Pain at minus 7 degrees Celsius

"A Yue..."

Xiao Hao woke up again in a light sleep, dazed and began to grope, and finally touched the cold, temperatureless hand.

After waking up for a while, he stared blankly at the electrocardiograph, and the steady beating band on it finally brought him back to his sanity.

He reached out to wipe the cold sweat off his head, and held Cheng Yue's cold hand between his brows.

"A Yue, wake up quickly, okay? You hate me, blame me, and anger me, but you can't leave me. A Yue, I can't live without you."

It has been a month since Cheng Yue fell into a coma, and almost every night he would be awakened by the same nightmare, and he dared not touch or even think about the scene a month ago. . .

On the day Xiao Hao received the notice, he was inspecting a construction site far from the urban area. He threw away his helmet, grabbed a key, and drove like crazy to the hospital. I ran through countless red lights on the road, and it was more than two hours later when I finally arrived at the hospital.

Standing at the door of the hospital, Xiao Hao's legs trembled and he was a little unable to walk. The nurse's voice on the phone was hasty and short.

"Mr. Xiao, the dean can't stop vomiting blood and has been sent to the operating room. Dr. Qiao asked me to inform you."

Stumbling and almost crawling to find the operating room that the nurse said, Xiao Hao unexpectedly saw Qiao Jiawen sitting on the bench in front of the operating room, bent over and sitting motionless, the large swath of blood on the dark green surgical gown was almost The clothes were dyed and changed colors.

"Family..."

When Xiao Hao asked the question, his voice trembled and even his tone changed. After a long time, Qiao Jiawen raised his head, his eyes were distracted for a moment, and then he stood up suddenly as if he had woken up, and waved with all his strength. The fist hit Xiao Hao.

Xiao Hao never expected that Qiao Jiawen, who had always been steady and calm, would swing his fist and punch him as if he couldn't control it. He should have avoided it but stood there and let his fist fall.

Qiao Jiawen vented hysterically, his eyes were red, and he screamed at Xiao Hao, throwing the critical illness notice in his hand on Xiao Hao's face.

"Xiao Hao, you are an out-and-out bastard, I misunderstood you!"

"Jiawen... Ayue, tell me what's wrong with Ayue? Aren't you in the operating room? Aren't you operating on him?"

Regardless of the pain that hit his body, Xiao Hao seemed to have just realized that Qiao Jiawen shouldn't be here at this time. He just heard the little nurse say that Qiao Jiawen is in the operating room and he is operating on Cheng Yue.

"Tell me, where is A Yue?"

Qiao Jiawen's eyes were scarlet, and he didn't look at Xiao Hao. He raised his hand, the blood on it had dried up but still had a strong smell of blood, but he seemed to ignore it, and slid along the snow-white wall with his head in his hands. to the ground.

Qiao Jiawen couldn't figure it out, it was only three months, and he only went out to study for only three months, why when he came back, everything was changed.

Just now, he was still standing on the operating table, holding a scalpel in his hand, seeing blood pouring out of Cheng Yue's open mouth and abdominal cavity, his heart stopped several times, and he continued to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation, Even hooked up a defibrillator.As for the man lying on the operating table, except for his weak and almost undetectable heartbeat, he was thin and breathless, and his negligible will to survive made him helpless.

Qiao Jiawen signed the critical illness notice twice with trembling hands. Standing on the operating table, he felt an unprecedented sense of fear for the first time. This person, he could not save him no matter what.

Finally, with the last sliver of reason left, Qiao Jiawen rushed out of the operating room and called Feng Zhichu who was doing an investigation here.

It took Feng Zhichu less than 15 minutes to rush over, but Qiao Jiawen never dared to enter the operating room, and sat slumped on the bench outside without strength.

Xiao Hao couldn't react, the panic and uneasiness in his heart gradually expanded, the door of the operating room was closed tightly and there was no movement at all, Qiao Jiawen, the only one who knew, squatted on the ground without saying a word, Xiao Hao completely lost his mind.

Thinking back to what happened in the past three months since Li Ze came back, thinking back to Cheng Yue's decision to move out, thinking back to the longing and entanglements that have passed through the past three months, Xiao Hao finally cried out in regret, The door to the operating room slumped. . .

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