If you have a bad marriage intention, don't be too bad for an overbearing president!

When Mo Huanting received Qiao Jingxuan's call and rushed to the hospital, Xiang Wan had not yet come out of the operating room.

What's going on inside, whether it's good or bad, no one knows.

The lights in the corridor were as bright as day, which made Mo Huanting's eyes a little hard to open, and even burned his vision.The divorce procedures have not yet been completed, and he is still her husband now.

He was supposed to sign, but his hands shook.

Mr. Mo has always had excellent brushwork, strong and powerful fonts, sharp edges and corners, and elegant elegance like flowing clouds and flowing water.

But the handwriting on the operation instruction book was crooked, and at a sudden glance, I thought it was a primary school student's scribbles.

In this life, I have never been afraid.

He was afraid of hanging alone on the rock, he was afraid of his mother's whipping, he was afraid of the nightmare that haunted him every night.

However, adding all of these up, it doesn't seem to be as scary as it is now.

Around, people come and go.

The police came to ask Qiao Jingxuan about the situation at that time, but he didn't listen to him at all.

The operation took a full ten hours.

Ten hours, ten years is not too much for him...

When she was pushed out of the operating room, her face was as pale as paper, and her right cheek was hidden in the white gauze.

His feet were weak, and he hurriedly followed to the intensive care unit.

The doctor said: "The situation is not good. Let's see if she can survive 24 hours. You'd better be mentally prepared."

His soul trembled, his heart had already been run over by the mother-in-law, his light gray eyes were sad, "Can I go in?"

Mr. Mo, it seems that he has never been sad, he has experienced pain, hesitation, and tribulation, but he has never been so sad.

A simple "Can I go in?" seemed to take all Mr. Mo's energy.

Looking back at the empty and dead ward, the doctor shook his head and sighed, "Go in!"

He nodded, but his straight back seemed a little curved.

The doctor who operated on Xiang Wan was the director of Jing'an Hospital. The director hadn't performed surgery on anyone for a long time, but this time he actually performed the operation himself. One can imagine how serious this patient's condition is...

Walking outside, the chief physician behind him asked curiously, "Dean, why did you agree to the request of the patient's family just now? The patient's current condition is not suitable for visiting."

The dean sighed: "You and I both understand that this patient cannot survive 24 hours, which means that this is her last moment of life, and perhaps the most important thing is to have someone to accompany her..."

At this time, the people following behind were inexplicably a little more sad.

Even though I am used to seeing life and death, my heart will still be touched every time this happens.

But, can that man really bear such a result?

*

Qiao Jingxuan stood outside the ward, leaving time for them.

In the ward, Mo Huanting was sitting beside the bed, and there was an instrument responding to her heartbeat, which was weak.

He looked at her carefully and wanted to hold her hand with his hand, but he didn't dare.

Now, he was afraid that she would break if touched.

His shoulders seemed unable to withstand such blows and hardships. He suddenly realized that no matter how powerful he was, he could not reverse life, old age, sickness and death. In such a helpless time, all he could pray to was God.

Hands are already cold.

Even if you want to shake her hand, you need to warm it up first.

How could he let her be cold?

Rub your hands together, but no matter how you rub your hands, it seems to be the same, still cold and ice.

"If you are tired, sleep for a while, but only for a while, don't be lazy." He said this, but no one responded.

After 15 minutes, he said again: "Don't you like Tsangyang Gyatso? Then I will recite his poems to you..."

For the next hour, the entire ward was surrounded by authentic Tibetan language.

If you don't know, you may think that this place has become a Buddhist temple.

……

Ten hours later, her condition suddenly became abnormal. She was lying quietly on the hospital bed, but suddenly her whole body twitched, foaming at the mouth, like a frightened luan.

He panicked and called doctors and nurses, helplessly like a child.

After another rescue, her condition stabilized again, but what followed was the first critical illness notice issued by the hospital.

He held the thin paper in his hand, but it felt like a thousand catties.

Twelve hours later, her condition took a turn for the worse again, and her weak heartbeat stopped for the first time. After two hours of continuous rescue, she came back from the death line again.

At this time, the hospital issued a second critical illness notice.

Standing next to each other like this, Qiao Jingxuan, who watched all this quietly, was on the verge of despair.

She seems to be dying, she is dying!

It's all his fault, he didn't like her...

It's his fault!

However, the other man was still as tall and straight as a mountain. In the ward that was supposed to be silent, he chanted poems over and over again, seemingly without end.

Only he himself knows how much remorse and remorse there is in it.

It was his indecision, his indecision, and his timidity that led to this situation.

