Yan Qing fell heavily on the air mattress, and the chaotic figures screamed at her and embraced her, surrounded by air.
She couldn't hear anything, and couldn't make out what these people looked like.
In her ears, a man called "Qingqing" either laughing or hoarsely, and the sound shook her internal organs to shreds. Her red and swollen eyes were wide open, and she could no longer see him. The night sky and the smoke billowing window.
Yan Qing's mind seemed to have been cut open by a knife and axe, carrying on the lost memory.
She is Yunqing, Yanqing, a blank soul who will fall in love with him again every morning when she wakes up, all the fierce and rushing past, his childhood, his bruises and bruises, every frame of infatuation, a brain burst , the ferocity hit her crumbling nerves.
But no more.
She hollowed out the person she adored and cherished, and she would never have it again.
Why is she still alive.
Someone was going to help her up, pulling her arm.
Yan Qing resisted with all his might, and avoided hysterically.
Don't go.
This is the closest place to him. Only when they die together can they return to one place.
But the more and more severe headache broke her will, she could not control herself, her eyes fell heavily, through the gap of her eyelashes, still staring at the flames above in the last few seconds of sobriety, her tears poured helplessly , the body curled into a stiff ball.
Huo Yunshen, can you wait for me
When Yan Qing opened his eyes again, his vision was blurred for a long time before it gradually became clear.
She was changed places, lying on the hospital bed with a needle stuck in the back of her hand, the fluid from the infusion tube poured into her body drop by drop, shivering with cold.
The ward was mixed with the smell of disinfectant and the faint scent of flowers. It was very empty and quiet. There was only one person sitting on the chair beside the bed, who was watching her nervously. Seeing her opening her eyes, her expression was so excited that she wanted to cry.
"Madam, are you awake, do you have a headache? Are there any parts that you can't remember well? Tell me where you are uncomfortable. During the period when you were in a coma, I did a detailed examination for you, and the results were completely normal. I really... "
Yan Qing did not speak, and went straight to pull out the needle for the infusion.
Dr. He broke out in a cold sweat and hurried to stop her. When he was about to meet her, he somehow remembered that he had to shake hands with his wife before, and Mr. Huo's gaze that could grind him to ashes, he subconsciously cushioned her with the quilt and held her down.
"Madam! What are you doing!"
Yan Qing remained silent, propped her body up and sat up, ignoring the blood flow back and was about to get out of bed.
Dr. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood her current state.
He looked back anxiously and glanced outside the door. There was no movement. It seemed that the rescue was not over yet...
At this time, any consolation is useless. After the explosion, the wife has no idea of surviving at all. She can't feel the pain or bleeding, and she can't listen to his gentle persuasion. She wants to go to extremes.
Dr. He concentrated, and suddenly said in a more serious tone: "Mr. Huo traded himself for you, do you just waste it so carelessly? Then he plans so much without sleep, counts his life into it, and clears the way for you. , to pave the way for the future, what is the plan!"
Yan Qing seemed to be frozen, and slowly raised his head, his face was pale, his eyes were full of life, and he stared at him blankly.
Dr. He was heartbroken when he looked at him like this.
He is a staunch atheist, but he can't help but quietly worship the Bodhisattva, praying that Mr. Huo in the rescue room can escape the catastrophe.
Now, except for this ward, which is still a pure land, it is already stormy outside, and I don’t know how many people are guarding it.
But the results haven't come out yet, and he didn't dare to tell his wife too much.
Once rescue fails...
It is better to keep despairing than to ignite hope and then shatter it cruelly.
What he should do now is to try to attract his wife's attention, not to mention that everything he wants to say is true, and he didn't intend to hide it and let her know.
Dr. He took his breath and continued to say solemnly: "Mr. Huo guessed the key to awakening your memory a long time ago, but it has never been determined how to do it. But I didn't expect that Huo Linchuan didn't plan to let you go. The situation was a sudden change, and all we could do was an air bed. In order to protect you, Mr. Huo would rather turn the fake into the real. Take your own life."
Yan Qing was pierced by a few words, and his voice was hoarse: "He exchanged himself for me, without him, I wake up, and my life has no meaning!"
"He made preparations in advance," Dr. He recalled the scene at that time, unable to hide his excitement, "the day he accompanied you to the costume shoot, he personally explained his death on the phone, and once he had an accident, he wanted me to wash your memory away. , let you take him as..."
