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In the emergency department of the hospital, Song Ling was pushed into the operating room.

Shen Zhao was standing outside the door covered in blood, staring blankly at the tightly closed operation door, standing there in a daze, trembling uncontrollably.

blood...so much blood...

She never knew that a person would shed so much blood...

"Zhao Zhao——" Meng Yunan and You Huan rushed over at the end of the stairs, Shen Zhao turned his head numbly, his eyes were dry, and he couldn't shed a single tear.

"Shen Zhao!" Meng Yunan looked at Shen Zhao who was in a daze, put his hands on her shoulders, tried to calm down and asked her, "Tell me, what happened? Where is A Ling?!"

"Gun, she was shot..." Shen Zhao murmured, and said in a daze, "It's all blood, she shed a lot of blood..."

Shen Zhao raised his head, tears flowed from his eyes suddenly, couldn't stop, his lips trembled and said, "What should I do?"

Seeing that something was wrong with Shen Zhao, You Huan hurriedly pulled her back, frowned at Meng Yunan, and said, "Let her slow down first, and we can talk about it when Song Ling comes out."

Only then did Meng Yunan calm down, seeing the blood stains on Shen Zhao's body, she felt shocking.

After waiting for a full two hours, the people in the operating room opened the door and came out.

Meng Yunan hurried over and asked, "Doctor Wang, how is my niece?"

Dr. Wang knew Meng Yunan. He looked up at Shen Zhao who was next to him, and then said to her, "The bullet was taken out, and it didn't hit a vital point. It is not life-threatening for the time being. There is a moderate spinal cord injury. I'm afraid it will take a long time to recuperate." , and the rest can only be judged after the inspection report comes out.”

When Meng Yunan heard that her life was not in danger, she took a breather and stopped. She quickly thanked, "Thank you, Doctor Wang!"

"Doctor Meng is too polite." Doctor Wang said, "I will be sent to the general ward later. She passed out from the pain and will probably wake up at night."

"Okay okay."

When Shen Zhao heard the doctor's words, he stopped crying angrily, and hurriedly followed them to the general ward.

Shen Zhao is no stranger to the inpatient department of Jiangcheng No. [-] Hospital. She once lost her dearest relative here.

The ward was on the fifteenth floor, and Shen Zhao found Song Ling's room, which was a separate double room.

She was lying there, motionless, her face was pale and bloodless, as if she was about to leave her in the next second.The sky outside the window was getting darker, and the dim light entered the room. There was no warmth there, as if it had been abandoned by the whole world.

Looking at that lonely figure, Shen Zhao felt that his heart was about to break.

Her Ah Ling almost lost her life because of her.

Resisting the soreness in his nasal cavity, Shen Zhao gently opened the door and walked in slowly.

At the end of the corridor, Meng Yunan and You Huan just rushed over. Meng Yunan subconsciously wanted to push the door open, but You Huan hurriedly held her back, and shook her head slightly to signal her not to go in.

"Leave Shen Zhao alone." You Huan said softly.

Meng Yunan squinted at her eyes, then turned his head and looked into the half-closed door. Song Ling was lying on the bed, and Shen Zhao was sitting by the bed.

She understood that at this moment, all A Ling wanted was Shen Zhao.

The hand holding the doorknob stopped, Meng Yunan did not go in, and gently closed the door for them.

In the room, Shen Zhao was sitting by the bed, staring at the person in front of her eyes, she was lying there, motionless, without saying a word.She lowered her eyes lightly, tears dripped down silently, reached out to grab her hand, tried to squeeze a smile on the corner of her mouth, Shen Zhao called her softly: "Wife..."

In the past, she was always shy and didn't want to call her that.But now, she was lying there, almost losing half of her life, and she didn't know if she could still hear her voice.

Holding the back of her hand, he pressed it gently to her cheek, and with a trembling cry, Shen Zhao called her softly again: "Honey, why are you so stupid, you rush over without even thinking about it," his voice choked, "If you come out Anything, what do you ask me to do? Song Ling, I don't want to, and I can't lose you again, wake up, come and see me, okay?"

Shen Zhao tightly grasped the back of her hand, with tears in his eyes, and said, "You said, you want to give me a grand wedding, you can't count your words..." She kissed the back of her hand, "You know, Song Ling, I am really afraid of losing you, very afraid, so much blood, how could you shed so much blood... I have already lost once, I don't want to lose you again, I will never leave you , Song Ling, can you hear me? I will never leave you."

The tears could not be stopped, she bit her lip tightly, the apex of her heart hurt like being cut open by a knife.

She never knew that her heart could hurt like this.

It hurts so bad I can't breathe.

I don't know when this person began to occupy her life. At first, she hated and was unwilling, but slowly, she gradually became dependent on her. She treated her well unconditionally, causing her to fall completely. I can't live without her anymore.

Even when she ran away from her at the moment of a head-on blow, she still couldn't forget this person for four whole years. The person she fell in love with when she was most helpless and sad, maybe she would remember her forever forever.

Life is so short and so long, meeting her may be a predestined arrangement from heaven.

She is destined not to forget this person, and is also destined to be tied to her for the rest of her life.

In the silent night, the snow outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, the cold wind is howling, and the whole world is white, covering this devastated world.

When the snow melts, everything will be fine.

