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Late at night, in the ward, Shen Zhao lay there with her eyes closed, the white incandescent lamp shone on her side face, revealing her fair skin, her long eyelashes were covered there lightly like black wings, and her forehead was still wrapped around her forehead. It was covered with a thick piece of gauze, with traces of blood slightly oozing out of it, like a dilapidated doll, lifeless.

Chi Zhoubai has been guarding the room for nearly ten hours, but he hasn't seen any sign of the person on the bed waking up.

Chi Zhoubai walked to the bed with his battering eyelids propped up, and slowly leaned down and called out to her: "Zhao Zhao, Zhao Zhao..."

Shen Zhao didn't open his eyes, but said slowly, "Chi Zhoubai, let's go."

Chi Zhoubai looked at her pale face, hesitated for a while, and then said softly, "You need someone to take care of you."

"No, I can take care of myself, you can go, thank you." Shen Zhao said weakly.

Chi Zhoubai knew that she was in a bad mood at the moment, and also understood that at this time, she might just want to be alone.

She said softly: "Well, you must call me if you have something to do, you know?"

"Ah."

Chi Zhoubai bent over to cover the corners of his back for her again, looked worriedly, and finally turned around and walked to the door, closed the door and left.

The room was quiet, Shen Zhao finally couldn't bear it anymore, half-hid in the quilt, bit his lips and gradually cried out.

So sad, so hopeless...

It's like losing everything.

She hid everything from her, excluded her, and planned to bear the pain alone.

Why did God treat them so cruelly and take her life cruelly... She thought that happiness was already within reach, but why did all this happen again...

If she pushes her away like this, is she sure that she will really agree to divorce and leave...

There was no one in the corridor in the middle of the night.

Outside the ward, Song Ling went back and forth, walked to the door, and looked at the thin and small figure lying on the bed through the glass window on the door.How much she wanted to go in, hug her, and kiss her, but even the distance in front of her eyes was so close.

She can't give her any more hope...

Song Ling lowered her head and lowered her eyes, and murmured softly, "I'm sorry, Ah Zhao."

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In the morning, the sun shines in from the window and falls in front of the bed.

Shen Zhao gently opened his eyes, feeling the warmth of this moment.

There was a knock on the door outside the house, and a moment later, a nurse came in with a nursing cart, took her temperature, applied medicine, and changed the gauze on her forehead.

Meng Yunan also came in wearing a white coat. Shen Zhao sat by the bed, saw her, raised his eyes, pursed his lips and did not speak.

Meng Yunan copied his pockets and said, "The wound is not serious. You can leave the hospital today. Be careful not to touch the wound with water. Eat a light, non-spicy diet. You can leave after completing the procedures in the afternoon."

Shen Zhao responded lightly, "Okay."

Meng Yunan glanced at her thoughtfully, then turned to leave.

When she walked to the door, someone behind her suddenly stopped her and asked, "What is the disease?"

Meng Yunan stopped in his tracks, and when he heard her words, he suddenly froze for a moment.

Shen Zhao raised his head, his eyes fell on the back of the person by the door, the corners of his mouth were cracked and peeled, he was pale and bloodless, and asked her again: "A Ling, what's wrong with her?"

Meng Yunan took a deep breath, raised his head halfway, and tried his best to hold back the soreness in his eyes, and said with a trembling voice: "It's myelodysplastic syndrome, a genetic blood disease. This disease has a 30.00% chance It may evolve into high-risk acute myeloid leukemia, which is what her father did back then. She suffers from severe hereditary sideroblastic anemia, and is prone to bleeding, and a little wound will make her bleed continuously. "

Shen Zhao was stunned, she suddenly remembered that Song Ling had two symptoms of nosebleeds, and the time she was shot, she bled so much, she never knew that a person could bleed so much blood.

Her eyes were blurred by tears, she choked up and asked, "When did you find out?"

Meng Yunan turned around, looked at her, her voice gradually became trembling, and said, "It was found out after she took that shot for you half a year ago." She lowered her eyelashes lightly, "That shot , almost killed her."

Shen Zhao broke down and cried, his whole body broke into a river of tears, "How could this happen, how could this happen..."

Meng Yunan walked to the bed step by step, she sat down in front of Shen Zhao, paused for a long time, and then slowly said: "Shen Zhao, let go, don't pester me anymore."

Shen Zhao raised his head in astonishment, and stared at Meng Yunan in disbelief, his lips trembled, unable to utter a word.

Meng Yunan knew her pain, but if she didn't treat her, it would be more dangerous.

She took a deep breath and sighed: "She needs systematic hospitalization now, but she is afraid that you will know, so she refuses to be hospitalized for a long time."

Shen Zhao frowned, and blurted out anxiously: "I will be with her, no matter what happens, I will be with her and guard her!"

Meng Yunan smiled wryly: "Do you think that if she agrees, she will drive you away?"

Shen Zhao was silent, tears dripping down silently, and asked helplessly in a hissed voice: "Why, why did she treat me so cruelly... I don't want anything, I just want to stay by her side. Could it be that what we have gone through should make us feel so cruel? Did she separate from me?"

Meng Yunan knew the pain in Shen Zhao's heart, but he also understood A Ling's thoughts.

When the powerful and invincible god of death is destined to strangle one party's throat, love is to unconditionally hope for the better of the other party.At the end of her love, when she faced life and death, she was helpless, but she was still willing to give everything, and only hoped that the person on top of her heart would be better.

"She may not be able to accept the result." Meng Yunan lowered her eyelashes, her voice choked up and said slowly, "She has experienced it personally. Her father passed away. She has witnessed the same illness and the same process. She has actually been making this decision. Struggling and hesitating, for a whole half a year, Shen Zhao, didn't you notice half of the time we spend together day and night?"

Shen Zhao raised his head, stared blankly with dull eyes, weeping woodenly.

All the bits and pieces of the past came to my mind at this moment, and all the words she said echoed in my mind over and over again...

"Azhao, if that shot hits the vital point and kills me, you have to live well, understand?"

"Azhao, never give up your life, life is so beautiful, it belongs to you, you must also learn to be strong..."

"Azhao, if one day, life and death will separate us, the remaining one must not give up on himself, but live a good life for the other party, okay?"

"Azhao, people will have times when they have to..."

"Azhao, I'm afraid that if I don't love you enough, I won't have time to love you..."

"Azhao, I want to treat you better, even better."

……

Yes, it turned out that she had been talking to her all this time, and she had long expected the day when she would be separated from her.But she was too stupid, but she never once thought of how much pain and torture her Song Ling had suffered.

She thought that everything was due to her own worries about gain and loss, but it turned out that she was too stupid and stupid...

Meng Yunan: "She is actually very afraid. She is afraid of the constant chemotherapy, the pain and torment. She is neither human nor ghost. She is afraid that you will be sad. She is afraid that you will worry about her day and night. She is also afraid that if the final result is not cured, you will never be able to get out. Shen Zhao , she is fragile, far from being as strong as she appears on the surface. Such a decision, she will bear no less than you. "

Shen Zhao was trembling and crying uncontrollably, his last heart seemed to sink into an abyss, he slowly raised his head, and asked her: "So, as long as I give up and leave, she is willing to treat her, right?"