled to wipe the tears on her face with his thumb, although there were more and more tears on her face, "It doesn't matter, I will give myself to you..."
"Ms. Xia, Mr. Lu must enter the sterile room now. We are waiting for your good news." At this time, the doctor and nurse pushed Lu Hanting away.
...
Xia Xiwan couldn't calm down, but she had to force herself to get into the topic. She slowly sat on the chair and took out the medical manual that Lu Zixian had left behind.
She opened the first page, which contained his talents and achievements in medicine. Xia Xiwan turned over page by page...
My eyes were dry, and it seemed like I couldn't shed tears anymore, but my eyes were stinging. I don't know if they were stung by his words, but it was very painful.
Xia Xiwan turned to the last page, which was the ultimate equation. She knew that by unlocking this ultimate equation, Lu Hanting would be saved, and millions of people suffering from heart failure would be saved.
She picked up the pen and put the pen tip on the clean white paper, but she couldn't write anything.
She couldn't unlock it at all.
Soon, 24 hours passed, and Lu Hanting only had the last 24 hours of his life.
At night, when Qing'er pushed the door open, Xia Xiwan was still sitting on that chair, sitting quietly alone. In the past 24 hours, Xia Xiwan had always maintained this posture, with her slender face hanging down.
Yujie read Lu Zixian's medical manual over and over again.
"Nvjun," Qing'er walked over and handed over a bowl of bird's nest, "You haven't eaten anything today, you haven't even drank any saliva. It's definitely not possible to go without food and drink like this."
Xia Xiwan did not raise her head, she just murmured, "Qing'er, it records the process of his two injections of the blood of a child. He went against the natural genes and forcibly changed his destiny. You said... in this world
How come there is such a stupid person like him?"
Qing'er didn't know how to answer.
Xia Xiwan turned back two more pages and raised her red lips lightly, "Whoever pulls out the Xuanyuan Sword will have his heart broken and die of pain. This medical manual is like the path he has walked.
Now that I look back at the path he has taken, I suddenly realize how much suffering he has suffered and the pain he has endured."
Qing'er was silent, and after a long time she spoke softly, "Nvjun..."
"Qing'er, please step back. I'm tired and want to rest."
Qing'er looked at the clean white paper, but there was still no words written on it. The 24 hours were already counting down, but Xia Xiwan was full of exhaustion.
Qing'er was thinking, did Lu Zixian know that he could also cause Nu Jun such pain?
Qing'er retreated.
Xia Xiwan did not lie down on the bed to rest, but fell asleep on the desk. She had a dream.
She dreamed of the night of her wedding to Lu Zixian. He used the wedding scale to lift her red hijab. She looked up at him in the flickering red candle. He was the most beautiful boy in a white shirt and black trousers.
At that time, he changed into a red dress and looked as handsome as jade.
He looked at her softly, his clear black eyes filled with light.
She didn't know then that that would be his last look.
Xia Xiwan thought of that encounter on the streets of the imperial capital many years ago. At that time, he seemed to have just turned 18 and had a great reputation, while she was still a student at T University. Young boys and girls, in one glance, their future was shaped.
How deeply affectionate and prosperous.
In her eyes, he was always a boy, the cleanest boy.
But she didn't know that he had grown into a man and he gave her all his love.
After all... I failed.
Xia Xiwan suddenly felt very cold. She slowly opened her eyes. It turned out that the window in front of her had opened at some point, and the cold wind from outside blew in.
She sat on the chair in a daze, raised her slender arms and hugged herself, trying to give herself some warmth.
At this moment, her body suddenly felt warm, and it turned out that a black coat was draped around her shoulders.
Xia Xiwan's slender feathers trembled, and then she slowly raised her head. There was another person in front of her, and it was a figure she was familiar with... that cold and elegant figure.
Lu Zixian.
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