Yan Qing had difficulty breathing: "Take it as something."
"... a husband who has no feelings, you just need to accept the property he left you with peace of mind, without shedding a single tear over his death."
Yan Qing's unconscious heart was burned to ashes by a fire.
He not only left her, but also plucked out her memories, erasing the traces of Huo Yunshen's love and cherishment in this world.
He wanted to die silently, a transparent shadow that never mattered.
Yan Qing's chest rose and fell rapidly, staring at Dr. He, her singing voice trembled and changed its tone: "You dare... You dare!"
She shrank back, fiercely defending her only treasure.
Dr. He twisted his head in embarrassment. When he decided to do it, his wife couldn't resist. Maybe he didn't let her know that it was easier to operate, but out of selfishness, he just wanted to tell her when she remembered everything.
All the way, I witnessed Mr. Huo and his wife coming. If the day comes, how can he do it.
In the ward, swords were drawn, and in the corridor outside, there was a sudden sound of stumbling footsteps, rushing to approach, slamming the door open, the visitor was panting, nodding desperately in tears, and making no sound.
Yan Qing was stunned.
It's Min Kyung.
Her mind was blank, and a cluster of unbelievable tiny flames suddenly ignited, she dared not speak, and pursed her lips.
Doctor He understood what was going on, and when he saw Min Jing's reaction, he immediately lost his strength and his eyes were red.
He turned around tremblingly, choked and said, "Madam, I, I can tell you the truth, Mr. Huo, when the explosion happened, he was blocked by the metal door that was overturned by the airflow, and the door was impartial. He flew behind Mr. Huo and fell on the wall to make an angle, helping him bear most of the damage..."
After the incident, they all thought it was impossible to survive.
But the hard metal door that was originally locked from the outside, blocking the way of life, was almost three people wide in order to match the large suite, and the material was exceptionally strong.
Huo Linchuan arranged the explosives to kill people in the room on the third floor, and did not intend to blow up the entire building, so the amount and power of the explosives were not too large.
In fact, according to the direction of the moment when the explosive airflow hit, it was not accurate to Mr. Huo's side. There was a certain deviation, but Huo Linchuan was lying on the door at the time. It's the best place to go.
Huo Linchuan died completely and his body was incomplete, but at the most critical juncture, he was forced to use his own body to pay for his numerous crimes.
Yan Qing blinked his eyes slowly, his fingers trembling.
"Even so, Mr. Huo was still affected, and the left side of his body was injured. He had been at the scene for too long. He was severely suffocated, and he lost blood from two shots." Rescue, we are afraid of failure, so we dare not say too early, but now he, he can survive..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Yan Qing, who had reacted, let out a cry, bit her lip hard to hold it back, she tore off the needle on the back of her hand, and staggered out of the ward regardless of the blood that overflowed.
Huo Yunshen has been pushed out of the emergency room and is still in a coma. He is being observed in the intensive care unit and is temporarily not allowed to visit.
There is a piece of glass on the outer wall of the intensive care unit, and you can see the situation inside. A group of well-dressed men are surrounded there, all sighing and sobbing for the rest of their lives.
Min Jing followed Yan Qing and ran to her side.
After the crowd found her appearing, they consciously kept silent, moved to the sides, and made way to the center.
Yan Qing walked forward in a drowsy manner. The closer she got, the more frightened her teeth were chattering. She was still wearing a hospital gown, and the back of her hands were red and wet. Fear of disturbing the gods, she walked cautiously and quietly stuck to the glass. He wiped his eyes and looked inside.
On the snow-white hospital bed, the quilt covered the man's chest, covering his wounds all over his body. He closed his eyes, the long street was dark, his thin lips were pale, and his facial features had faded from the usual coldness.
He didn't know he was being rescued.
He didn't know he could still live.
At this moment, he faced her as if he was going to die, without resistance, only vulnerable and tender.
Yan Qing was motionless against the glass.
No one in the room had the courage to make a sound. He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head in a pleasing manner. Min Jing calmed down a bit, and immediately returned to the role of Min Te's assistant. He dispersed the crowd and led them away quietly, leaving this space only for Yan Qing himself. .
Yan Qing stared at him intently, and after a long while, she bit her wrist and cried out, and then laughed with tears.
"Husband," she curled her warm fingers, tapped lightly on the glass, and asked aggrieved, "When will you wake up, I want to go home with you."