After a while, Ling Ang slowly closed his eyes. The moment he closed his eyes, his eyes still fell tightly on the body under the white cloth...
"Send him to the operating room quickly." The doctor ordered tightly.
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I don't know how long it took, but Ling Ang slowly woke up.
He felt dizzy and felt a burst of pain from the wound.
He woke up the next second and wanted to get up, but suddenly found that his limbs were tightly locked.
Zheng Yan was sitting aside, looking at him worriedly.
"Yan, let me go quickly!" he said anxiously.
"Ang, I'm sorry, I can't let you go. You just took care of your wound and need to rest."
"I don't want to rest, I want to accompany Aoshuang." Ling Ang's fragile face showed great excitement.
"Ang, you have to wake up. Even if you stay with her, she won't wake up again."
"Even if I don't wake up again, I will stay with her forever!" Ling Ang's voice had a tearing power, but it was heart-wrenching.
Zheng Yan turned his head away and did not look directly at his face.
It was precisely because of this that they locked him up. If they let him go, Wang Aoshuang's body might not even be cremated.
Therefore, they had no other choice but to wait until Wang Aoshuang's funeral arrangements were settled before they let him go.
"Yan, please let me go!" Ling Ang struggled to twist his hands and feet.
"Ang, it's useless no matter how you beg me."
A slight anger accumulated on Ling Ang's pale face, "Yan, if you don't let me go, I will break off our relationship with you!"
Zheng Yan looked at him steadily and whispered: "Even if you want to break off our relationship with me, I will not let you go."
"Yan..." Ling Ang stared at him disappointedly, his voice gradually turning hoarse, revealing his powerlessness.
"I'm sorry." Zheng Yan's voice was not loud, but firm.
Ling Ang's sight was like the afterglow of the setting sun, getting darker and darker, and slowly becoming empty.
He looked at Zheng Yan pleadingly, his voice as close to silent as a lone star on a cold night, "Yan, I really beg you...please..."
Zheng Yan looked at Ling Ang as if he had no soul, and his heart was filled with sadness, but he still turned away decisively, "It's no use begging me ten thousand times."
He walked out of the ward very cruelly.
Ling Ang watched his figure disappear at the door of the room, despair filling his heart like a black mist.
His gaze was cast into the slightly dark space, and his face, which was usually full of light, was as broken as if it had been buffeted by thousands of years of wind and frost.
The eyes that used to be as bright as stars were scattered, like a person who was about to lose his life, and the aperture disappeared bit by bit.
He felt like he couldn't see anything. There was darkness everywhere, so dark that it was suffocating. His body was floating in this strange space, and with just a gentle blow, his soul would be wiped out.
Slowly...he really lost consciousness like this...
After waking up, he found that he was back in the original hospital, but his hands and feet were still chained.
From that day on, he lay on the hospital bed like an empty shell every day, waking up and falling asleep, falling asleep and waking up again.
He said nothing, did not eat or drink, and lived by injecting nutritional fluids every day.
He is like a man made of paper, with only a beautiful appearance, but without any flesh and blood inside, he is like a big tree that has been hollowed out all day long.
Even if Lan Ru and the old lady went to see him, he never said a word.
After an unknown number of days, the doctor determined that his wound would no longer open and released him.
After being released, the surprising thing was that he actually said he wanted to eat.
The butler quickly prepared a portion of his favorite food.
After eating the food, he went straight to the airport.