At three o'clock in the morning, Song Ling finally woke up slowly.

She lost a lot of blood, her whole face was bloodless, frighteningly pale, and the skin on her lips was dry and cracked. She slowly opened her eyes, and it took a while to recall what had happened.

With her fingers clenched in her palm, she moved slightly, followed her gaze to look over, Shen Zhao grabbed her hand, lay on the bedside, fell asleep at some point.

His eyes were closed tightly, his brows were deeply furrowed, and his eyelashes were still slightly dry.

She must have been terrified.

Song Ling wanted to call her, but she was afraid of waking her up.

It snowed all night outside the window, and small frost flowers formed on the window.The room was quiet, full of the smell of disinfectant, everything was strange.

Only the pain in the shoulder shows that everything is real.

Shen Zhao lay beside the bed, and suddenly woke up and shouted: "Song Ling!"

She bounced up and had a nightmare, dreaming that Song Ling was covered in blood, and she was lying in a pool of blood, but she couldn't reach her no matter what...

Turning his head to look at the bed, Shen Zhao held her hand, and looked up to see that the person on the bed had woken up.

She leaned over happily and stood up, calling her: "Song Ling! You're awake!"

Song Ling tried her best to pull up the corners of her pale lips, and smiled at her. Seeing her red and swollen eye sockets, she replied softly, "Yes."

"I'll call the doctor." Shen Zhao let go of her hand, turned around and was about to call someone.

Song Ling held her tightly, unable to call her: "Azhao..."

Shen Zhao stopped, turned to look at her, sourness welled up in her heart, she called her in a crying voice: "wife..."

The corners of Song Ling's lips curled slightly, and she said with a smile, "I'm scared."

Shen Zhao tried hard to hold back the tears, his throat was astringent, and said, "I'll call the doctor, just wait."

Raising his hand to wipe away his tears, Shen Zhao went out to call the doctor.There was a doctor on duty that night, and when he heard the patient woke up, he hurried over to check.Measured body temperature, blood pressure, heart rate, and various indexes, and checked the wound for no signs of inflammation. In the end, all the indexes were normal, and said that there was no problem. Be careful not to disturb the wound, rest well, and wait until tomorrow during the day. It depends.

The doctor and nurse left, and there were only two people left in the room.

Shen Zhao closed the door and turned around. She slowly walked to the edge of the bed, sat beside her, gently took her hand, pressed it tightly to her cheek, and just leaned against her quietly, saying Nothing was said.

Song Ling lay on the bed, looking up at the person in front of her.

She held her palm with her backhand, and slowly pulled him into her arms. Shen Zhao leaned over and leaned against her arms.

"Song Ling..." Shen Zhao called her, and finally couldn't help crying, weeping and whimpering, "Aren't you desperate, why did you rush here? If something happens to you, what should I do?"

When Song Ling heard her cry, her heart ached for a moment. She raised her hand, wrapped her around her with one hand, stroked her hair with her palm, and pressed her head to her brow bone, blurring her eyes with sadness. She said slowly: "Azhao, I would rather lose my life than lose you again."

Shen Zhao raised his head, put his elbows on her side, held her face with both hands, and put his eyes swollen from crying, and said seriously: "Aren't you afraid that I will lose you?"

She bowed her head, kissed her lips deeply, and pressed her forehead against her. Shen Zhao cried, "Don't do this again, okay? I'm really scared, Song Ling, I'm really scared. If I lose you, I will life will no longer be meaningful.”

When Song Ling heard her words, her eyes paused for a moment, and her palm slowly moved forward. She held her cheek gently with one hand, wiped the tears at the end of her eyes with her thumb, and told her gently and slowly: "Ah Zhao, if that shot hits the vital point and kills me, you have to live well, understand?"

Shen Zhao was taken aback by her fright, she stared blankly at the person in front of her, and didn't react for a while.

"If there is no such if, there will be none."

Song Ling pursed her lips, answered her silently, and hugged her tightly in her arms.

Shen Zhao put his elbows beside her, afraid of pressing her shoulders, so she raised her hands, looked at her, and asked softly, "It hurts, doesn't it?"

She had no blood on her face and looked very weak, but she still hooked the corners of her lips, tried hard to put on a smile, opened her lips and said, "It doesn't hurt."

"I've bled so much, how could it not hurt?" Shen Zhao opened her collar and saw the thick gauze wrapped around her right shoulder, with a little blood dripping from it, it was shocking to see.

Tears dripped down and soaked the white gauze.

Song Ling hooked her hands to wipe away her tears, and smiled helplessly: "Why are you crying again, it doesn't hurt, really, just take care of it."

After closing the collar for her, Shen Zhao said softly, "I will never leave you again, Song Ling, never again."

Listening to her words, Song Ling hesitated suddenly.

After a while, Song Ling called her: "Ah Zhao."

Shen Zhao raised his eyes, looked at her, responded gently and waited for her to continue speaking.

Song Ling: "Never give up your life, okay? Life is so beautiful, it belongs to you, and you must learn to be strong, you know?"

Hearing her unreasonable reasoning, Shen Zhao was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. She lowered her head and leaned against her side again, and murmured: "I'm only with you."

Song Ling was silent and lonely, closed her eyes, and felt the moment when she really existed in her arms.