Seeing that she was so nervous, the doctor took off his mask and said to He Jixiang, "The patient has been choking on the smoke for so long, why didn't he bring her here sooner?"

Hearing this, He Jixiang's legs became weak, and his originally tense eyes trembled instantly, becoming hollow and lifeless.

It's late, is it late after all...

Tears welled up again.

He Jixiang covered his mouth and cried bitterly.

Shi Zeyu, you are dead, what should I do?

You stole my heart, but left me alone in this painful world...

How do I live...

"Don't cry, I just said, if you come one step later, the person will really be gone." Seeing that she misunderstood his meaning and was crying so painfully, the doctor said.

He Jixiang's desperate heart was instantly pulled up from the abyss, and he looked at the doctor with tears in his eyes: "What did you say, you mean..."

"Yes, he is not dead, he has been rescued." The doctor said.

He Jixiang smiled, but tears were streaming down his face.

You're not dead, that's great!

Thank God for bringing you back to my world.

The doctor took a step back, and the nurse pushed Shi Zeyu out with an oxygen mask on his mouth and nose.

His eyes were closed tightly, and a drip was on the back of his hand.

It looked peaceful and heart-wrenching.

He Jixiang grabbed the edge of the bed with one hand and his hand with the other, and followed the cart.

His palm is warm, with temperature and pulse.

He Jixiang felt everything about him, and the emotion spread in his heart, warm, sour, astringent...

The rest of my life after the catastrophe turned out to be this feeling.

Shi Zeyu, from now on, I will always hold your hand and never let go.

Even if you hate me or drive me away, I will never let go of your hand.

Shi Zeyu was sent to the general ward.

He Jixiang asked the doctor, "Why hasn't he woke up yet?"

"It will take a few hours, don't worry." The doctor said.

"Okay, then what should he pay attention to when he wakes up?" He Jixiang asked.

"Don't be angry," said the doctor, and went out.

He Jixiang listened to the doctor's words, and she sat beside Shi Zeyu's bed, guarding him.

After a night of soul-stirring, at this time, the morning light outside is slightly bright, and the light is tearing away the veil of night bit by bit, allowing the world to regain light.

He Jixiang didn't close his eyes all night, she grabbed Shi Zeyu's hand, put it next to her cheek, and kept looking at him.

...

In the hospital on the other side, Zhan Yeling was still guarding Shi Miao.

He maintained that sitting posture, sitting next to Shi Miao's bed for a day and a night.

He didn't close his eyes, from the beginning until now, he has been holding Shimiao's hand, feeling her pulse from time to time with his thumb, and feeling that her life still exists, his heart will be more at ease.

After a day and a night of staying up, he was exhausted in his majesty, and green stubble also grew overnight, covering his chin and cheeks on both sides.

Especially those eyes that were usually deep and cold, now they were red, and the color inside was like blood, and also like a sad sorrow.

After all, he is a poor person who does not want to lose his beloved.

He wants to use his watch to extend Shi Meow's life.

Because Cheng Jiuyuan said that Shimiao's current state is like a ticking time bomb, and she may be poisoned to death by the poison in her body when her vital signs become abnormal.

Therefore, he can't take it lightly, in case he loses his mind, Shi Miao will leave.

Leaving him alone in this world, pain, longing, suffering, madness, madness...

She was still alive, which was his greatest expectation.

The sky and the earth are big, but she is still alive.

"Shi Miao, one day has passed, just persevere, I believe Shi Xiaomei will definitely develop an antidote..." Zhan Yeling gently kissed Shi Miao's hand, and said to her warmly in a low voice.

That voice was full of helplessness and heartache.