Twenty hours later, she experienced cardiac arrest again, a high fever, and complications were slowly surfacing.Being alive seems like a delusion.

Even the doctor seemed to have the idea of ​​giving up, because if it continued, she would be the only one suffering.

However, the man refused.

He said that if he really fell in love with someone, even if he went to hell, he would go to the King of Hades to ask for someone.

Don't die, just don't die!

Twenty-four hours later, her faint heartbeat was still there, but her face was paler than before.

The man stayed by the hospital bed without eating or drinking, holding her cold little hand with his.

Overnight, he accompanied her through life and death several times, and the hair on his temples has grown into gorgeous hair.

Mr. Mo, within 24 hours, the decline is many times faster than ordinary people.

Even the doctor was amazed when he saw it, it seemed that this man suddenly aged ten years.

In the morning, the usual ward round time.

The doctor said: "It's a miracle that I can get over it, but it's still a question of whether I can wake up. We have no choice but to do our best and obey the destiny."

After the doctor's ward rounds, the man left the crowd who came to visit her and left silently.

It is said that there is a very effective pagoda in Rongcheng. The pagoda is as high as a mountain, and it is responsive to the pious worshipers. Legend has it that a generation of eminent monk Kumarajiva once traveled here and taught the Dharma to the local people.

Mr. Mo does not believe in Buddha, ghosts, or demons, but only himself.

However, at this moment, he was standing under the steps leading to the Buddha Pagoda after taking a bath and changing clothes.

There are a total of [-] steps on the road leading to the Buddha Pagoda, one step at a time bows down, and one step at a time pays homage to the Buddha.

Even people with the best physical strength will feel dizzy under the scorching sun at this time.

From early morning to noon, and then to evening, the man's steps changed from brisk to heavy.

In the end, I was exhausted and almost fell down.

His forehead had been scratched, and blood slid down the corners of his forehead, staining his plain white clothes, like red plums on rice paper.

When they reached the end, they saw that the door of the pagoda was closed tightly.

He walked weakly to the front of the pagoda, knelt down and bowed precariously.

Sincerely recite the wish in my heart a thousand times...

When the entire Rongcheng was in full swing, the man who stirred up everything was kowtowing and kneeling in the Buddha's palm like a quiet lotus in front of the Buddha.

*

2010, October.

A woman living in the intensive care unit of Jing'an Hospital finally woke up from her deep sleep after several struggles against death.

However, the first thing she saw when she woke up was not him, but him.

She couldn't speak right away, her lips were dry and bleeding, and her eyes were hazy.A week later, when she finally spoke her first words, she asked, "Who are you?"

The man was astonished, and a dark stream of light surged in the depths of his eyes, "I'm Qiao Jingxuan, Brother Qiao!"

After waking up, the woman lost her memory. After a doctor's diagnosis, the result was that it might only be temporary, because her brain had suffered a huge trauma, and she might never remember it for the rest of her life.

The woman didn't seem to care too much about the disfigurement. When she took off the gauze and saw the pitted right cheek, her face was still calm, and she just said: "I think, I must have been beautiful before. Look at my left cheek." You can tell by your face..."

After waking up, the woman recovered quickly, but she felt strange to everyone except Qiao Jingxuan.

Because Qiao Jingxuan was the first person she saw after waking up.

In the afternoon, the sun is shining.

Qiao Jingxuan helped the woman for a walk in the hospital. The woman smiled sweetly wearing a hat and asked, "Is Brother Qiao married?"

"It's over..."

"Yes?" The woman seemed a little puzzled, "What does it mean to have been married?"

"My wife died of illness after leaving me a daughter." Qiao Jingxuan looked at the woman in front of her, as if she still looked the same, as if nothing had happened in the past five years, and everything had returned to the starting point.

"What about me?" the woman asked again, "Am I married?"

Qiao Jingxuan's eyes moved slightly, "No, you have never been married."

"do not have it?"

The woman chewed these three words carefully, chewing with her lips and teeth lingering.

"what happened?"

The woman smiled, "It's nothing, it's just an unspeakable feeling..."

*

New Year's Day 2010.

The man finally came out of the pagoda. That day he knelt in front of the pagoda and met a monk by chance. When he asked why, he told them one by one.

Immediately, the monk smiled lightly, led him into the pagoda, gave him a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and asked him to copy scriptures.

Only then did I realize that the so-called Futu Pagoda was just a scripture pavilion behind the most famous temple in Rongcheng, and there were thousands of scriptures hidden in it.

At this moment, when he came out of the tower, he received two messages.

First, she wakes up.

Second, she forgot about him.

-End of this chapter-