Xiaoye, I have prepared a wedding for you. No one will disturb you then. Keep it a secret for the time being.
Xiaoye, when we come back this time, we will hold a wedding. I will hold the most grand wedding for you.
Xiaoye, where are you...
In the dream, a girl in a white wedding dress was clean and beautiful, standing in a sea of white flowers and smiling at him, with an indescribable sweetness in her eyes. However, outside the dream, there was still the sound of roaring propellers, the sky was high and the sea was vast, leaving behind There was only a necklace that had lost its life.
Qin Zhan performed resuscitation on the plane, and his coma did not last long. Perhaps because of his good qualities, or perhaps because there was something he couldn't put down, he woke up before arriving at the ambulance station in San Francisco.
At that time, there was a lot of noise in my ears, including the voices of medical staff, the voices of delivering medicines, and particularly harsh and loud cries.
He turned his head and saw Wang Tiechuan kneeling on the ground crying like a child, his tall body curled up into a ball, and slapping himself hard with both hands.
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault, I came late, I didn't catch up, it's all my fault..." Wang Tiechuan cried and blamed himself. He knelt on the glass window of the cabin, feeling miserable.
None of the other injured people in the entire cabin spoke, there were only suppressed breathing and choking sounds.
An Mo sat in the corner, staring blankly at the top of the cabin, his eyes full of emptiness.
Xinyue raised her head and leaned against the wall, her whole face wrinkled into a ball, with grooves on her face covered with criss-crossed tear stains.
Zhou Qingqing accompanied the unconscious Shao Yichen, holding his hand tightly, his whole face buried in the stretcher, and big tears fell on the ground.
The clouds broke outside the window, and the sunshine after the rain illuminated the entire sky, reflecting a rainbow in the sky. The seven-color warm light shone into the cabin. The beautiful scenery was soaked in people's tears.
Qin Zhan's necklace became the ax that crushed everyone's last hope, cutting off everything.
"Boss, you're awake." The person under his command noticed that Qin Zhan had opened his eyes and said softly to him: "Relax the force on the tiger's mouth. The rope is embedded in the flesh. It may be a little painful to remove it."
That piece of rope was the last line of defense that Qin Zhan fought hard to hold on to. When they got on the plane and cleaned the wound, they found that the rope had been stuck to the flesh and blood, making it look particularly scary.
It was supposed to be a very painful treatment process, but Qin Zhan remained silent, eerily quiet, as if he had no intuition, and even his expression was numb.
With a bang, the man who dragged him away knelt in front of the stretcher, "Boss, I'm sorry, I cut the rope."
The seven-foot tall man spoke in choked Chinese. He had never seen his boss in such a state of embarrassment and despair. At this moment, he was really afraid that Qin Zhan would not be able to think about it and would become decadent from then on.
Qin Zhan, who was still lying on the stretcher unable to move, slowly raised his hand and saw that there was only a bare end of the rope left in front of him. A feeling of suffocation crept up in his heart. The pain made him breathe twice as heavy. His voice was clear. The oxygen mask was hoarse and weak, and he spat out a few words intermittently, "Search and rescue... bring people back..."
He won't give up until the last minute.
The subordinate choked and nodded, and immediately contacted several nearby helicopters to pay close attention to the subsidence situation. As soon as the situation stabilized, people would be sent to search and rescue.
For a long time after that, Qin Zhan fell into a coma. In that battle, his ribs were almost completely broken and his internal organs were damaged. He underwent three major surgeries in San Francisco and China, and his hands, feet, and limbs were all damaged. There are countless wounds everywhere.
But despite this, Qin Zhan quickly regained consciousness a week later. The first thing he did when he woke up was to rush to the subsidence site to check the progress of the work. He even ignored the doctor's objection and stationed himself in the dense forest. Guarding this huge sinkhole day and night.
Wang Tiechuan and Qin Zhan's team then controlled the power of the seven major families. These people who had lost their powers were just savages in the mountains and forests. The leaders of the seven major families, except Mr. Luo, were all executed by Wang Tiechuan.
It was the eighth day after the search and rescue began. The foundation was still unstable after the subsidence, causing the excavation process to continue very slowly.
In the early morning of this day, Wang Tiechuan pushed people to the edge of the sinkhole and knelt down. Accompanying him were Xu Zihang, Zhao Chongbin, Fang Jian and others, all of whom had solemn expressions and serious faces.
"Boss, Mr. Luo wants to see you outside." Outside the tent, a subordinate came in and made a report.
At that time, Qin Zhan was still wrapped in thick bandages and had an IV drip, and his face was very pale.
Hearing this, he stood up with the help of his men, refused the wheelchair, and slowly moved out.
"A Zhan." Mr. Luo was stunned when he saw Qin Zhan opening the curtain and walking out. This was the first time they met after the war. At that time, he was so angry that he fainted. Unexpectedly, when he woke up, the world had already It was such a sudden change that even his grandson in front of him was almost unrecognizable.
It had only been seven or eight days since we last saw Qin Zhan. His eyebrows were pale and bloodless, his beard was unshaven, and his arms were hanging. His whole body was haggard and withered, and he had lost a lot of weight. He was unrecognizable even from a distance without looking carefully.
Mr. Luo probably guessed that this was because of Song Ye.
He later learned what Qin Zhan had done, and then he truly realized how deep his feelings for Song Ye were.
It's just that he understood it too late, and the purpose of arriving now is also extremely embarrassing.
"Grandpa knows that something happened to Song Ye, and you were very sad and angry. The seven major families also paid a huge price. Everyone lost their powers and will never be able to stand on their own in the future. Isn't this enough? Song Ye's people It would be too cruel to kill several masters. Ah Zhan, I hope you can prevent this tragedy from happening. Enough people have lost their lives in this war." Mr. Luo has never been the master. Zhan Faction, he passed out that night and his son took away the main battle power. When he woke up, he felt blamed. But it was absolutely impossible for him to watch his son die.
Qin Zhan raised his eyes and looked at the people who were preparing for the execution not far away. He did not speak, but slowly walked over with his weak body and stopped at the edge of the sinkhole.
When Wang Tiechuan saw Qin Zhan coming, he stretched out his hand to support him, "Mr. Qin, be careful."
Qin Zhan shook his head and said calmly: "I'm not that weak."
Wang Tiechuan did not let go. Instead, he tightened his grip on his hand and said in a low voice, "The boss gave instructions before he left. Let us, the Night Gang, follow you and protect you from now on."