Dyed

The car was speeding along the road, and when Mingzheng returned home, he felt that the house was unusually quiet, with a heavy and strange feeling. He called his servant, "Where's Madam?"

"I went to bed early in the morning and didn't eat dinner."

Mingzheng handed over his coat without changing his shoes, and went directly to the second floor.

The door of Zhao Lan's room was closed, and when he opened it, he felt something was wrong.

It was pitch black inside, and a strong fishy smell came to the nostrils. It was not a smell that could be ignored. Mingzheng's expression tightened, and he quickly turned on the light.

When he strode in, Zhao Lan was sleeping on the bed, stuffed with two duvets, his throat rolling lightly, his heart almost stopped beating, he came to the bed and threw off the quilt.

The wound on the wrist was cut deeply, and the blood even soaked out of the inner quilt, Ming Zheng was shocked, "Mom!"

Zhao Lan had already lost consciousness, he picked her up without hesitation, glanced at the bedside table, and saw a folded paper on it.

He hurried downstairs with her in his arms, the servant panicked when he saw it, and looked at the clock hanging in the living room, "Why is this so, Madam told me to remember to go to her room to call her at 8 o'clock."

Mingzheng raised his eyelids and cast aside the time, his face became more and more gloomy, and he was still tightly holding the piece of paper on the bedside table.

At the door of the emergency room of the hospital, Mingzheng opened the paper with trembling palms. The lower his eyes fell, the deeper his heart sank. He closed his eyelids tiredly and leaned against the cold wall.

This should be Zhao Lan's will. She clearly stated that she would not accept rescue.

The corners of Ming Zheng's mouth were raised in mockery, under the broken hair drooping on his forehead, his eyes were empty and lifeless. He stared sideways at the red light in the emergency room. After all, Ming Chengyou was the one she cared about the most.

After clenching his palms tightly, he loosened them again, fighting fiercely in his heart, and finally called Fu Ran.

Ming Chengyou and Fu Ran rushed to the hospital quickly, but Ming Zheng didn't raise his head when he heard the hurried footsteps.

"Brother, what happened?" Fu Ran looked anxious, "Is Mom still trying to rescue her?"

Only then did Ming Zheng raise his lowered gaze, but he passed Fu Ran and fell to Ming Chengyou. Seeing the man's thin body, Ming Zheng was also taken aback, and he handed the paper to Fu Ran.

She took it carefully, and Ming Chengyou stood behind her, from such an angle that she could see the content on the paper.

Fu Ran's eyes moved down, his mouth was slightly opened in surprise, Ming Chengyou's face became paler, and he took the paper from Fu Ran's hand.

Zhao Lan told Mingzheng to go back, and told the servant to wait for the time to call her, because she didn't want her to die in vain.

She knew that if she said she wanted to give Ming Chengyou her heart, no hospital would agree to the operation.

The only way she could think of was this.

Ming Chengyou rubbed the paper in his palm, and stared at the door fiercely.

The lights in the emergency room dimmed quickly, and Ming Zheng stood up to greet her, "Doctor, how is my mother?"

"Fortunately, it was delivered in time," the doctor took off his mask, "It will be useless if you come half an hour later."

Fu Ran had lingering fears, and her back was so frightened that cold sweat broke out. She raised her head and looked at Ming Chengyou beside her. The man didn't say a word, but his face was tense, and his eyes were cold.

Zhao Lan was pushed out of the first-aid room, Fu Ran retreated to the side, and seeing Ming Chengyou still standing still, she pulled his arm to let him stand beside her.

Zhao Lan's left wrist was wrapped with thick gauze, his lips were pale, and drips were injected into his body along the veins on the back of his hand.

Ming Chengyou stared at the direction where the hospital bed was pushed out for a moment.

Ming Zheng followed and left, and after returning to the ward, he called Luo Wenying and asked her to go home and bring him a change of clothes.

When Luo Wenying rushed to the hospital, Mingzheng looked up at the IV bottle.

At Mingzheng's house, after listening to the servant explain the situation roughly, Luo Wenying put the things on the bedside table, Mingzheng raised his head, "Thank you."

"Is aunt all right?"

"It's out of danger."

Luo Wenying nodded, "I saw Fu Ran outside just now." Seeing that Ming Zheng didn't say anything, "You haven't eaten yet, I'll buy it for you."

Luo Wenying went out and didn't come back for a while, so she called Mingzheng and told him that the car broke down and asked him to pick it up.

Ming Zheng could probably guess that Luo Wenying transferred him away because he wanted Ming Chengyou and Fu Ran to come in and visit him.

He asked the nurse to come in and stand by, picked up the car keys and walked out.

Fu Ran took Ming Chengyou's hand and came to the door of the ward. The man was sitting on the chair on the right. There was a faint voice in the ward. Fu Ran hurried over, "I seem to be awake."

Ming Chengyou looked at the ground without speaking.

"Chengyou."

The door was opened from the inside, and the nurse held an IV bottle, "Are you the patient's family members? She's awake."

Fu Ran wanted to go in, but Ming Chengyou grabbed her wrist, "You wait for me outside."

Fu Ran hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Ming Chengyou walked into the ward with heavy steps, Zhao Lan groaned in pain, the wound was in severe pain like a tear, she looked up and saw the man standing at the end of the bed, her expression could not hide her excitement, "Chengyou."

Sure enough, as Li Yunling said, she lost a lot of weight.

Zhao Lan's eyes were filled with tears, and she wanted to stand up.

Ming Chengyou stood against the light, with a somewhat gloomy expression.

"Chengyou, come here and let me have a look." Zhao Lan stretched out his hand, and Ming Chengyou's gaze fell on her right wrist. Seeing this, Zhao Lan tucked her right hand into the quilt.She looked around, and it would be great if she could be delayed by another half an hour.

She didn't feel any pain when the knife was cut off.

She hoped that her heart could beat in her son's body, and she also wanted to ask Ming Yunfeng why he separated them so cruelly in the first place?

Ming Chengyou stayed where he was, his gaze seemed to shoot a hole in Zhao Lan's face.

"Do you think that if you give me your heart, you can feel at ease? Let me tell you, I can accept everyone's, but I can't accept yours. Do you think I can recognize you like this?"

Ming Chengyou raised his chin slightly, with broken brightness in his eyes, and a moving expression hiding at the bottom of the pool, "You should get rid of this idea as soon as possible, even if you are not rescued today, I will not accept anything in your body. Same organ!"

Zhao Lan's tears flowed down, so, is this the cruelest torture for her?