Chapter 130

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

Shen Zhao was covered in blood and stood outside the door, staring blankly at the tightly closed surgical door. He stood there in a daze, trembling uncontrollably.

blood...so much blood...

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

"Zhaozhao—" Meng Yunan and You Huan rushed over at the end of the stairs, Shen Zhao turned his head blankly, his eyes were dry, and not a single tear could flow.

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

"Gun, she was shot..." Shen Zhao muttered, absentmindedly said, "It's all blood, she shed a lot of blood..."

Shen Zhao raised his head, tears suddenly flowed out of his eyes, he couldn't stop it, his lips trembled and kept saying, "What should I do?"

Seeing that something was wrong with Shen Zhao, You Huan hurriedly grabbed her and frowned at Meng Yunan: "Let her slow down first and wait until Song Ling comes out."

Only then did Meng Yunan calm down. She was shocked when she saw the blood stained on Shen Zhao's body.

After waiting for two full hours, the people in the operating room opened the door.

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

Dr. Wang knew Meng Yunan, he looked up at Shen Zhao next to him, and then said to her: "The bullet was taken out, it didn't hit the key point, and there is no life-threatening situation for the time being, and there is a moderate spinal cord injury, I am afraid it will take a long time to recuperate. , and the rest can only be judged after the inspection report comes out.”

Meng Yunan heard that there was no danger to her life, and only took a breath to rest. She hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, Dr. Wang!"

"Dr. Meng is very polite." Dr. Wang said, "I will be sent to the general ward later. She fainted from the pain and will probably wake up at night."

"Okay okay."

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

Shen Zhao is no stranger to the inpatient department of Jiangcheng No. 1 Hospital. She once lost her closest relatives here.

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

She lay there, motionless, her face pale and bloodless, as if she was going to leave her in the next second. The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the dim light entered the room, where there was no trace of warmth, as if it had been abandoned by the whole world.

Shen Zhao looked at the lonely figure and felt that his heart was about to break.

Her Ling, almost lost her life for her.

Resisting the soreness of his nose, Shen Zhao gently opened the door and walked in slowly.

At the end of the corridor, Meng Yunan and You Huan just happened to rush over. Meng Yunan subconsciously pushed the door to go in. You Huan hurriedly grabbed her and shook her head gently at her, signaling her not to go in.

"Let Shen Zhao stay alone." You Huan said softly.

Meng Yunan stared into her eyes, then turned to look at the half-closed door, Song Ling was lying on the bed, and Shen Zhao was sitting beside the bed.

She understood that at this time, what A Ling wanted was only Shen Zhao.

The hand holding the doorknob stopped, Meng Yunan didn't go in, and gently closed the door for them.

In the room, Shen Zhao was sitting beside the bed, her eyes fixed on the person in front of her, she just lay there, motionless, not saying a word. She lowered her eyes lightly, tears dripped silently, reached out and grabbed her hand, trying to squeeze a smile from the corner of her mouth, Shen Zhao called her softly: "Wife..."

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

Holding the back of her hand and pressing it gently on her cheek, with a trembling cry, Shen Zhao whispered to her again: "Wife, why are you so stupid, rushing over without even thinking about it," the voice choked, "If you go out Anything, what should I do? Song Ling, I don't want to, nor can I lose you again, wake up, wake up and see me, okay?"

Shen Zhao grabbed the back of her hand tightly, with tears in her eyes, and said, "You said, you want to give me a grand wedding, you can't say anything..." She kissed the back of her hand, "You know, Song Ling, I'm really afraid of losing you, I'm very afraid, how can you shed so much blood... I've already lost it once, I don't want to lose you again, I'll never leave you , Song Ling, can you hear me? I will never leave you."

She couldn't stop the tears, she bit her lip tightly, and the top of her heart hurt like being cut open by a knife.

She never knew that her heart could hurt like this.

It hurts to the point of not being able to 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 unconditionally, causing her to fall completely. Can't leave her anymore.

Even at the moment of a head-on blow, she fled from her side, but for four years, she still couldn't forget this person. The person she fell in love with when she was most helpless and sad, maybe she would never forget it for the rest of her life.

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

She is destined to never forget this person, and she is destined to be tied to her for life.

It was a silent and late night, the snow outside the window was getting bigger and bigger, the cold wind was howling, and the whole world was white, covering the 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, and her entire face had no blood, it was frighteningly pale, and the skin on her lips was chapped. She slowly opened her eyes, and it took a long while to remember what happened.

Her fingers were clenched in the palm of her hand, she moved slightly, followed her gaze, Shen Zhao grabbed her hand and lay beside the bed, not knowing when, she had fallen asleep.

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

She must be terrified.

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

It snowed all night outside the window, and there were little frost flowers on the window. The room was quiet, full of the smell of disinfectant, and everything was unfamiliar.

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

Shen Zhao was lying 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 fell into a pool of blood, but she couldn't reach her...

Turning her head to look at the bed, Shen Zhao took her hand and looked up to see that the person on the bed was already awake.

She leaned over in joy 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, "Yeah."

"I'm going to call a doctor." Shen Zhao let go of her hand and turned 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 with a crying voice: "wife..."

The corners of Song Ling's lips curled slightly, and she smiled, "You must be frightened."

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

Raising his hand to dry his tears, Shen Zhao went out and called the doctor. The doctor on duty that night heard that the patient was awake, and hurried over to check. took body temperature, blood pressure, heartbeat, and various indexes. checked that there was no sign of inflammation in the wound. In the end, all the indicators were normal. said there was no problem. should be careful not to disturb the wound. 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 raised her feet to the side of the bed, sat beside her, gently pulled her hand and pressed it against her cheek, just leaning against her quietly, saying Nothing was said.

Song Ling was lying on the bed, looking up at the person in front of him.

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

"Song Ling..." Shen Zhao called to her, and finally couldn't help crying, sobbing and sobbing, "Are you dying, why did you rush over, what should I do if something happened to you?"

Song Ling heard her cry, and her heart twitched for a moment. She raised her hand, circled her with one hand, and stroked her hair with her palm. 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, cupped her face with both hands, and said seriously, "Aren't you afraid that I will lose you?"

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

Hearing her words, Song Ling paused for a moment, and slowly moved her palm to the front. She lightly held her cheek with one hand, and wiped the tears from the end of her eyes with her thumb. Gently, slowly, she told her: "Ah Zhao, if that shot hits the nail on the head and kills me, you have to live well, you know?"

Shen Zhao was startled by her fright, she stared blankly at the person in front of her, and did not respond for a while.

"There is no such if, there will be no."

Song Ling pursed her lips and silently responded to her, hugging her tightly in her arms.

Shen Zhao rested her elbows on the side, afraid of pressing her shoulders, she propped up her hands, looked at her, and asked softly, "It hurts, doesn't it?"

There was no blood on her face, and she looked weak, but she still curled the corners of her lips, tried her best to smile, opened her lips and said, "It doesn't hurt."

"So much blood, how can it not hurt." Shen Zhao opened her collar and saw the thick gauze wrapped around her right shoulder, with a little blood on it, which was shocking.

Tears dripped down and soaked on the white gauze.

Song Ling hooked up 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."

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

Song Ling suddenly hesitated after listening to her words.

After a while, Song Ling called her: "Azhao."

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

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

Hearing her unreasonable reason, Shen Zhao was stunned for a while, then laughed, she lowered her head again beside her, 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.