Her body drooped weakly, and her breathing was so heavy every time.
He suddenly grabbed her hand and touched the texture and patterns on her hand...
His body froze, as if a deep shock surged from his heart.
He remembered that he had slapped every scar on her body.
He grabbed her neckline and pulled it hard, breaking out a few buttons, and he saw the scars on her shoulders.
His eyes condensed for a moment, and he quickly gathered her clothes up.
A woman has Xia Qianchen's body, and a woman has Xia Qianchen's face...
He picked her up horizontally and walked out the door.
Rhode and the doctor followed closely: "Mr. Emperor?"
Nangong Shaodi kicked open the door of a guest room, put Xia Qianchen on the big bed, and began to take off her clothes.
Rhode quickly turned his body and blocked the doctor outside.
The big bed was in a violent turmoil, and Xia Qianchen's clothes were quickly stripped of them.
She lay naked and white, and he found every sign that belonged to her on her.
Rhode heard Nangong Shaodi shouting in a low voice: "Come in! Treat her for her!!!"
The doctors squeezed in anxiously, and Xia Qianchen was already wrapped in a blanket, revealing only one arm outside.
The doctor quickly hanged Xia Qianchen with a dangling needle.
She lay down lifelessly, no longer murmuring or crying cold.
Every breath was extremely quiet, as if she had already died.
Nangong Shaodi stood by the bed and looked at her for a long time. His mind was blank and he didn't know what he could do for her.
It's just that the pain of being torn apart keeps spreading.
He fell down in the chair.
Hands tentatively touched her cheek...
He felt severe pain all over his body. He held her hand and pressed it on his face, and hot liquid kept dripping down.
"Mr. Emperor..."
Rhodes were extremely shocked when he saw Emperor Nangong's despair.
In the past half month, he has been anxious for Xia Qianchen, and has been in a state of distraction and has lost weight. If it weren't for the support of Xia Qianchen's belief, he would have...
However, when he found Xia Qianchen in the park, he was not as happy as he should have.
At this time, he would leave Miss Xia and cry to other women...
After all, Rhodes is an outsider, how could he recognize who is who?
But seeing Nangong Shaodi so sad and so excited, he was not a fool, and he vaguely noticed something.
Xia Qianchen's high fever continued to subside, just like she returned to the high fever when she was pregnant for the first time.
Emperor Nangong could no longer sit still and began to walk around the room anxiously.
One smoke after another smoked his throat.
Even though he hadn't drunk, his eyes were red and his steps were slightly staggering, as if the drunk people were unable to walk steadily.
Every ten minutes, he went over to test Xia Qianchen's temperature.
"Why don't you retreat yet?"
"We...we did our best." The doctor was helpless, "The main problem now is that the patient has no sense of survival."
"Survival consciousness?"
"What does this matter?" Rhodes asked.
"Of course there is a very important relationship. If a person wants to survive, she will fight for herself from the subconscious mind. No matter what difficulties she is in, she will try her best to survive. The same is true for a seriously ill person." The doctor replied.
"I remember an old man I used to treat had rectal cancer and had surgery in the hospital very successfully, but the doctors all said that she could live for 5 to 6 years at most. But later it was said that she lived again under tenacious vitality.
19 years…”
There is no need to list these examples.
Because when he said Nangong Shaodi and Rod immediately understood.
What made Xia Qianchen still have the courage to pass through the shark's territory in that fire, cut off the iron net and escape successfully? Survival consciousness.
A strong sense of survival has become a driving force for infinite persistence.
She did not give up on her hope of survival...
But now, it was just a high fever that almost killed her. It was not that the high fever killed her, but that she gave up on herself.
Nangong Shaodi thought of the deep look when Xia Qianchen left in front of the park.
Thinking of the bodyguard report, she knelt in front of Xia’s father’s grave for a long time…
Thinking of the doctor saying that she had a miscarriage, she curled up and said softly: [Dad... take me away.]
The corners of Emperor Nangong's mouth trembled gently, and large tears of depression rolled on the back of Xia Qianchen's hand.
When Rhode saw this, he immediately sent the doctor away and gently closed the door.
At this time, any comfort to Emperor Nangong was useless. What he needed was quiet...
Xia Qianchen kept falling in a foggy dream.
The abyss under her feet seemed to have no bottom, causing her to fall endlessly. In the process, her soul seemed to be polished and disappeared...
Her consciousness became weaker and darker.
She just wanted to completely integrate her soul into this darkness...
"Xia Qianchen..."
But it seemed like a voice was calling her.
"I'm late," he said, "I've made you suffer."
“…”
"No matter what decision you make, I will be with you."
Nangong Shaodi no longer knew how to keep her.
He was not qualified to beg her to stay.
He lifted the quilt and lay on the bed, held her in his arms, and hugged her tightly.
The tighter I hugged her, the bigger and more painful the hole I tore in my heart.
The pain like a silk-pulling pain melted.
The hot liquid remained on Xia Qianchen's chest. It was not tears, but the blood that rolled out from his heart.
Even the most beloved woman cannot be protected and can't be recognized...
For the first time he discovered that he failed in life...
The low voice seemed to linger in her ears, entangling her soul, making her reluctant to leave.
She was so painful and her body was so heavy, but her voice turned into a thread and tightly wrapped around her.
morning.
Xia Qianchen was lying in Nangong Shaodi's arms, and his hot body was gradually getting better.
During this period, Rhode budgeted the time several times and asked the doctor to go in and change the powder for Xia Qianchen...
Nangong Shaodi lay down with Xia Qianchen in his arms, as if he was asleep, or as if he was not asleep. His posture was strangely stiff.
"Mr. Emperor, Master?" Rhode whispered, "Her high fever has dropped a lot. The doctor said that as long as she is allowed to take good care of her, there will be no big problem. However, she has a high fever relapse and her physical condition is very weak... Recently,
Be careful to recuperate. If there is another problem, I'm afraid..."